Marry Bening
Eggs at the Horn

Aslam Pov's

My name is King Aslam Dewantara. Commonly called Aslam. With the face of this Chinese-German crossbreed makes it easy for me to hook any woman I want. Not because of the high level of the PeDean, but this is a fact.

I am the only child of both my parents whose business has been branching out into various cities and provinces in Indonesia. There are even subsidiaries of our company located abroad. Especially in construction and property.

My father - Alexander Dewantara - a man of Chinese descent who has long lived in Indonesia because he married my mother was actually very eager for me to plunge into the business world and pursue a business that papa stubis during those years.

And my mother - Eugene Dewantara - a German-Indonesian missionary, was just an ordinary socialite housewife who fully supported my papa's success. But, no! Actually, my mom is also a good businessman. He was just sitting behind his desk and gadgets, but the rupiah coffers fattened his account. Yes, mama is doing business in the field of beauty and fashion.

However, at my actual age I said it was mature, it did not make me mature. I was busy playing and playing with my friends. Of course by utilizing the facilities and powers on behalf of my parents. In fact, making love just doesn't seem like enough for me.

Behind it all, there is only one woman whose name is always engraved in my heart.

Erina, a beautiful woman who works as a super model and the winner of the beauty pageant is able to shake my heart so that I want to have her completely.

Do not be asked how our love in a relationship for two years, of course, the taste of heaven's pleasure is no stranger to us. Every meeting, every time, it's never gone if we meet. I don't know, like the desert wants an oasis, it feels like there's less if we don't.

If anyone asks how we can do what is actually forbidden by religion because we validate it before halal, it is all purely we do just like that. And I who was this delinquent did not care at first how Erina could be so good at doing that forbidden relationship. All that matters to me is one, which is a pleasure. What a curse am I!

But not with today. I want to put an end to the sins we have committed so far by justifying our relationship. I want to take full responsibility. Love and make Erina happy. Yes, right on my 30th birthday, I want to propose and have our wedding.

***

The fabrics hanging on the ceiling of the ceiling intertwined with each other making knots so beautifully decorate the entire room and the area of the palace house tonight. Red-dominated background decoration combined with gold color, do not forget the decorative lights that make the room feel like glamour.

A middle-aged woman who was sitting in front of her makeup mirror repeatedly clucked bitterly as she did not like the color of the decorations her son had chosen for the party tonight. His hands were still tidying up his hair bun and his mouth did not stop grumbling because the shades that should be bright and bright became dark because of the dominating red color. Although there is a touch of gold color that makes the impression of luxury, it still does not reduce the dim lighting of the party room. Only a makeup artist (MUA) might currently patiently listen to all the babble of the middle-aged woman. Grateful for the moment his eardrum was fine.

"Udah dong, Ma. This is Erina's favorite color, "I sulked and persuaded the mama who kept on babbling because today's party decorations did not fit her criteria.

"Mama did not finish thinking, why did Erina not discuss it first with Mama, son? However, Erina would be Mama's daughter-in-law, it should be nothing to talk to Mama. You too, Nyebelin!" pissed mama. I don't know why he's so chatty today.

Mama is the best and most understanding mother in the world. My mother had only one son, me. Though I remember, when I was a child, asked to be given a sister. However, until now, the sister I asked for did not exist. Until I became an immoral only child. And now, this only son is sulking by leaning his head on his mother's thigh.

"Ma..."

"What the hell?"

"Don't like it, did I marry Erina?" I'm spoiling, hoping mama's gone down. Mama stopped her activities, coded the MUA to leave us.

After the MUA came out and closed the door, mama spoke softly while rubbing my head hair.

"It doesn't feel like you're this big, son. You are this big. You're three heads too."

I deg-degan. This is not the nature of my mother. Right where I was guessing, I squealed as my mama reached my ears.

"Aw aw Ma, my dear Ma." I rubbed my earlobe that was hot because of my mother's jewelry.

"Based on boy g*nd*ng! You're three heads old and you're hard to tell. I love it when you act. Turn kayak gini, you're a rich boy three years old who wants to be dikabulin his request." Mama poked with her strange-sounding sentence. I don't know since when my mom is too fluent in 'foreign'. I think so for mama who incidentally comes from a family that is very good.

"Ih, Mama what the hell. Same kid himself is so evil." I pouted and still sat down in front of my mother.

"Mama did not think, had one child but ngeyelnya for mercy. Age of three heads, behavior like an abege child. When did you grow up, son? Fortunately mama's son is only one, try if there are two children like you, can-can mama salto."

"What the hell, Ma. Bring all the saltos," I chuckled in response to my mother's ridiculous remark. "Ma..." I leaned my head back on my thigh while hugging her waist, really warm. "Sad Mom, do I want to get married? Relax Ma, me and Erina after marriage will stay here anyway, nemenin Mama..."

