Office Hour
Wedding Woy!! (1)

I drove Mitha, Trevor and Mas Bram to the International Airport. It's time to check in. They will travel long distances to Moscow before proceeding to Yakutsk. The cold there can be minus 11 degrees in summer. I don't know what season it is.

"As promised, the flash has been handed over, now I leave the children at Meli's house." Mitha.

I'm nodding.

I was happy when Meli immediately welcomed the children of Mitha, earlier. He likes children.

It makes me think more and more ahead.

Maybe I can make one or two... But it's up to Meilinda anyway, her age is advanced and that's her body. Whatever he wants his body to do. She wants to get pregnant, okay, she refuses, well I'm okay too. Being pregnant at the age of Meilinda has a very big risk.

"When have you met?" Trevor asked, more sounding as a grunt.

"Just yesterday, huh? But it's like my own sister Dimas" Mitha ruffled my hair.

"You want to be a career woman. The service is far away. How's kids?"

"Let's take it there, dong! There is also a state of prularism, and I hear there are many good schools there. I'd like to take a look at the apartment today,"

"I'll be with you later, I've been going back and forth there a lot." Trevor.

Bram and I stared at each other.

"Be careful Mit... Trevor just broke up with his Japanese chick! He is again in time to find his identity. Moreover, you are technically already a widow" my siss.

"The belly is legal in the eyes of the law. List of religious courts, haha!"

The US card I mentioned yesterday is this. Mr. Arman is working on everything.

I expressed this idea while I was with Mitha on the Palyground. What she was willing to bring Raka to the cafeteria for spying on her husband.

I felt sorry for him then.

So I took this idea. The identity of Gunawan's wives has been pocketed, then what else should I do? When I stay silent?

The problem is, in order for all to subside, the mothers who will soon become widows will have to have their own income dong.

Well there I stuck, that's why Mr. Arman I empowered.

When Mr. Arman met Mitha, it turned out they were quickly familiar.

With Mr. Sebatian's permission, I tracked down the phone numbers of Gunawan's other wives. Not difficult it turns out because it turns out they have long felt there was a feeling wrong, once provoked using friendly photos Gunawan and Mitha they were immediately willing to meet us even though it was midnight.

Until there I actually did not follow. This is a story from Mitha. He said, the two other Gunawan wives came to the cafe almost together, they were almost fighting when they met. But eventually it was broken by... Mr. Arman and his charms, finally they're willing to talk to each other.

Usually if women are upset at the edges of crying.

Then Mr. Sebastian offered them a job to continue to support their children without the support of Gunawan. They need to be independent women. Directly a bona fide position, looking at the background of the three of them was actually quite prestigious because they were from a respected family group as well. Who would have thought that Mitha was an Illinois graduate?! And overnight Mr. Arman took the documents to Russia for himself. He will join Trevor and Bram to see the location of his new job. Karen Alatar behind him is a member of the GSA, it turns out that the management of documents to Russia is facilitated.

I'm getting confused about GSA what company exactly?

Does our country have its own Secret Service?

To explore extraordinary things beyond reason?

Maybe one day I'll ask Mr. Arman, Tuyul it's Alien or Jin? Maybe he knows the answer.

"But religiously you have been ingrained already iddah dong time now," I said. "You bird don't run there!" my drive to Trevor. I felt a spark of love between him and Mitha. A glance but enough to make sultry.

"Campret, you talk to me ato to yourself!" trevor.

"Later I'll watch out." Masku checked his passport. "In due course the check-in limit, we also have to take care of immigration documents."

He held his hand at me, I kissed his hand.

"Titip mom." he sizzled.

**

Two weeks later,

Today is my wedding day.

At 00:05 I was dumbstruck in front of the oven.

Waiting for my banana sponge to mature.

It is quite cool to see the dough slowly expand.

Or I don't have a better job.

At 8:00 I had to say Ijab kabul.

Obviously my brain responds to busyness, and my body supports it because my heart from this morning does not stop beating fast.

Do I have a disease?

Why is my adrenaline racing like this?!

My marriage was planned to be done as practicably as possible. And I really don't bother at all.

There is no midodareni night or traditional ritual that I have to go through. Even the session has been arranged with the Event Organizer.

Maybe because it's Meilinda's second marriage so 'he said' isn't as fancy as the first marriage.

The second marriage, but when looking at the budget issued... Really makes me dizzy!

Who says 'not fancy'?!

I didn't even drop a penny for this show. Only the ring I bought, and the set of prayer tools that my mother had prepared, the legacy of my father when he married her first.

All has been prepared, my reaction should not be suddenly upset until reckless to roast a sponge in the middle of the night.

Then the oven clinks.

Indicates that the set time I set in the oven is finished.

The smell of a sponge that just came out of the oven calmed me down.

Then I put the sweet lump of flour together with the other 7 balls I had finished baking on the table.

There are 8 cakes I made tonight.

There is chocolate hazelnut, there is a favorite copyor cake of Mr. Hans, there is red velvet use cheese cream, there is a favorite cherry blossom cake Meilinda extra sparkling edible pearl, there is a favorite black forest of Masku, there is a favorite black forest, there's a tsunami cake that's happy, there's a japanese chesecake, and now my favorite, a banana sponge.

Where do I have the power to make it?!

And who am I making it for?!

Uh, did I sleep earlier?

Then while putting a large piece of banana sponge into my mouth, I came back dumb. For about 15 minutes I devoured almost half a baking sheet.

Why the hell, I don't feel like doing anything. I don't feel anything either.

Just wanted to eat something sweet.

Then my phone rings.

Hours 00.30.

And I clucked because I saw the name of the contact who called me