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Wedding Woy! (2)

Finally my mother planned to make all the Cake I made for the bride. I'm not a problem, anyway all I make for stress relief.

Right now, I can't see Meilinda yet when I really want to hug her.

And I didn't sleep all night.

At about 6, I just finished taking a shower, it was because my mother dragged me to the bathroom, not funny if in the bathroom I was just talking, so yes I took a shower...

Some people were waiting on my porch.

"Le..." Mas Bram is ready with his sparkling Dolce & Gabbanya suit and is perfectly fitting he wears.

His cohesiveness instantly increased by 1000%. I'm kind of a jiper because he's more charming than I am.

"Where's mom?" my many.

"Have been to TKP first, was picked up by Selena" he replied.

I was glued for a long time while watching him put on the bow tie.

Then began to fumble because suddenly said: "Want to play Assassin Creed Origin." I lamented.

He just sighed. He knew me again.

Mabok but not drinking.

"Old version of the game is ngebosenin. Now it's Apex legend time, Le..."

"Want to play a game you don't think about,"

I walked into my room to change clothes. It feels like the whole body is sore.

I followed me into my room.

"Mas, when is marriage?"

"Later in July. Why Le?"

"Your first feeling why did I marry first?"

He grins.

"I'll relax Le. You have to understand that Meilinda is after airing,"

"Pursuing it doesn't matter. But my shadow about the wedding reception is far from what it is now. Why does my marriage have to be this grand? I'm going to meet a lot of people" I complained.

"Yes you should have talked to Mr. Sebastian a long time ago. If it's too late now,"

"Why the hell should there be him again-he again," I complained again.

"Drag continues to work even not so-so, nih,"

"Pengen ran away to the dungeon only,"

"You're not Ezio (the character in Assassin's Creed Lineage in 2009), a junior emilio must be able to face all the problems, not even run to the castle that is only in the game. If it's dead, reset it again, not aesthetic,"

"Junior Emilio... I haven't even gone to Dad's grave yet." I chuckled wryly.

Mas Bram helped me put on a suit. A shipment from Mr. Sebastian for me, Prada's label.

Which I will not be able to buy using my monthly salary, of course.

"That's outside, on our porch, a real race," I muttered.

"Yes. Mr. Sebastian sent staff to escort us,"

"Huh," I snorted. "So we're going to the Central Building, then,"

"Morning Mr. RT get here for confirmation. If you know you'll be his son-in-law, Mr. Hans Bataragunadi, he immediately excited himself,"

"I'm excited because soon I don't live here anymore, so he's working on making the complex's security so light, '" I said.

"You're this... Have you slept yet?!" ask Mas Bram.

"Not yet, I guess,"

"Revelation.. do not forget the reading of Ijab kabul right?"

"What is Kabul?” My heart while styling my hair.

Mas Bram is shaking my forehead.

“Mabok genjer ni brat!” scolding while walking out. Then I searched through Ray**Ban KW's sunglasses for Bang Sa'ad I was still borrowing. Long ago it became the property of his kayak.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Well, yeah,

Want to wear Prada suit, cake, D&G, cake, Curtains my mother, cake, still look handsome mah fit any course.

Uh, cocky already!

Once a gapapa...

"Kuy mas, we're execution!" sahutku.

"You haven't slept yet,"

"I'll be booted later."

"His first night?"

"The title is night, it doesn't have to be day, right? And it doesn't have to be today, right?!"

"It's just a figure of speech, Le..."

I flicked my hands at him.

He looked at me suspiciously while following me to the car.

Perhaps in her shadow, Meilinda and I had done a lot, so 'first night' was no longer my priority. Where is there a guy who refuses the first night, try it?!

Yeah but if the guy is depressed again like I might, you know...

"God... There's Royco Roll Seven Shadows in front of the house! Ride it up we?!" seruku.

"Your crazy son brought a brand of broth,"

"That's it? The RollRoyce Phantom VII?!" seruku again. "And I'm just translating, Mom,"

I looked at me like I was a virus. "In the car you have to sleep, do not sleep I thumped until fainted. You are still remin!" reproofing.

I clucked to hear it.

Garnet Hotel Hall full of people. And in every corner there are people dressed in neat suits like bodyguards. Soldiers and police everywhere.

I also saw a wreath around the fence.

Then the parking lot is like a luxury car show.

This is Garnet Hotel at the Grammy Awards?! Don't-don't let me sleep in the car, Masku stray.

I got so bad out because our car was immediately surrounded by journalists.

Like I'm a KPK suspect official and they're asking for an explanation.

"Darling is not if I go out.." I grimaced in horror.

"Most tattered clothes. Hape's wallet is holding on tight."

"So in my pants aja time ya?"

"Don't start Le."

Why is it so haunted?!

Maybe he just realized that his sister is actually in danger...

Then out of nowhere, Mr. Arman and his crew came. I could see Tresna and Heksa were there too, carrying a bedil behind them.

“Please do not overdo it,” said Mr. Arman.

And the atmosphere was immediately silent.

That's like a demon passing by.

Ordinary, I'm a slanderer Mas Satan.

"Crazy.." murmured me and Mas Bram together.

While I was still amazed by the scene in front of me, Mas Bram pulled my chin, right-left-up-down he noticed.

