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The end

Mr. Didit was combing his hair. He was wearing a white shirt and blue levis pants and black shoes that had been polished black.

“Where are you going today?” ask Mr. Didit's wife. “Didn't I drop off all those invitations.” Appoint Mr. Didit on a neatly arranged invitation on the guest table. The invitation looks a lot.

“so everything father anter huh? Is there no one else to tell?” Ask the wife of Mr. Didit again. “many of the bu that can be asked, just the father who offers himself, because there is gasoline money daar given plus cigarette money.” Might Mr. Didit.

“oh like that, don't forget to hit ya yah.” Sahut bu Tanjung's. “Ck.” Mr. Didit just clucked annoyed. “iya safe bu, important aside sisain to buy cigarettes.” Reply Mr. Didit. “iya father rest easy.” Answer bu Tanjung.

Today Mr. Didit plans to deliver all the invitations that were entrusted to him. There were three people who left the invitation to him. Which each of the three people is their own citizens, namely residents of block F housing Green Andara Residences.

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Balinese.

In a five-star hotel, at the back of the hotel there is a garden with beautiful flowers. There is a swimming pool in the middle of the park. Just beside the park, a stretch of clear sand stretches wide accompanied by the whirling waves of sea water, well the hotel is on the beach.

At the five-star hotel there is a private wedding held. Only the closest people and family were invited to the event.

“Abipraya.” A father with wrinkled hands touches the shoulders of his ready son in a black suit. “iya father?” sahut Abipraya. “time.” The father took his son's arm to a stage decorated with real jasmine flowers where the two brides would stand there to say a sacred vow of life.

Abipraya is seen standing waiting for his bride-to-be. With his heart racing, he somehow felt like he waited for a very long time. Shortly after, a beautiful woman walked slowly towards him. With her real father in tow, she wore a white silk dress, a hair bun and a diamond crown, and super natural makeup, Eliana was like a princess from the British Empire.

After the pronunciation of the wedding vows in front of the pastor, the guests present and before the Lord, now Abipraya and Eliana officially as a husband and wife. Both of them looked very happy accompanied by the applause of the families and guests present.

Abipraya grabbed Eliana's hand and put on her a diamond ring. Then the two let out a kiss of love.

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Meanwhile on the same day, in a city famous for its ballad chips has also been held a fairly simple wedding. Aisyah and Ghandy remarry. After Ghandy became aware of all his crimes against Aisha, he decided to repent and start over.

“I received the marriage and marriage of Siti Aisyah bint Abdullah Piliang with the mascawine.” Ghandy said. “Sah?” ask the ruler. “Sah.” Both are witness. And now Aisyah has given up her Widow status.

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On the same day at different times, a cool three-daughter widower was sitting in front of the penghulu while waiting for his future wife. Before long, a beautiful girl with a face of Indonesian-Arab crossbreed, the little girl came wearing a white kebaya and a matching hijab.

Well, it's Najwa, the class leader. Finally, with enough prayer and effort, he could melt Alex's heart. A handsome English-Indonesian widower with three sons has fallen in love for the second time.

Her first love was Nindi, the mother of her three children. And the love of both is Najwa the class leader who always faithfully accompanied him everywhere. She hopes that this will be her last love and marriage.

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On the same day, at the same time, two people were crying. The first is Tuti's mother, Aisyah's sister crying herself at home. “Aisyahhh.. Now your Union is alone in Aisyah's house. Didn't you mess with me Aisyah.” withers Tuti while sitting on her sofa and pinched her legs with her own hands.

The second was Mr. Didit. “Huaaaa..” The retiree was crying hysterically. The entire family of Mr. Didit felt a deep sense of confusion. I don't know why their fathers, grandfathers, and husbands cry hysterically without them knowing the cause.

Bu Tanjung was seen to calm Mr. Didit along with other family members, but Mr. Didit just continued to cry and scream.

“Mobil... car...my car is gone! Huaaaa..” Shouted Mr. Didit.

The End/completed.

Writer's words

Thank you to the loyal readers of Duren Campus. The author cannot express his pleasure to any loyal reader of Duren Campus but rather with gratitude to the Lord YME, and gratitude to all of you. May we all always have blessings. Amens.

Alhamdulillahot.