Nackal Duda
Bastian's Wedding Reception

A week later...

I'll take Tari to the cafe today. There are already workers there who I paid to redecorate the cafe as desired by Tari.

I brought a lot of stuff that we spent. Help arrange it in the cafe before the cafe opens.

Tari has opened a vacancy for cafe employees. I interviewed and he was in charge of testing the abilities of the employees who escaped my seleksi.

I deliberately kept Tari busy with the cafe so as not to continue to be sad because thinking about Mama Irna who had made her dream of having a family but disappeared without news.

I could've called Mama Irna. But for what? It was as if Tari was begging for news of her family who had abandoned her. Huhhhhh...

Dance is happy living with me. I won't let him be sad anymore. I did make him sad a lot, but there are others who will add to his sadness to make me not accept.

"Om, don't daydream! Let's help!" said Tari woke me from my daydream.

"Yes!" my answer. I helped her decorate the cafe. I actually made this cafe without planning. Dance hasn't passed the course yet but I've been desperate to make it a business.

I'm just sure, Dance has the ability. This cafe will be a success in the end.

I put a small mattress in the room at the back of the cafe. I deliberately put it so that if Tari is tired can rest for a while.

We spent a few days decorating the cafe. Although using the services of interior design still me and Dance intervened. The cafe that became his ideals must be in accordance with what he wanted. Not just good.

I told Tari about my decision to accept Tara to work for my company. Dance said it was okay and gave me complete trust.

This is what I love about dance. He set me free as long as I could keep the trust he gave me.

"You happy?" ask me after all the employees who decorate have gone home. The cafe is much cooler than before. There are flickering lights make the atmosphere look more alive and will certainly attract the attention of many visitors.

"That's happy. Om is very good. For the sake of the ideals of Dance, Om to spend a lot of money!" he said with sparkling eyes.

"Money can be sought. Making others happy is not necessarily. Especially making you happy. That's what I want."

Dance rested her head on my arm. "Thank you a lot, Om. Married to Om is the greatest happiness and grace that Tari has."

"Just like me, marrying you is something I should be grateful for. I have no regrets at all about my decision. You have brought a lot of good changes in my life. I can't imagine, if not with you maybe my life is still dabbling in a sinful life." I said as I stroked her fine hair.

We stared at the flickering lights on the top floor of the cafe. It is like two people supporting each other.

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Dance wearing the kebaya I bought before marriage. The sexy kebaya that was originally for our wedding he finally used to attend Bastian's wedding.

Embossed a sense of unwillingness when seeing the cleavage* Dance looks so tempting anyone who sees it. Want how else, indeed the sexy body shape of Dance makes it look even sexier.

"We don't have to do it all the time! How are we gonna ask you again?" godaku's. Dance so pretty tonight. Although he looks a bit thin but does not reduce his natural beauty. Minimalist makeup that he uses today makes his beauty more radiant.

"Om yeah! This is Om's best friend's wedding! The time has not come? Just ask later! I can still do it sometime!" reject it.

I was washing my lips. "Well now! Can't stand you being this pretty!" I said sulk spoiled.

"Easy! Let's go on bad luck!" Dance held my arm.

We also went to the Bastian reception held at one of the five-star hotels. Naturally, Bastian did come from a wealthy family. His non-conceited nature and frequent defending of me brought our friendship even closer.

Dance took my arm and looked around the ballroom room that was transformed into the most magnificent wedding party he had ever attended. I feel bad. Our wedding was a kabul only, without any friends and parties like this.

I glanced towards Dance. There was no sadness on his face, but he was so stunned. Waiting innocently for his heart, there was no envy like everyone else.

I held back the laughter of hearing it. "The price is certain!" my reply.

Then he whispered something again. "Dear the money! You can buy a house from a fancy party for just one day."

"Udah don't think! Let's congratulate Bastian!"

Me and Tari were waiting in line to congratulate the bride and groom. Bastian looks dashing with a silver suit that is the same color as his partner's wedding dress.

"Congrats, Bro!" I said while hugging Bastian.

"Thank you, Gas! I hope I can get along with you guys!"

I smile. Dance congratulated me too.

"What do you want to eat?" ask me after we've reached the bridal throne.

"What yes? Eat dimsum aja, Om."

"Wait here, let me get it!" I took two servings of dimsum and joined this not so crowded queue.

While waiting in line I watched Dance. There were some guys who asked him to talk but he didn't respond. Surely its beauty makes other beetles want to enjoy it.

"You've got a lot of flirting, Gas!" said Riko who came to me to greet me.

"Yoy! I pay attention again. If anyone wants to take me away, I'll be sleeding!" I said.

"Possessive really. But I admit it is bini lo tuh beautiful. Lo kayak find diamonds that have not been rubbed. It looks more beautiful when you know her." commented Riko.

"Yes that's it. The more I admire it the more. Her personality, her intelligence, her beauty and all the other advantages that she has but no other woman has." I'm proud to say.

"Believe me. You already have a bini so it must be guarded. If I am in your position, I repent. My life is getting real! There are rarely women like bini lo!" risk Advice.

Riko's words were very true. I also agree with his words. "Yes. That's why my life is more real now."

"Eh Gas, it's not Damar who deletin bini lo?" riko asked as I took out two servings of dimsum. "Sok familiar really bini lo!"

I can't keep quiet if Damar's the one who took it. I approached Tari and cleared my throat to tell her whereabouts.

"Ehem!" I managed to distract the two of them until I looked towards me. "I'm sorry, old darling. Queue." I gave the dimsum I brought to Dance one.

"Thank you, Om."

I stared at Damar cynically. "Invited to Bastian's show? Kirain Bastian knows you!" sindirku.

Damar smiled lazily. "It's not Bastian. Bastian's wife is still my cousin."

"Honey, we move yuk! I'm a little hot in here!" take me.

Dance saw me and Damar took turns. "Mas Damar if you want to talk to me about Agas, by the way!"

Damar wants to talk to me? What else does he want to talk about? I don't want to talk if there's no dance near me.

"Gas, I want to talk to you!" Damar.

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