Missing Without Time Limits.
Finally legitimate.
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Day after day passed without feeling, which was waiting for by Raga arrived also, the day on which she and also the woman of her heart will be united in the sacred bond of marriage.
Throughout this morning Raga was nervous not playing, he was neat and handsome, in black pants and a matching suit, while in a white shirt.
While Zivanna, so beautiful, elegant and elegant, with white kebaya, with subordinate batik. At ten o'clock, Raga finally said kabul Ijab, so loud and confident.
Not when all witnesses say the word SAH, the happiness in the heart of Raga and Zivanna is so explosive, they are legal to be husband and wife, in the eyes of the law and religion.
After the kabul ijab event is finished, the next is a meal, Raga only invited relatives and also some of his close friends, such as Danu, the man came too, and he also did, although with a broken heart in pieces, watching the woman he likes become the wife of his best friend and boss.
Moreover, Zivanna looks so beautiful, in a wedding kebaya. If only Zivanna was not the woman who loved her boss, would be very happy life, could edit a beautiful woman like Zivanna.
"Happy Boss," Danu approached the Boss, to shake hands.
"Yes Dan, thank you. Hope you catch up soon." Raga patted Danu on the back, as they hugged.
"Thank You Boss."
Danu turns to reach out to Zivanna, but is immediately brusquely patted by Raga." Boss, really cruel" Danu said.
Zivanna just laughed a little, she was not surprised to see the husband who was so possessive.
"Congratulations Zie" Danu said sincerely. Inwardly pray for the happiness of the woman and Raga.
"Thank you, Sir. Hopefully quickly followed too," said Zivanna sincerely
"Aamiin, if you have a friend who is beautiful and single, you can know me" Danu joked.
"Ready, Sir".
"Hey, don't call him sir. He's our subordinate, honey," said Raga, occasionally greeting the brother who had said goodbye to go home,.
"It's okay, ma'am".
Raga only snorted in annoyance, inwardly saying, may the day quickly change with the night, he was already impatient to immediately have a full Zivanna. May their marriage last forever.
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Zivanna had just taken a shower, and changed into a nightgown, with the shoulder of a spaghetti strap, her long hair still half wet, because she flushed with the air shower earlier.
Zivanna's heart was pounding so hard, she was nervous, what to do on this bridal night.
"Hi, honey," said Raga, as she entered the room, dressed in casual clothes, shorts and a black polo shirt. Raga closed the door of their room, and walked over to Zivanna, who was frozen in front of the dressing glass.
"Bag.." Zivanna looked at her husband who was walking closer to her, through the reflection of the makeup glass.
"Having not been hungry?" asked Raga, hugging his wife's body from behind. Pecking those white cheeks warmly.
"Hungry mas, want to cook, in the refrigerator there are only eggs," said Zivanna spoiled, even though his heart was pounding very fast.
"Are we ordering?"
"By, Mas."
"What do you want to eat?" Raga walked up to the cell phone on the nightstand, next to their big bed.
"I want some fried rice" said Zivanna, she stood up and walked out of the room, and Raga followed her steps.
"Ok, fried rice, shall we wait and have a chat?" Raga pulls his wife's hand, invites her to sit on the sofa lounge. The two sat side by side, with Raga holding her hand tightly.
"I'm so happy, honey. Finally we have become husband and wife" said Raga, peeping at the back of Zivanna's hand.
"Yes, so am I. May our marriage last, until we age later, and have many children and grandchildren.." Zivanna covered her face in shame, when she said the words son and grandson.
"Aamiin, yes, dear."
There was a bell ringing, maybe their food order was coming. Raga stood up and opened the door, then the two started their dinner in a quiet atmosphere.
No chatter was heard, only the sound of spoons and forks clashing with plates, dominating their dinner atmosphere. Sometimes glancing at each other.
And they laugh at each other, when their views clash unintentionally. They are like teenagers who are in love for the first time.
The second dinner was finished, Zivanna immediately cleaned the dishes and dirty glasses, their former dinner, and immediately took them to the sink, to wash.
Raga audah first went into the room, for some reason, she was also much more quiet than usual, or maybe she was also feeling awkward and also confused, like herself?
*connect..
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