Leaning Sweet Me
Suddenly a bride

Dinda stopped the car right in front of Metta's house, Metta immediately opened the seat belt and rushed out of the car. Heedless of Dinda calling out to him from behind.

He ran in, past the fence of his house, looking like a tent along the yard and chairs lined up neatly. Beautiful flowers are attached along the entrance.What is this?

He slowed his pace as he entered his yard, finding a black motorbike, a sports motorbike owned by Farrel who had once taken himself to the train station, a motorbike that made him hug Farrel for the first time.

And it was the bike that made Metta kiss Farrel's cheek the first time because of his ridiculous behavior. Oh, my God, what is this?

Metta walked in on the front porch of his house where there were neatly lined chairs.

Deg

What he fears is only one, Farrel will be ridiculous and excessive, is not this like an event in a wedding. Please don't be silly about this (Please don't be silly about this)

"Well"

How's witness? Legitimate....

Legitimate

Right where Metta's on the doorstep. Arguably, without being able to say anything. His body pecked, his heart trembled at the sounding words of some people, no. But all the families were there, even the distant relatives were there.

The sound of laughter echoing mixed with boisterous applause, making the brain performance in his head stop instantly. Even his eyes felt clouded. Everything seemed like it was turning into another dimensional space, the sounds calling out his name, the people moving slowed down. With the ears as if it could not catch any sound waves.

Until the clap on his shoulder scattered the unfamiliar dimensional space, his gaze locked onto the middle-aged figure who was heard reciting a prayer full of advice and meaning. Being at a table with several people who were seen surrounding it.

And a well-dressed figure who was behind him, but a moment later turned to him, and also his younger brother. A second clap on his shoulder was again felt. This time everyone's face looked so clear, with lips that were almost all curved. But his brain was not fully working, a warm hand crept into his hand and pulled him slowly.

As if he was still lost in space, like someone who was hypnotized Metta just followed the steps of someone who pulled him into a room. Whatisthis?

Until he sat himself on the edge of the bed, trying to restore the performance of the brain that suddenly stopped. A pat on both of his cheeks that felt cold.

"Sha ..are you okay?"

"Sha..."

Two women who are smiling now. Make his brain performance back, Hah... This is so ridiculous !!

"Are you ok?" Ask her again.

Metta gasped, "Mother...?" He said as his eyes collided with a beautiful figure with a smile in his direction.

"Mother...?"A simple figure that always makes him miss. Who rubbed his hands gently.

"Is this mom?"

"Congratulations, you've officially become Farrel's wife and become his mother-in-law."

He asked his mother, but the one who answered was Mother. Wait ... Wife? what's....

Until an MUA approached him and began to paint his face in such a way. While the two women who gave birth to him and the man who now calls him the husband disappeared behind the door, and all that was left was himself and the woman who painted his beautiful face.

Her nimble hands changed Metta's face quickly, decorating her face and hair to look as natural as possible. With the last touch he plugs in Metta's lips.

"It's done, is this enough or want to add lipstick?"Metta shook her head.

Oh, my God, I even missed a bridal shower and a lecture like that. Really ridiculous

"Then it's done, I'll get out first!" he said by taking care of his combat tools.

And now he looks at himself in the mirror. What I should do. His inner.

Shortly after the MUA left, someone was heard calling his name followed by a knock on his door. Metta turned his head when the door opened. The figure of Andra who stepped in with a radiant face, smiled widely and almost laughed. Difficult to interpret

"You.what are you doing here! Why is it like this? when did you come home huh.." he asked repeatedly, while Andra just scratched his head.

The series of questions that were milling around in Metta's head had not been answered, Andra continued to smile making Metta upset. "Say or brother won't come out!" threaten her.

"Ish..sister isn't happy I'm home sooner!"

"Yes why? There must be a reason, right.., say! Is this Farrel."

"Not her, not her! Yesterday the organizers did decide to speed up the training schedule, because we are all directly included in the national championship, because the core athlete team of them can not participate."

"Why?"

"Where do I know, brother asks Doni later. He's the core player of the club." he said.

"So I don't understand yet...!"

Andra clucked, "So pretty brother Sha come on...."

Andra reached out, but Metta was still silent. "Yuk. it's time for sister to come out."

"How could it just happen?"

"Later the story .. come out first, everyone is waiting!" his words flanked Metta's hands.

"You too." said Metta to the timid but giggling Nissa.

Until finally he looked at someone with a black coat wrapped his sturdy body, who was now staring at him fixedly, standing at the front with a smile on his back from his lips.

Andra handed her brother's hand to the man in front of her, who greeted her warmly. You're silly. ahhhhkk I want to be angry.

Farrel took her sitting in front of the middle-aged man who handed her the documents for them to sign. But before that all, they enter the Wedding ring installation session.

All cheered, as Farrel opened the red velvet box placed on the table. Along with other items that may be dowry.

"Let's put it together." said a middle-aged man.

Then Farrel took the ring that made Metta fall back. This ring?

"This is the ring you like, heart of eternity. How am I going to miss it" he said, inserting the ring.

The first ring she saw at the outlet the other day, which she undone due to its exorbitant price. But now the ring is attached to his ring finger. Then he took a ring to wear to Farrel.

"You're really ridiculous!" he said when he put his ring.

"Yes I'm.." he muttered with a smile making Metta widen and pinch Farrel's waist plan.

Make everyone laugh at them, though,

Kissed

Kissed

One word that made a boisterous return full of laughter, Farrel then kissed Metta's forehead long and deep.

Lacking...

Lacking...

"Let's kiss again, that's not the way."

Everyone looked at Doni because of his words, and then he ended up with a laugh. Gosh darn.

"For that ... later, I don't want them to see it." whispered Farrel as she gently kissed Metta's cheek.

Metta again landed a small pinch on his waist, with both perfectly rounded eyes pointing at him.

"You have to explain everything to me,"

"Yes my wife .. tonight I'll explain everything. Not to be missed one bit." whispered as they greeted all his family.

"Cum...."

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Metta hugged her mother, with a sobbing cry, and with Sri's mother, the tears rolled freely. There was relief in his heart, now he and his first child were crying happily. Replacing all tears when the marriage failed.

"Goodbye, I pray that I will always be happy,"

"Thank you ma'am." said Metta. Farrel rubbed the back of the girl who is now his wife.

So also with Ayu who hugged them alternately with the roar of tears from both eyes. "Have Bun, it's a happy day. Mother need not cry,"

"It's also a happy cry well, now the mother's son is married. It felt like time was passing so quickly." she said by hugging her husband.

While in the corner of the room there, Dinda who also broke into tears, saw her best friend had now been happy.

"Remove your tears! You are so ugly when you cry! said Alan who thrust a handkerchief in front of his face.

Dinda grabbed him, then she shrank the tears all over her face, and returned the half-wet handkerchief to Alan.

"Thank you!" he said by passing.

Farrel was not constantly smiling, staring fixedly at Metta who was now sitting beside him, Metta turned to her, "What?"

Farrel shook his head, "My wife is so pretty." Metta blushed.

"Yes I suddenly a bride (Yes I suddenly became a bride)

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#Author amused himself wkwkwk.

Who has the invitation? Come and like don't forget. But sorry if the author still likes to reply late. kwkwkwkw.