"OKAY. You'll be fine." he said.

What is?!

Officer Valet's car came and stood waiting beside the car door. "Sana out... Don't freak. Acting like a normal person."

I wonder, in his view all this time I'm actually not normal huh?

"Mas, I'm going there" Masku whispered as he pointed to the right side of the hall.

"Where are you going?" I asked because he turned right.

"There's an important person I need to meet for business." he pointed to the right side of the Hall. Then her hand flicked me down the hallway and into the dressing room.

Business on my wedding day.

He's been kayaking for a long time...

"Hey, Boyo!!" call Mr. Sebastian at the end of the room.

I just wanted to talk too...

Crazy he calls me 'boyo' in front of all the guests.

And again why the building room where I want to meet, many celebrities like this?

And what lights are these flickering. Blitz lights everywhere...

Make glare!!

"Nih knowin, Defence Minister of Italy."

Uh, Buset!!

"Sir, I haven't been diras." My whisper.

"What do you need to do? It's more important for your network to be president."

"Lionel want to be accompanied sir?"

"He wants to be a commute later. You replace him."

I groaned in disagreement.

All these kinds of job transfers, I don't actually like.

Finally because he continued to force, I advanced the capital of the hanky and the language of Italian mediocre.

Because I do not want to look bego, I put a smile sweet mainstay I used to wear if you want to hypnotize humans, and say hello :

"Buongiorno."

At least if there is a wrong word, they do not ngeh.

"futuro cognato, lo sposo." (This is the future sister-in-law, the groom.) Mr. Sebastian introduced me.

My opponent looked at me.

Maybe I am hypnotized by my smile.

"Come stai...(how are you?)" my connection.

They stay quiet.

I'm not wrong to say.

That was Mr. Sebastian's snorting.

"Oh mio Dio's. Che bello.." hiss the Minister's wife.

Walahs...

It means more or less: OMG, handsome bet dah...

Mr. Sebastian's snort turned into a mock whisper, and he immediately moved up to me alone.

I decided to stay there, chat with the Italian Minister of Defense and his wife because...

I just need to talk to as many people as possible...

“Cos's rosso e si muove su e gi?” (What is red and moves up and down?) my many.

“La pallina rossa viene lanciata?” (Red ball thrown/collapsed)

“Un pomodoro in un assensor!” (Tomatoes in the elevator!) my answer.

“HAHAHAHAHA!!” we shouted together.

It wasn't until 10 minutes that we had joked. Italians are famous for humor. Let me just guess the important dime I can laugh.

“Un uomo dissse al dottore: "Dottore, ha prescritto dei sonniferi a mia suocera?"” (A man went to the doctor and asked, Doctor, can you prescribe sleeping pills for my Mother-in-law?) I asked back.

“Perche? Sua suocera soffre d'insonnia?” (The doctor replied, "Why? Does your mother-in-law have insomnia?")

My answer, “No, mia suocera la notte dorme benissimo. Sonnifero era per il giorno.”  (The man replied, "No, my mother-in-law sleeps well at night, her sleeping pills are for the day.")

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”

"Aaaahhhhahaha Bene!!" (it could be you!) exclaim Mr. Minister.

"ma vero!!" (but that's true, anyway!!) His wife wiped away the tears because she laughed so hard. Maybe he had a problem with his mother-in-law.

Wait... effective is not yes if I slip sleeping pills to nastar I continue to send to Mr Sebastian?

I looked at Mr. Sebastian across the street. He was seen attending a press conference with Milady.

Then from a distance I saw Mr. Arman pacing back and forth, I could see Tokalev tucked in the waist behind his suit.

And I cringed and shook my head.

No, I can't put sleeping pills on nastar. Must have been caught by Mr. Arman. The only way is to get Mr. Arman to work with me. Who knows if he's tired of Zeus.

And finally a lot of people who call us joking with each other with his flagship jokes, this time in English.

One of them was thrown by fat fathers who were said to work as professors at one of the ivy league universities in America.

The Professor: “Can you name three executive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?” (Note three days, but don't use the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday!)

We also Protest, “Maaaan, how come?!” the problem is that the jokes are heavy. Yes, he is a professor.

The answer is: Can I answer it with another language? (Can I answer in another language? Kan Monday in english)

“Nope!” said the Professor.

Mr. Arman passed us and said, “The answer, Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. Three days.” then she melengos gone. (Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow. That's 3 days, right?!)

“Brooooo!” seruku.

All the excitement because of the ticklish. “He’s right,” said the professor while sipping his coffee.

I once again threw useful jokes, “Oke, Guys. What is always in front of you but can't be seen?” (What's always in front of you, but you can't see?)

Everyone looked at me seriously.

Answer, “The Future.” (The future).

“Aaaaw, Dimaaas,” all seemed touched. “Happy Wedding, Brooo,” hiss all while hugging me.

Warm embrace of random people.

It can calm my heart.

But because of the jokes, I can tell who's coming on this show. Mr. Sebastian's invitation wasn't a joke.

Then a jewel landed in my ear.

"Good God, Mr. Dimas!! It was just looking for parking here! You marry me in 10 minutes where the ball is self-contained at all, how the hell!!" Selena appeared while pulling my ears and dragged me into the dressing room.

Ih, when it was cool again...