Office Hour
Wedding Woy! (3)

The moment I entered the dressing room somehow the atmosphere instantly stirred. More splashy than when I was fitting clothes.

"OMJ! OMG! OMG! This one's a lot more handsome, Bo!!"

"Yes pardon eike so trembling!!"

"What the hell is this?! eike don't know how to horror bidadara!"

mbuh...

Type of soft bones again on the baffles...

But I was in an erratic mood. My mood's up and down.

Meilinda's in the dressing room next door, and in this dressing room there's more men, except Selena nyempil's watching me extra nagging like she's my mother-in-law.

Uh, anyway... I have a mother-in-law, right?

"Nih coffee! Extra ginseng let it stick around!" nagel Selena.

I watched him pacing back and forth while frowning.

"Male..."

"I'm not a nightpir!"

"Rong,"

"Not Nyi Blorong either!"

"Rank,"

"Whatuh? Rang-rang ants?!"

"Roro Jongrang,"

He looked to think, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, that could be it, too,"

"Pas is a stone." Add me.

"Do you want to get stuck, sir?!"

I grunt.

Everyone said I needed to sleep, but they seemed to forget that I was in Selena's care, let alone sleep, breathing to protest.

"Just to say, today you are beautiful." I said as I opened my sunglasses and lit my cigarette.

She's speechless.

Then I looked at me with a sigh and a waist-tackle.

"You're being teased?" he asked, trying to patiently face me.

I tapped my shoulder.

It's good that he knows my code.

A man with a black peci and batik clothes walked into the dressing room, I immediately stood up and shook his hand. He's the one who's getting me married, I met him a few times in administration.

"Later don't get me wrong call kabul looh," he said.

I'm silent.

"Sir Fuqoha.." I said. Then I whispered. "What's the reading?"

He glared at me.

"Where the hell is mas?! One of the 3x null and void loh sampeyan!"

I'm staring. I feel like my tongue's gone muddy and my heart's pounding.

"No cheat, sir?" i bid.

"Can! Bukan write! The Maas Maas! I can forget to remind you! I thought you knew for yourself!"

"I just got married this time, sir. How do I know!" grunting.

"Ah, time?!" Said Mr. Fuqoha.

He's kidding me?!

After she wrote the words 'I accept her marriage blah blah blah', I memorized it. Do not underestimate the ability to memorize me in a tight state, it is definitely a student style.

"Well, who's the witness now?" ask Mr. Fuqoha again.

I'm quiet again.

Then grin meaningfully.

"Mas... Not the intention of marriage?!" the Nagging of Mr. Fuqoha.

I threw my face away while sneering wryly.

"My witness..." Mr. Sebastian and Trevor walked into the room. "... And my son."

"Walah MasyaAllah, the family is all handsome well. I feel like I'm in the sky." Mr. Fuqoha looked at us all in turn. Everyone in the room was silent.

Does he know what kayak is?

Maybe know times, yeah.

Maybe he was a torpor.

Maybe, loh...

**

"Trev, Mr Hans, who will be at the reception?" I whispered while tugging Trevor's suit.

"My grandmother." replied Trevor.

"Lo's grandmother is alive?!"

"Tuh in the next room with aunt Meli he came from 5 am, he said. He was silent for a moment and Trevor looked at me. "Lo is actually the most famous person I've ever known. How dare you go ahead without a plan, you swear!" objurgation.

"Gue is an actor. The director bokap lu! If I'm important, legitimate!" hisisku.

The four of us sat face to face at the table in the middle of the room, waiting for the bride in the empty chair next to me.

Stuffy...

The audience is so crowded.

I sat down and tried to relax while Mr. Fuqoha and Mr. Sebastian chatted about the booming corruption case.

Then from a distance, three female figures entered the hotel hall.

Gee whiz...

Meilinda is so beautiful.

And my breath gets tight.

I need to cut back on smoking from now on...

If every day she looks as beautiful as that, of course I will often be stubborn.

Cigarettes are one of the triggers of heart disease.

Not connect?!

Let alone...

**

Slowly but surely the shadows of the past began to line up in my brain.

Especially when we looked at each other and he smiled at me from a distance.

I think my face is hot...

I loosened my collar, trying to catch a calming breath.

Then the shadow of the past reappears.

When we first met.

The tragedy at Villa Putri.

When I nailed him in the meeting room with Birkin's 700 million.

When I first kissed her in the hotel lobby.

When she sulked at me for the first time, she said: "i'm pretty?!"

Then we kissed the second time in the garage. Maybe then I started falling in love with her.

Then the first time we started exploring each other's bodies...

Then I remembered when we broke up.

I really cursed myself for being stupid back then.

Crying face Meilinda...

I swore I would never see such a look on his face again.

Meilinda should always smile when she's with me.

Smiling like this.

Don't cry don't cry don't cry!

Basic Dimas cemen...

**

"Hey.." said. His eyes look sparkling. Then he shrugged his shoulders. The white kebaya that was attached was very beautiful on her body.

"Where? Fits it?" tanyakanya.

I didn't answer. My tongue feels bad.

Words are not enough to describe how much I am interested.

I grabbed her hands and kissed her slowly.

I could hear the noise directly blaring around the hall. But I don't care.

The now I can really rest on him if he asks me to.

Then a word flashed through my mind. Back when I heard it I was immediately stunned because I thought it was a joke, unreal and naive.

But somehow the poem always came to my mind, by a famous world poet.

"Love opened my eyes with her beauty, and bought my soul with the warmth of her fingers."

I could hear Mr. Sebastian moaning at me from behind. I don't give a shit.

It's my wedding, I'm free to do whatever I like.

If I were to be told to say something, I don't care.

And a drop of tears came down from Meilinda's eyelids.

"That's so beautiful. Thank you.." he muttered while wiping his tears carefully.

Then I guided her towards the empty seat next to me.

**

A woman with an unusually beautiful face approached me.

His face was very similar to Meilinda's.

He whispered in Turkish to me.

"En sevdigim map there emanet ediyorum. Ama ondan series onu incitme. Onu bana geri ver." (I leave my favorite daughter to you. But if you get tired of him, don't hurt him. Just give her back to me.)

Damnit...

Very meaningful words.

Meilinda's mother turned to Mr. Hans and hugged him.

They got divorced about 40 years ago, he said. Their marriage was never approved by their extended family, as Mr. Hans was not of noble descent. When they divorced, Meilinda was only 4 years old. As the pressure intensified, for the safety of her children, Meilinda's mother withdrew and returned to Turkey.

Mr. Sebastian often went to Turkey, doing business with Farid Al Farouq, as well as visiting his mother. From an eye view, Mr. Hans and his ex-wife still love each other.

At Meilinda's first marriage, her mother did not come.

She said her husband is dead. So she could attend Meilinda's wedding.

But I feel, the love story of the gardener mamang and the noble daughter will still continue...

Then the woman next to Meilinda, Milady, grabbed me and kissed me on both cheeks, then hugged me.

"I'm so happy for you." Milady.

"Finally have an older sister." I replied.

But we didn't hug for long because Mr. Sebastian pulled her away from me.

Ceile, highly sensitive...

“Be aware that my son looks just like you! Transmission Boyo later!” scold me.

If his son looks like me, it's suspicious.

**