MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
172. Ribet
“After marriage, you will work or what, Ra?”
“I am working. That's also if it's allowed to be the same Mr. Zaki. What do you want after this?”
“Gue wants to go home, Ra!” answer Rere.
“Gyah, we split, dong.”
“Gue returns home after marriage, so I can come to the lo.” party
Cyra embraces the moved Rere.
“If I want to go to college again,” says Bianca.
“Gue working in company bokap.”
“Gue also want to start working.”
Cyra looked at the faces of her friends one by one. The five friends looked back at him.
“If I'm married, you guys still want me, right?” ask Cyra.
“Iya, dong, Ra. We will definitely inget same lo.”
“Although we can not believe anymore because there will certainly be busy each, but we must keep communication. Don't forget. I promise I will definitely come to your wedding party later.”
Bianca approached Cyra, sat down by Cyra's side and embraced him. “Iya, Ra. We promise we will always keep communication. As if we had a meeting like gini, at least we spare time to be able to meet and share stories.”
The other three friends came closer and hugged each other.
“That friendship doesn't have to break up just because of marriage, right? I hope we'll keep it as it is now.”
The six girls looked at each other and laughed feeling the sudden situation become moving.
They spent nearly two hours together, joking and sharing stories. After that Bianca drove Cyra home.
***
A series of cars have been parked, ranging from the front of Zaki's house to the entire road. None other than cars belonging to relatives of the Surya and Alya families. They will take Zaki to Cyra's house to attend a traditional event that is usually done a week before the wedding.
Zaki stepped out of the house along with his parents. He was wearing traditional Javanese clothes, just like the clothes worn by his father who is of Javanese descent. Blankon in the head.
“Zaki, don't squeeze the way. Not very patient,” ledek Alya made Zaki wrong and slowed his footsteps.
Everyone escorted Zaki and his parents to Cyra's house, walking in a long line.
With bright faces sparkling with happiness, they all walked hand in hand to enter the house after being greeted by homeowners who also wear traditional Javanese clothing.
Everything sat in a circle filled the spacious room, facing each other under the banning chandelier.
Cyra wasn't in the room, she was in the room. According to custom, the prospective groom has not been allowed to meet the prospective bride. And the purpose of the groom's arrival is for the nyantri.
Zaki begins to feel uneasy as he has to begin his role following a procession called the nyantri.
Geez, why is there such a custom? Why is it so complicated? More complicated than taking care of women's feelings. Zaki was nervous as he had to advance, stepping foot in a squatting position. Every step, the knee should be stuck to the floor. The movement certainly made it difficult even though he had tried it repeatedly at home before the event. His knees even had stumbled until his body staggered forward, fortunately only staggered a few degrees and not to the rivet. The incident invited laughter throughout the room, making Zaki's face increasingly heated up.
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