Mad Boss
Fiesta

In a Ballroom Hotel with white shades, which symbolizes the beginning of running a new life.

Ballroom decoration where Gamya and Cindekia wedding reception is held, using a blend of thousands of roses, angrek, antirinum, gypsophila, which is dominated by white makes the room feel clean, and peaceful.

One by one the invited guests occupy the available table. In one group, there were 4 invited guests who seemed to be conducting a small debate. They are Gina, Rendi, Nawir, Heri.

Upon receiving an invitation from Cindekia, they laughed at the name of the groom who was the same as their boss. It is unexpected that being a groom is indeed the boss they avoid the most.

"I've guessed that there is something between Kia and Gamya sir," Gina revealed what she had been there all along.

"My poor little boy." said Rendi pitying with her friend. "Sir Gamya must have forced him, don't you think so?" added later.

The other two people shook their heads in disagreement with Rendi's thoughts. While Nawir with his eyes still mawas, looking for a place for the four of them.

"Hoi, you're insensitive huh? lately, Kia who is a hard-flow antifans suddenly becomes a silent reader in the ghibah forum." said Gina trying to resuscitate Rendi.

"True, He is a traitor to the nation" Heri added.

"Boy! there Boi!" Pekik Heri with his finger pointed east, stopping his friend's ghibah.

Heri's eyesight was very good at choosing a table filled with women.

The round table had eight seats, leaving four seats for them.

The four sat well and correctly. It turned out that Heri's vision was not always accurate, as the four women sitting before them were middle-aged mothers.

The three single men's hopes were dashed already. In contrast to Gina who was smiling, she saw the disappointed expressions of her three friends.

They wanted to continue, but it was not nice with the four invited guests who were also sitting on the same table chair as them.

Eventually they chose Damar as their material.

"Are you guys friends with the groom?" ask one of the four women.

"No, We..."

"We are the groom's co-workers," Gina interrupted, cutting off Nawir's words. "And the three of them are still single" he said then calmly, making it the attention of his three friends.

"Maybe mothers are interested in making the three of them sons-in-law, they can be relied upon you know." Gina's promo was greeted with laughter by everyone.

"Good ad Gina" whispered Nawir in a satire.

"Are you guys bosses like brides?" chirp one of the mothers wearing a red kebaya dress.

"Bu Tiwi wants to have such a daughter-in-law? must be impregnated first his son." mother's lips in yellow clothes without seeing the situation and conditions.

"What do you mean by mother?" gina asked, wanting to know where the mother came from.

The mothers were Cindekia's distant relatives who wanted to go to the reception.

Mother in yellow, smiling at Gina. "She must have given up her body, and framed a rich man into marrying her. You don't like that." her lips ended the advice to Gina.

"Kc.. Aunt are you talking about the bride?" gina's spray rounding her eyeballs held in fury.

While the three friends chose to take a bottle of mineral water available in front of them to drink.

"Of course" I'm the steady mom.

Gina also followed her friend to drink mineral water, "Auntie, Didn't you brush your teeth before going here? your mouth is so stinky that it smelled here." said Gina.

The mother in bright yellow just blushed, how could she be insulted by a young woman in front of a crowd. "Did your parents not educate you to be a polite child?!" reproofing.

"Auntie can overtake my parents to the burrow to ask how I was educated." Agile Gina did not want to lose.

"If you want to find a commotion, don't sit here." hardik one of the mothers who had been silent.

"How yes, we've sat down" challenged Gina.

Heri sighed, She cursed her eyes that mischosen the table.

Their debate came to a halt when they heard the MC who had just spoken was not heard, suddenly mentioning the two brides would enter the hall.

Hornets and other musical instruments, as well as dances from traditional dancers accompanied the arrival of the two brides.

With a wedding dress, Cindekia looks beautiful walking gracefully holding the hand of the man next to her who is no less charismatic.

"It's so pretty" muttered Gina staring in amazement at the bridal dress Cindekia was wearing.

"You are also beautiful" praised Nawir who sat next to Gina.

"I know I'm beautiful, I mean that's a pretty dress." I'm Gina without taking her eyes off the bridal accompaniment that's walking towards the guarantee.

"Do you like his shirt?"

"he uh"

"Then we marry yuk, so you can wear such clothes."

Gina turned to Nawir who spoke carelessly, "Good idea, let's get married."

"Is this conversation serious?" Heri, who heard the whispers of her two friends, joined in.

"Of course!" gina and Nawir responded.

"Later your envelopes should be thick, yes" continued Gina.

Meanwhile, not far from them was Lindri who was staring at Ganeeta with a hateful gaze.

"Do you know Me? why are you following Me?" ganeeta asked confusedly with the stranger who seemed to dislike her existence. He himself felt that he had never offended anyone.

"You can speak Indonesian?" lindri Scorn.

"Yes, sure."

"I hate foreign women like you! What are you doing here," hardened Lindri with hateful eyes, as if Ganeeta was a world-class criminal.

Ganeeta is increasingly confused with an unknown person, suddenly rebuking himself violently.

"Do I bother you?" the question is still in a soft tone. He must not make a quarrel at his brother's show.

"I'm sorry my wife" asked Lindri's new husband to come from taking his first child outside the hall.

"Mama!" the little boy that the man was carrying immediately drowned his head in Lindri's lap.

"Honey, sit with papa ya," Lindri told her 2-year-old daughter.

While her husband again apologized to Ganeeta, "Ma'af mbak, my wife is pregnant" she said as she sat her daughter in a chair.

"Your pregnant wife has nothing to do with me" Ganeeta said.

(*What does this have to do with me.)

"I want my child to look like a bule, white, beautiful like a Ma'am. It's okay if I hate it" Lindri said, rubbing her big belly.

".... Yes please hate me as much as you want" replied Ganeeta who still did not understand about the unknown person sitting at the table with her.