LOVE THE CHILDREN OF JURAGAN
Being Owned by Mas Pre

The wedding dress had already wrapped up Yasmin's slim body. She looks so pretty. Like a princess from a fairy tale.

Gayatri saw her daughter with a hark. He remembered, a few years ago. Yasmin also wore a wedding dress. But that day he looked very sad. The makeup artist even had to polish the makeup several times on his face because of Yasmin's swollen eyes from crying all night.

Very different today. Yasmin looked very happy. He can't wait for the wedding hour.

"Mother, how's my makeup going?"

"Pretty. You're like a princess from a fairy tale."

Yasmin. "But today's story isn't a fairy tale, is it, Mom?"

"Yes. You look like you can't wait to be Prayuda's wife."

Yasmin blushed even more. "Mother doesn't understand. Pra and I are an impossible story but now it is possible. If Kak Er does not give his blessing, then maybe Pra would come here. He'd rather hurt himself than hurt Er's feelings."

Gayatri held her son's hand. "Mother pray that the marriage of the two of you will be a worship that glorifies God. May you be an obedient, faithful wife and honor your husband as a priest in your household. Yas, this is the last one, right? No more divorce."

"Duh, mom. How about making me cry, anyway?" Yasmin tried to hold back her tears from falling. He flicked his right hand in front of his face. "When I got married to Er's sister, I never talked like this."

Gayatri took the tissue and gave it to her son. "Mom just doesn't want you to fail again, son."

"I promise, ma'am. I'll be a good wife to Mas Pra. I'm not gonna embarrass you and me."

Yasmin's room door was knocked. Gayatri stepped up and opened the door.

"Fatherin?"

"Mother, can I talk to Yasmin for a second?"

Gayatri nodded. "Speak. I'll leave you both."

Gayatri walked out of the room and let Erdana in. Yasmin who was temporarily fixing her makeup was shocked when she saw Erdana.

"Sister?"

"I'm sorry if I bother you."

Yasmin smiled. "No, sis. Come on, sit down." Yasmin said while showing the sofa in the hotel room.

Both are sitting. Face to face. Erdana also looks handsome with a brown batik shirt.

"Yasmin, I congratulate you, huh? I'm sure that Prayuda is a good man who will make you happy born and inner."

"Thank you, brother."

"We once had a story. Which is happy but also what makes us both hurt. Personally, I have made peace with the past. I believe that God once allowed you to be present in my life story, so that we can become more mature in living this life."

"Yes, brother. Sorry if I ever hurt my sister."

"Last let it pass. In the future, we will remain brothers. I have also been friends with Prayuda for a long time. We'll meet often."

Yasmin nodded. He felt relieved that Erdana could talk to him at this moment. He left without saying anything to Erdana.

"Prepare. It's already half ten. 10 Hours will be done." Erdana stands. His heart was now relieved that he had already spoken to Yasmin. As he exited the room, he saw Mentari standing at the end of the corridor. His wife looks beautiful in the same batik patterned dress with the shirt she wears.

"B.....!" The mentor extended his hand. Erdana greeted his wife's hand, then kissed the back of Mentari's hand very gently.

"How's Yasmin?" ask Mentari when the two have stepped together.

"She looks like a princess. Beautiful, as beautiful as the wedding dress she wears. We've spoken and I'm sure there's no more wound in each of our hearts."

Smiling mentari. She looked at her husband who was walking beside her. "I love you" said Mentari.

Erdana smile. "I love you too."

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The mosque in the Islamick center of New York City, witnessed the implementation of a marriage contract between Yasmin and Prayuda. Both of them looked happy even though they were nervous at first.

Prayuda looks handsome with a black tuxedo that wraps around his athletic body. He recited his Kabul ijab with one breath.

"Well....!"

William who attended the event also seemed happy. He congratulated the bride and groom who looked so harmonious and in love with each other.

After the show, a white carriage with a white horse was waiting for them. Yasmin and Prayuda will take a horse-drawn carriage decorated with beautiful flowers, to tour New York City for a while, before heading to one of the hotels for the reception. The concept they choose is a garden party that has been prepared behind the hotel.

They decorate the hotel garden like a garden where the angels live because there are fountains, bridges and artificial rainbows that make all guests will enjoy the feeling of happiness when there is a party greeting.

The wedding cake was very beautiful shaped like a lotus flower. Yasmin did not expect Prayuda to be able to achieve everything he wanted.

"Finally they got married" said Satria.

"Our job remains how to get Noah to catch up with his sister."

"Noah did not want to get married" Satria said.

"Said he didn't want to make me lonely because Yasmin was married. I was even worried because Noah never showed us his girlfriend."

Satria wrapped her hand on Gayatri's shoulder. "Maybe Noah's looking for the same criteria as you love. And it's rare to get a woman like you who's kind, sincere and who she is." Satria stroked Gayatri's face, causing her to take a few steps back.

"Mas, shame ah, look at people."

Satria laughs. "This is in America. LeBay isn't a problem, is it? I just want after Yasmin's wedding we'll go for a walk and honeymoon here."

Gayatri became blushed. Her husband has not changed. They are busy but always have a special time together.

In the other corner, there was a couple of Yuda and Jeslin who were dancing. They look happy and look at each other in love.

"What's up, mas?" jeslin asked as she was a little careless with her husband's gaze.

"You're beautiful."

"Mas, what's beautiful? I'm already 50. Don't forget about it. I have two grandchildren too."

"Then you're a beautiful grandmother. Stay young and stay full of charm. What if we finish this party, we don't go home. The honeymoon again. If you go straight back to Jakarta, you will be directly dealing with patients."

Jeslin chuckles. She stroked her husband's back gently. "Look at me when we were dating first, you weren't as romantic as I thought."

"Splitting from you has made me understand that you are the woman I should be spoiled for, I love you and I treat you with specialness. After 30 years without being able to hold you, you are now beside me again. Shouldn't I make you queen of my life?"

Both are laughing. Happy laughter. Yuda looked down and kissed Yasmin's lips. Not caring about Prayuda's glare.

"What's up, baby?" ask Yasmin.

"My dad's just like ABG. Don't remember age, anywhere always kiss Jeslin's mother."

Yasmin chuckles. He stroked Prayuda's face. "Everything, don't lose to the old."

Prayuda looked at his wife's sparkling eyes. "You know, honey. I'm currently trying to hold myself back from directly pulling you into the room."

"Are you a pervert too?" Yasmin wrapped her hands around Prayuda's neck. "Propheme my husband. There is still a wedding cake cutting event. There's still a family photo show."

Prayuda looked pouted. "Tell the MC to hurry."

Both are laughing. What a happy day.

Where are Vishnu and Naura? It turned out that the possessive Juragan was engrossed in kissing Naura behind a flower pole. Vishnu became a little aggressive when he saw that there was a handsome man who approached Naura and said that Naura was similar to his late wife. In terms of the man was only in his 30s. He was shocked to hear that Naura was 50 years old.

"You're so pretty, madam. I can't believe it when I find out you're 50. Where did this beauty come from?"

It was fortunate that Naura managed to drive the man away. And behold, now Vishnu was punishing him with a long kiss that almost made Naura lose control.

The Indonesian juragan is indeed enjoying their old age with a very sweet.

"Come photos together. Uncle Vishnu and Aunt Naura where are ya?" ask Noah.

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About Naura and Vishnu are still there or have been to the room???

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