MR. LECTURER, I LOVE YOU
38

An hour passed ...

Clara was already upstairs in her room staring down the increasingly crowded street with car traffic coming out into the yard of her house.

"What the hell is it?" clara whispered in her heart.

His feelings are getting chaotic. Tomorrow it's only a few hours. Ah yes, why did I forget. Tomorrow is my engagement with .... Hemmm ... Why should Pranoto. If you can choose, Clara wants the same Mr. Rey. I think Clara's life would be colored if she was with Mr. Rey.

Clara sat down on the bed. Slowly he rubbed his stomach.

"When you're really pregnant, how are you?" clara asked in her heart.

His daydreams instantly crumbled as Clara heard a loud knock on her bedroom door.

"Get in!!" clara said in a loud voice from inside the room.

Two women entered Clara's room and closed the door tightly.

"With Clara?" asked a middle-aged woman who was carrying one large bag and one small bag. Looks like a fairy.

"Rubber. What's up, huh?" clara was confused.

"Here Clara sits here. My time is only half an hour," said the middle-aged woman slowly.

Clara according. Clara herself forgot that the show was tomorrow not tonight. But Clara was completely unconscious.

Clara is already in makeup and looks really pretty.

"Goddess ... Real pretty? Is this really Clara?" ask Clara slowly.

"Yes. You are already very beautiful, so no need to make excessive makeup," said the fairy slowly.

Clara just smiled and was still amazed to see her own face in front of the mirror.

"Claras. You can close both eyes using this. There's a surprise for you tonight" said the perias slowly.

"What surprise? Tell dong?" great-grandson Clara was curious.

"Secret," answered the fairy, then closed Clara's eyes with a black blindfold.

With a quick motion, the fairy immediately opened the big bag and changed Clara's clothes with the clothes that should be and appropriate for the event tonight.

The atmosphere of the night was getting night even more and more guests came. Only a few close relatives and yetanhga around. Not many.

The decorations for tonight's event aren't very fancy but quite impressive

At exactly eight o'clock that show was about to start. The event is indeed closed actually, just another condition makes this event a little inviting guests nearby.

"Bun, why are you wearing this shirt?" rey was confused.

"Hush still. You just follow, what Mother said," said Mother Silva firmly.

"Kayak wants to get married. Is Rey allowed to propose to Clara?" ask Rey curiously.

"Can. This is for ring tukers later," said Mother Silva gave a box of red belidri. A very nice pair of couple rings.

Mother Silvi and Rey had already exited the pavilion towards Clara's main house. Some invited guests from relatives and neighbors of the house have been present to fill the guest seat on the front.

"Bune ... How, Rey even deg-degan like this anyway? I just want a proposal, right?" said Rey slowly.

"Yes. That's a sign you're nervous. It's only natural. His name also wants to be dapetin girls, must be nervous, nervous and worried, anxious so," said Mother Silva slowly.

"Arghh Mother ... Anxious, tingly wet," said Rey slowly.

"Hustt ... Lecturer kok perverted. By the way it's guarded. It is appropriate to say that his father Clara you are an abal-abal lecturer," said Mother Silva ketus.

"Geez Mother, let her nervousness disappear. It's a prefix or if people say, preamble to smooth the impression," said Rey slowly.

"There's just a reason. Confused Mother. You are the same your father is the same!! Silly and joking a lot," said Mother Silva exasperated.

"Do not ask too many questions. You sit there. In front of the ruler, near his father Clara. Hurry there," said Mother Silva chuckled at the look on Rey's face which immediately turned nervous.

Deg ...

Rey's heart seemed to want to escape from his body when he saw the reality in front.

Between believing and not trusting but having to believe because everything is ready.

"Mother? This what?" tanya Rey is tense and stiff. See the kabul ijab table, complete with pengulu and kyai and the biological parents of the girl to be married.

"Don't this want you? Marry Clara?" said Mother Silva flat.

"What's? The marriage? Rey just doesn't know the long name of Clara and her bin who? Why the hell?" said Rey with a heart that continues to pound unclear.

"Udah diem's. Breathe in and you walk there and sit still there," said Mother Silva slightly snapped.

Mother Silva began to get upset and anxious herself at Rey. The body alone is big, stocky, gallant and strong. See the kabul ijab table feel like circumcision again even meleyot not careless.

"Bun .. This is already a breath, gakndi told exhale. Ntar Rey died hold your breath?" rey said as she lifted her face like she was afraid of laziness - her breath was stuck and the ballal fell from her nostrils.

Bugh!!

"Paste forward. Keep joking. Tjnggal just blow it away, kok bothered," said Mother Silva increasingly anxious.

Rey's footsteps were slow. If Bileh says that her legs are now dark and very tight. Perhaps his feet could sense Rey's current uneasiness.

Rey just sat on the chair and fixed the lychee she wore because she felt the black peci was less symmetrical in her head.

"Who are you?" ask the ruler to Rey who suddenly sat without a stale ado and greeted some of the parents who were there.

Rey stared fixedly at the head, then pointed at herself.

"I'm his groom" Rey said with passion and confidence.

"Ohh ... You're Pranoto Wicaksono, right?" asked the ruler was staring fixedly at Rey who was surprised not playing.

"Tog Pranoto. I'm Rey. Reynand Dasiva" Rey said.

The ruler retreated his body and whispered to the kyai next to him and showed the file in his hand.

The hitchhiker immediately approached Rey back and asked back.

"Whose bride? Ekhemm means whose bride's name?" ask the guy curious.

He was afraid of carrying the wrong file. Because the name of the bride is not the same.

"Clara," Rey replied firmly and steadily.

"Clara is a lot. Is there a Clara Novena? Clara Widianto's? Clara Rahayu?" ask the ruler while scratching his non-itchy head.

"I don't know. For a moment I asked his Father first," said Rey innocently.

"You're a real groom, aren't you? Ask whose bride? Don't know. How strange. What marriage do you want to marry?" piss off that penghulu.

"Yes to marry dong sir. But this is memdadak. I just haven't prepared anything yet" Rey said, upset as well.

"Here the groom named Pranoto Wicaksono and his bride named Clara Widianto" said the pengulu read the file in his hand with a firm voice.

"Certainly? You think I'm a fraud? Lied bride?" rey was upset.

"It's not so, sir. But I read according to the file. Maybe I took the wrong file," said the pengulu slowly relented.

The two eyes looked at each other. Rey's upset. The ruler was also upset.

"Change the groom's name. So Rey ... What's your name?"