"Enak. It's mom's house as papa," mama's barbershop. Ah, this moment of shahdu is even chaotic.

"Yes.this is my mom's house. But later this will also be marked with me." Mama hit me on the shoulder. I screamed in shock and we laughed.

I woke up and looked up at the face of my mother who was still beautiful at the age of half a century. "I'm sorry, Ma." I swear, I want to cry! And I saw my mom's eyes glazed over.

"No! Mama doesn't want to apologize!" Mama looked away. Gutting his eyes.

"Ma..see me!" I cupped mama's cheek. A clear liquid dripped down my palm. My heart is really sliced.

"Ma.please bless me. Our restui. Without Mama's blessing, this marriage is nothing" I pleaded.

Mama cupped both my palms. His hands are warm. "A mother will be happy when she sees her child happy. So did mama. Mama's very happy if mama's son finds his happiness."

"Mama, bless me?"

"Thank you, Ma..." I kissed my mom's palms, hugged her. "Thank you..."

"Together, my dear." Gently rubbed my back. "May you always be happy. I hope Erina will always be kind, accept you for who you are and most importantly love you as you love and love you."

"Sure, Ma. I will always be happy because we love each other" I said with confidence.

"But.mama will be lonely. If you marry me, you'll be busy with your wife, "my mother.

"Eatya, try first mom and dad ngabulin my request about baby sister. So then

mama still has children at least besides me make nemenin mama. But just calm down, mama will not be lonely, Erina her son is so cute, Ma. Or the...Mama is equally papa make children again, let's not be lonely." Mama nailed my ear again and then hit me on the shoulder.

"Basic child sabl*ng. Don't know how to profit! You should have loved your mother grandson! I could have told my mom to have another baby!"

I hugged my mom. We laughed at once. Nothing is the happiest thing right now. I am so grateful that I really accepted Erina.

"Ma....I'm Mama's son, not Wiro's." I chipped in joking.

"Who said you were Wiro's son? Sopo Wiro?"

"That's Mama said I'm sabl*ng. Means I'm a descendant of Wiro sabl*ng 212 is that?"

"Oalahhhh, you old boy!" Mama hit my arm. I don't know how many blue stains will appear later on my body due to KDRT from my mother.

"Ma...Mama really does approve of me, doesn't she?"

"That's chatty. You want mama to pull back?"

"Don't dong, Ma. Trus, Papa how, Ma?"

"Your father? Ah easy he mah. Papa would agree, too, if you agree. Yeah, even though your mom and dad aren't exactly the same Erina. But whatever your happiness is, we agree." My mom smiled and kissed me. "May you and Erina be happy. Trus chepet-cate mama and papa cute granddaughter." Mama sumringah's.

I swear, I felt so guilty in front of my mom. As a child papa and mama are proud even though I am a child who can not be relied upon. I, as a boy, am supposed to look after and uphold the dignity and dignity of the woman my parents always taught me, but I did the opposite. I destroyed people's children before we were legal in the eyes of religion or law. Maafin Aslam, Ma...

"Ma..."

"What's? Ah ah, let's get ready. Soon your invited guests, papa's business colleagues and friends will come."

"Ma..." I looked at mama. "Maskara equal make up Mama faded." I started before my mom hit me back.

Laughing I came out of my mother's room and prepared to be the king and the happiest man in the world because I was lucky to have Erina, my queen, the wife-to-be and mother-to-be of my children are certainly funny.

Ah, really I have imagined how happy we will be after getting married and living our household ark.

***

Time has shown at seven o'clock in the evening. The guests have started to arrive. Papa's business friends, my friends too. Don't forget your socialite friends. Not a few people praised me today. I invite the guests to enjoy the banquet and drinks available.

My heart thumped, many times I walked back and forth in front of the house while waiting for the beloved to come. I called Erina many times, but she didn't pick her up. Like an egg on the tip of a horn, I waited for him with anxious expectation. In my heart I pray that nothing will happen to Erina. Yeah, I hope so!

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

I came to a house that was like a palace. Very lovely. From the outside just how beautiful the garden lights of the yard of the house was lit. I imagined how comfortable I would be if I refreshed myself by sitting on that park bench. Enjoy the breeze of the wind blowing and the scenery around it.

I parked my bike when I saw a man who I thought was mature enough to be squeezing his hair. Ah, what a pity. He is neat and cool. One thing was certain, the man seemed to be upset and.

Without blinking I looked at the maximum admiration of the handsome man despite his disheveled hair.

As a result of my carelessness, I forgot to lower the standard of my automatic motorbike and immediately my admiration was over along with a shock because my bike fell.

GDUBRAKK !

TB