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Episode 18's

Kendras

If my cold dryet is accommodated, it seems to have filled a swimming pool edition luxurious private room ala-ala five-star resort. Actually, since last night I was just flickering, unable to sleep. How if I forget the hijab qabulnya, what if the event does not run smoothly, or more dramatically again how if my bride suddenly run away. Okay Ken, calm down. The third option is very unlikely to happen.

The problem of ijab qabul, for weeks I practice ngapinnya. Sometimes latian itself is the same bolster in the room, sometimes the same glass. Because the phrase ijab qabul must be read clearly in one breath. There is only a three-time chance, if the wrong wedding day is canceled.

The problem of ijab qabul is still haunting, plus the kunyuk from yesterday did not go around preaching about how to share sweat on the bed. I didn't shut up during the whole trip. Just diem. If asked, answer as necessary. To the extent that the kunyuk was astonished and nanya to me, "Lo why the hell is the boss diem alone from earlier? Doubt yeah? What's the put back?" canandaannua is not funny at all.

"Cockfighting! I put your head back on ntar!" sahut I slowly do not let the astonishment of my mother on the back bench.

"Yes, if you know how his shock today will be a prisoner for the life of a female tiger, continue to be elo diem mulu" Tristan said along with whispers.

"Regina's more a tiger, but what, you're bucinin' too."

"Hehe. who beringas emang more engas. Isn't that boss?"

Really like..

The car, decorated with white ribbons, slowed down entering the parking area where I was due to get married. The fresh yellow janur is curved in the front gate. Decorated with flower arrangements lined up neatly along the red carpet. I took a deep breath. But it was not enough to calm my heart beat that was getting out of control. My hands are wet with cold sweat. And suddenly I was in a sudden daze.

"Eh boss, where are you going? So not married? That's the way to the toilet.." Tristan pat my shoulder from behind.

"No way there." My former men were pointing towards a table that was decorated with shades of green and white.

"Oh there" I just walked a few steps, I turned back.

"Why else boss?" ask Tristan in astonishment.

"No ah. I went to the bathroom first" I changed my mind.

"Yes eelah. I'm using that boss." Tristan protest.

"Rather than me going out on ijab qabul.." I reasoned before stepping quickly towards the bathroom.

I intentionally make this qabul Ijab I use traditional Javanese clothing. Because after the reception I will wear a uniform. As a Javanese, I want to wear traditional clothes to perform an event that will only happen once in a lifetime. But I saranin the same groom-to-be all over the surface of the earth, especially for those who want to use Javanese customs, mending wear Japanese clothes just after the reception, because if it is made before ijab, if it is, ribet if you want to pee gini.

"Fuckup. I'm going to get out of this" I'm rocking something that's going to come out.

"Diem dong boss. It's hard to find the penitent" Tristan is still struggling to find a hook between the saggy around my waist. "Well, meet" he cried with excitement.