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Wedding Day

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The day that either makes me happy or the other way around arrives. All the weddings we have done. I am now officially a wife. Do not ask about religion here, because the family of the Lord gave me the freedom to follow them or to stick with my own beliefs.

They're not forcers. They're classy people who don't differentiate. They are rich people who are not only rich in wealth but also rich in heart. Good at respecting and respecting the decisions and rights of every life.

All feelings raging in this chest. Guilt has betrayed love in the heart,, and at the same time guilt for still thinking about my one-sided love when someone so sincerely opened his heart and gave his whole life to me.

Brother of the Gods,,,,, the,,,,

He is so handsome today with a traditional Balinese wedding dress typical of caste people. His face never faded from the sweet smile decorated with dimples on the right only. He was so happy with our marriage.

Teach Artha,,,

He also stayed with his wife and a smile set him welcoming the invited guests. Not infrequently he immediately proudly introduced me to a special person or maybe his closest coworkers who also really want to congratulate me.

Biang Dayu,,, a,,,

The woman I used to call Bu Dayu from now on I have to get used to calling her Biang in accordance with the family habits of the Lord. Biang looks so beautiful and graceful with Balinese kebaya complete with a bun and all the headdresses. He looks very happy too. Although he was not very excited to introduce me to the invitees as Ajik did, but he often smiled at me whenever there were invited guests who seemed to ask about me to him.

True only happiness emanated from the look of my new family.

Contrast with me,,,,,, it's,,,,

That seems bad in everyone's eyes. A bulging stomach that looks more distended with a Balinese bridal dress, a smile that may look forced because I honestly feel uncomfortable being here.

Every single look at the invited guest that led to me I felt as an accusation and judged me.Sharp and piercing. They seem to blame me for trapping the Lord in this marriage.

I've also tried to resist but can't afford it anymore, Please understand,, Don't judge me like this,,, please,,,

This heart screams whenever a guest greets us but his gaze is cynical. Most are women who may be friends or acquaintances of the Lord. I don't know them.

All I know is Selly's sister, my neighbor who I know is often teasing God's brother all this time but never responded. He was so upset he wouldn't love me. Only the Lord's brother he salami.

Fortunately the man who had officially followed me was too much attention to other things to realize that his wife was treated like that by Selly's sister. I was worried that Lord will be angry.

"Sweet you yes. That child is definitely not a child of God, right??? How dare you stab me." whispered cynically in my ear.

"Sister," I tried to explain, but he had already brushed aside by leaving us because however many other guests were queuing to greet us.

I could only exhale violently with his treatment. As I began to feel weak, down and uninspired, a warm touch on my waist felt. I saw the left hand of Brother Dewa wrapped around my waist. I lifted my face and saw him smiling.

"Capek huh? Wanna sit? Do not be forced to stand. Ajik and Biang invited guests a lot. Later if Na forced her to stand, Na's legs can be swollen like elephant's legs, you know," his aura makes me feel very happy to be noticed.

Next he gave someone a code to bring us a chair. Aching in the waist and legs after a long time of standing can finally be explained little by little.

Ajik and Biang who saw us apparently knew that we, especially I who was pregnant this big tired. Therefore they close the session greeting the bride immediately. Give us a break for a break.

Finally, this reception did not involve us directly. We just sit in this beautiful place and watch the guests who go back and forth to choose the food that has been very diverse provided. It looks like various dishes from Sabang to Merauke are available.

"Why? Na hungry? Wanna eat? Brother, take it first." said the gentle brother of God.

"Na pingin that one." pointed me to a chicken that I think I recognize.

"Peter Betutu? Na like that?" ask the Lord.

I nodded slowly because I was actually ashamed of youuuuu once to him. I should have been the wife who served him but instead he did.

"What side dishes do you want?"

"That's it, brother." I replied because that's all I want right now. Looks like this baby knows that the food was first bought by the Lord first.

My baby or I actually want to reminisce, right???

Kak Dewa left and immediately returned with a plate of rice complete with chicken betutu I want.

"Baby bribe ya."

I just nodded and obeyed him. I was too hungry to refuse. Finally my attention was only on food and the Lord's brother. He's so handsome in such close quarters.

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"Thank you for being present."

Mr. Artha, my great boss, welcomed me and my mom at her only son's wedding. The show is so fancy. Understandably, they were a wealthy family so this kind of party wouldn't drain his wallet.

There are also some business relationships that I know. They greeted each other with a nod when the net accidentally looked at me.

"Can we congratulate the bride?" ask mom for permission.

"Oh that, sorry. The session we were having was stopping. They're still resting." the woman who was wrong was Mayu's mother, whom I knew as the wife of Mr. Artha replied.

"Oh so. It's okay what. Please send greetings from us." I said.

"good. Thank ye. Please taste the dishes taste good."

The host is very humbling to call the dish perfunctory whereas as far as the eye can see,, a variety of appetizing dishes are already lying on the table.

My eyes swept across the room. All the guests were busy with their meals. Some were also heard commenting on the taste of the cuisine and some were heard whispering whispers talking about the bride and groom.

"His stomach is big. Pregnant outside of marriage. But I'm sure it's just a trap. The gods are not the young men. This must be that bad girl. She's pregnant with someone else's child but holds God accountable. It's a bitch." I could hear that remark from a pretty scantily dressed woman who happened to be sitting not far from my place.

Some of the girl's friends were swept away in that undue discussion. Even their eyes looked towards the gleam. Surprisingly my eyes were also looking there.

Looks like the bride who is so friendly sitting there. The groom looks so friendly to feed the woman right, her stomach looks big. I think her pregnancy is already in the third trimester.

The bride turned her head towards the guests and made this heart beat.

Isn't that,,,???

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