Marrying You My Destiny
Wheelchair

Yana laughs at Chaka, who is pushed by Belko. They are like nurses and patients.

"Huhah.you're funny!"

Chaka smiled cutely. "You're so outrageous, can't rule another."

"It seems that my husband did not sincerely comply with his son's wishes." Yana sighed, while throwing a glance in any direction.

"It's not like that I mean, baby." Looking at Yana who was not flinching. "I'm sorry, I said it wrong."

"That's it, there's no need to feel guilty. Just wanted to calm me down, after being blunt." Yana's way in front of Chaka first.

Belko is still pushing Chaka, who is in a wheelchair. "Miss don't sulk for long, let me buy you some ice cream. You guys eat together, maybe you can restore the taste."

Belko's bodyguards left them for a moment, to expel the awkwardness over her own sentence.

Chaka and Yana go home to rain, then scramble for the bathroom. Finally clean up together, because no one wants to budge in front of the entrance.

"Honey, you don't know that rainwater hitting the head can make a fever" said Yana.

"I know it too." replied Chaka.

Yana took turns rubbing Chaka's back with soap, then afterwards they doused the body with water. The couple was so compact that they came out of the small room.

"I dry my hair first" said Yana.

"No fighting, we'll change it." replied Chaka.

Chaka dries his wife's hair first, and it's her turn to think about herself. For quite a long time they were busy in the room, taking turns with one tool. Now it's time to get out of the room, to get together with the family. Yana and Febby smelled the aroma of cooking, they immediately went to the kitchen while jumping up and down. Yana holds a spatula, invites Febby to taste.

"Let's taste the broth." said Yana.

"Here is my dear friend." Febby blew it, then poured the sauce into his mouth.

"Yes, sorry Auntie." replied Febby.

Yana and Febby take a small plate. They sipped Yang water that had been mixed, with a complete cooking spice. Yana and Febby are feeling good, eating with gourmand.

"It's like a typical Riau chicken broth" said Febby.

"What yes? I have not visited all the culinary there." replied Yana.

"After your trauma disappears, I will accompany you around the world. But you have to remember, you treat me." Febby filed the conditions.

"But you have what you want." replied Yana.

"Here you go, you get married fast. Don't think about anything else, just keep your parents calm." said Thara.

"Yes, yes, Mother, just calm down. I'm not going far away alone, only with a young man with no status." replied Febby.

They poured the broth chicken side dish into the dish, and brought it to the dining room. Yana takes Febby away for a while, whispering about the secret affairs of women.

"I don't look fat since I got married?" ask Yana.

"No, you're slender" replied Febby.

"My husband is a liar, he once said I was fat. To the extent that I'm afraid of fatty foods." she said again.

"Your husband was just joking, the evidence still stands with you. Her name is love not looking at the physical, look at me and Artha often teased." Febby smile.

All the food was served, and they ate together. Before, I had read the prayer first. Yana grabbed the glass because she felt stuck in her throat.

"Oh, it's a relief."

"Eat it, eat it slowly." Chaka reminded.