
Event after event takes place. Marriage advice has also been delivered to both men as an instruction to build a housewife between the two.
Crying, laughter and happiness accompany all the events. The qabul Ijab Breyhanpun spoke went smoothly without a single breath of obstruction. Moreover, the mascawine requested ara is not so complicated and a lot.
Mom's advice that made the path easier at that time. Mama stressed that a great woman will not demand dowry on a man, but a great man will price her so expensively. It was a small dowry, but brey gave something so luxurious to his wife.
"I accept the marriage of Tiara Artamevia bint Johan prambudi with mascawin a set of tools salah and gold necklace ten grams paid CASH!"
And all cheering SAH after. Ara was crying, let alone looking at the mama and papa who were far away. Ara should embrace them at this time as an expression of happiness. Fortunately there was mama Olin and Papa reza who represented everything. Even when the procession is sungkeman in the elderly.
"I was moved," Ila cried seeing them there. She was also crying, but not as brutal as ila so she could still wipe her tears for him.
The two brides are currently sitting on his throne. Although not invited, but they need to do some photo sessions as they should. Especially for the families who are there.
A girl came, pushing a wheelchair over to them. He is Aya with the Papa, who came to their wedding.
"Sir Breyhan, congratulations... You are legal to be husband and wife" said Aya who stretched out her hand at that time.
Brey greeted her, then smiled and thanked her for coming today. So did ara, who at that time unfortunately caught Aya's strange face on her.
"He who?"
"Workers, why?" grey's reply to his wife. After all, they had met, why must I ask again about him.
"Not... But who was she before this? Not lover?"
Ara did not ask any more, She then sat quietly in her bridal seat. It feels tired, especially if later there will be many more girls who come to congratulate the two.
Ila said, if many brey like. Even when the kebaya fiting, Ila said if the designer is a girl who also had pursued breyhan while in college. As a result, it feels like I want to cancel the order right then and replace the existing boutique. But it's a pity it can't, because the distance is no longer possible.
"Araaaa," called softly breyhan to his wife who was bending her face.
"Know no, why is ara insecure with sister? Yes this is,"
"What dear?"
"The girls that pursue big sister outside are many, they're pinter, good luck. Ara?"
Breyhan just smiled at him. He grabbed the face and wiped the jealous tears that were dripping down the smooth cheek with his hand.
"You jealous?" ledek brey to him. Ara who blushed embarrassedly could only hit her chest to distract the brey back then.
Breyhan caught the tiny hand of ara, then kissed it affectionately. Ara refuses, but Grey holds her back. If not many people, maybe the fat breyhan has kissed the sweet little lips at this time.
"Damn... I can't wait to feel like I want to buy a malem."
"What's up next?" ask ara with all her innocence.
"Papa NGO. First time sleeping in the room with you. No room split, right?" goda brey to him. As soon as the fig face reddened, it was so blushing like a crab freshly lifted from its boiled pot.