Leaning Sweet Me
Don't cry baby

The owner of the black mane squirms in the blanket, the calmness, the peace now felt, although the wound is still imprinted, and will never disappear, but when the heart begins to clench everything. The wound was slowly healing, covered in tens or even thousands of love blasts from it. Her.

He who brings new love, tirelessly stands by her, waits for her, and never leaves her.

Metta rounded her eyes as sunlight burst in from the window, her thin lips now curled at the sight of the shutters, recalling the sweet scene last night, the gentle touch of the man who is about 3 months away will be her husband,

"Husband?" he muttered and then chuckled.

This was indeed like a dream, he. The boy was able to make me this way, and it seemed to be contagious, I felt even younger than him. Metta's inner self with a smile on her lips but shook her head.

Before long Metta got out of the bed, picked up a towel and wrapped it around her shoulder, then opened the handle of the room door and walked out.

"Morning." he said as Andra was putting something in her bag.

"Holy brother, yah!"

"Yes dong" he said, shuffling Andra's hair.

"What the hell ah! Crazy you yah...."

While Nissa had just come out of her room with a yawn, "Sister,"

Metta ran small to the only bathroom in her house, "No. You'll last well,"

That morning they also delivered Andra who will fly to the country of M to attend the training of Esport athletes, with escorted by Ms. Sri, Nissa, and Metta while Farrel was chatting with the representatives of the coach and management who overshadowed the new team of athletes who won the tournament the other day, and of course did not want to miss Andra's best friend,

"What if you forget me?" point Jaka at Andra who is hugging Irfan, and,

"Lebay you, he left also only 3 months, and then he forgot our ma Jak!" seloroh Irfan after breaking his embrace.

"Whisper the hell you guys, will be expelled new security know taste." prune Nissa with puffy eyes, pasir,

"Udah De don't cry on ah, brother will also come home!" said Andra who now wipes clear water on her sister's cheek.

While Mother Sri did not cry in the least, she remained firm, but often shrank both eyes before the circle fell.

"Doain Andra ma'am!" he said as he hugged his mother,

"Not to be asked son, your name is always in the prayers of the mother," he said, hugging his only son.

While Metta several times stroked the back of Nissa who did not stop crying.

"Don't cry anymore,"

"If you miss, you can call" he added.

"Passenger Dolfin Air flight with flight number xxxx destination country M, please enter immediately in the waiting room."

The voice of a public information service has echoed, and Andra and his entourage immediately entered.

Finally they walked out of the airport, Farrel opened the front door of his car

"Let's go in" he said

"Let Sha alone in front, Mother behind Nissa," said Ibu Sri as she stepped.

"My mom, let the sister behind with Nissa, it's okay, sister,"

Metta nodded, "Nothing,"

"Mother, sister, Nis, bang we first yes, the motorbike parking is also there," said Jaka and Irfan.

"Content with Jaka, Irfan "

They nodded then stepped from there but the steps stopped when Farrel called them.

"Here first,"

"Death to Fan" whispered Jaka.

"Mmm-mm...."

"Why bang?" both of them said while approaching.

Farrel put something in his pocket, "For two with Irfan," he whispered and patted Jaka on the shoulder. "Thank you.." he added again.

They both nodded, "Thank you bang,"

Farrel got back in the car and drove his car from there,

"Be careful bang on the road, happy until the destination and often-often kayak gini," said Jaka, and Irfan who for a second also shook his head.

"Satan, come back to your nyamperin!!and let's go home I'm a laper,"

"We first open the contents how much, if we big to cafe kemaaren yuk, just meet my dream girl again, whose hair bubbles," said Jaka by wrapping his hand on Irfan's boat.

"Okay, I'm traumatized!" irfan shook Jaka's hand.

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While Farrel's car arrives at Metta's house, everyone descends, Ms. Sri is flanked by Nissa, while Metta goes with Farrel behind her.

"Sister, did you send a message?"

"Why really? there is no tuh...."

"Grand check the phone first" said Farrel with a smile.

"Then Metta reached into his cell phone in his sling bag.

"Eeeh there turned out,"

"Swant! what say?"

"Hem, you're not very creative,"

"Why really? you also sent a message?" Farrel nodded, though,

"Yeah, we're going there,"

"Where do you know?"

"Mac's gonna take us,"

"Mac? isn't he coming?"

"No...." Farrel pointed to the Mac sitting in the front seat of Metta's house.

"Jeez..it's just here om!" said Nissa

"Huss.. can't talk about it!" sela Ibu Sri patted Nissa's arm,

"Mother...."

"Yes mom, we go first, yes, you've been waiting for me,"

Sri smiled, "Yes, greetings to your mother, yes,"

Eventually the two of them re-entered the car, Mac drove the car at a moderate speed, while Farrel sat next to Metta in the back.

"Mac, do you know where you are?"

"Tau Mas" he said without taking his eyes off.

"Where?"

"Say mom later, you'll know!"

Soon the car stopped at a wedding planner. Farrel came down followed by Metta holding his arm,

"Wait, what are we going to do?"

Farrel grabbed her hand, "You know what my mom means!"

His chest suddenly raged, "That means?"

"Yes My Cherry, mother is preparing for our wedding."

"Wait, but right...."

"Chant again? Hem.." asked Farrel who was still waiting for Metta to come down, but he remained motionless.

Metta shook her head, "I'm ashamed...."

"God, baby! why shame hem.. We want to marry instead of naked wine," Farrel giggled.

"Oh..nyebelin! I seriously...."

"Udah yuk, we're embarrassed both anyway, let alone we'll be tela-n"

Metta hit her shoulder hard," Ih!"

"Yes, sorry, baby,"

They enter the Wedding Planner building which is full of decorations, examples of collateral, dresses, and others related to the wedding organizer.

"Have you come?" ask her when they come in.

"Here we go, our bride,"

"Uuucchhh lala. meet again we bebs," said someone beside the mother.

"Don't you want to scare my kids!"

"So sorry mommy, habits!" he said with a trembling hand.

"Iihh..he's again!"

"Dear we choose what you want?" mother Ayu said to Metta.

"Udah de let go first, replace the same mother who holds it, you hold it later, if it is legal," always mother Ayu who makes Metta's face blush.

"Mother, I know!" farrel chuckled.

Mother Ayu led Metta to sit next to her and gave her a sample book to see. Photos of dresses and dresses.

Unceasingly Metta gave thanks, for what she got from the people she loved, who gave her so much affection and love for her.

"You likey? why even keep quiet," Metta shook her head with increasingly blurred eyes, some began to grow in her eyes.

"Don't cry baby, be happy. (Don't cry baby, be happy." Ayu stroked his back.

"Honey, you're right. Don't cry! Later we buy candy okay," said Farrel made Metta shed tears but also laughed.

Finally, after looking around and sorting through the various samples, they found a suitable, relaxing outdoor option for the reception, while the event will be held at Metta's house.

"Wedding organizer is finished, you now just buy a ring," said Mommy Ayu, after they returned to sit on the sofa.

"For that one, you can't come. You both go, and go right now!"

Farrel and Metta looked at each other.

"Can't you get it tomorrow?"

"Go now,"