Regrets of Husband and In-Law
Being a Guest of the Husband's Wedding Invitation

Me and Mas Aripin made a deal at my salon, before long my old age rang indicating that a short message was coming in.

[Arsila, your salary is big, cook buy HP Android not buy? Where do you take it, money.] That's the message.

I just shook my head and smiled as if Aripin was in front of me.

"Make the husband not know himself" I reply with a giggle of my own.

"Udah ah, if dealing with women it's a complicated business to win alone. Now I'm picking you up okay," he said again.

"okay."

"Maknya pretty dump. Then look at the can with it, eyes." Mbak salon.

I just threw a sweet smile.

"Ah. You can do it."

Is it true that my face is getting pretty, hello? Where did I go yesterday? Just looked like I was beautiful calamitous blending like inces, my kekeh in heart.

Let alone people who will be amazed to see my own beauty I did not blink staring at me who reflected.

'Mata Mas Rangga blind time yes, replace me from gendis.'

I swirled in the mirror wearing a long dress dangling down without arms with a hemisphere in my legs up to the top of pa ha.

Ferpek.

Most excited to see my appearance, I did not realize Mas Aripin was looking at me with a happy smile.

"Eh, Mas Aripin, since when is it there?" I'm nervous.

"Then you turn around in the mirror."

Uh. So shy.

"Look, leaving late" he said, flanking my hand.

I just nodded with his orders. I was treated like Queen Mas Aripin opened the car door for me.

Uh. If Mas Aripin was Mas Rangga I would be happy, unfortunately he is not Mas Rangga.

"Look at it, I was handsome in my stomach" he was arrogant.

"No ah, no ordinary," I judge by choking my lips.

"Ihh, it's so gemsin, if only you've got a widow's title I've silenced your sexy lips," he cheeky with a smile full of charm.

'Ni people swear I'm a jendes, ' I'm so upset I swear that I want to release a loser like Mas Rangga. Emm, if I were a widow would I be like her? Or nyari who is more meow, ah why do I think sepicik that?

"Mas, when's the way?" I said to break the silence that occurred in the car there was a level 10 sultry tension beasti.

"Who is Princess Arsila?" He chuckles with respect to me.

Lebays.

Taking a decent trip, finally arrived, there I saw Bu Wiwik was already standby in the parking lot with traditional Javanese dress up. Mas Arifin parked his car and got out first and he circled his car to open the car door for me.

I just smiled sweetly at this man's behavior.

"Ehem." Ms. Wiwik cleared her throat loudly making the other invited guests look at me.

"Eh, Miss Wiwik, it's been a long time" I said.

"Udah. New Cemceman, okay also pinter you're Nduk, same this mother agrees, rather than him," appoint Bu Wiwik to the groom who is none other than Mas Rangga my own husband who is now coupled to be king a day with the woman he loves. Only a bland smile was etched on these lips.

There was jealousy, resentment and disappointment mixed in. Should I ruin her happy day? By going berserk destroying all of it? Or am I congratulating him? I could not feel my hands clenching tightly as cold sweat drenched my forehead. Ih, what a village, if I am berserk in this place is tantamount to humiliating myself. The answer should be beautiful and elegant.

"Don't forget Nduk, you're not here to destroy the party but to show off to your father Nduk. It's time to spread the charm," she said with a smile.

"okay."

Mas Aripin and I entered there was a subtle human being who was throwing a smile at the invited guests present.

"It feels like I want to crack Miss Darmi's mouth in my father-in-law" my judges.

Mas Arifin just smiled holding back a laugh at my nagging.

"Ar, why don't you be my wife don't talk like that?" Ledek.

"Geer, who wants to be your wife, like there's no other guy." Ketusku.

I can joke around in situations like this, I just shake my head.

Now it's my turn and Mas Aripin's turn to congratulate me.

"Awas forgot his card," Mas Arifin reminded me.

"This guy?" I answered while showing a medium-sized box.

"This?" Ask wonder.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Such a bully."

"Sttt, not much drama, let's say congratulations, kleyengan," I said.

"Kok, kleyengan?"

This is the boss, oon really, look okay, businessman yes, that time is too late, tired deh!

"Yes, I see I'm a pretty gini, right here no one is dressed like me, don't see everything is wearing kebaya," I pointed to the girl who wears kebaya.

"Oh" he said, rounding his mouth.

Just one more step I got in front nearby, I put a sweet smile as sweet as my bratawali bent this body. Ih. Like this actor of mine, my mind giggles soer see the face of Mas Rangga who stares at your beautiful face without a blink. When the handshake did not forget I played the index finger to his palm while winking my eyes.

Either he was surprised or fascinated. Mouth gaping and eyes bulging like a demon. Before removing his hand I whispered something in the ear of Mas Rangga.

"Congratulations Mas, this is a gift for you, may your marriage last until the divorce that separates you," I whispered to make himself tense at will.

Glared, tuh, the actor saw me who was mocking him, it was delicious.