Sister To Young Master
107. SUTM Season 2 - First Night

Aunt Inggit was very unexpected, the arrival of old friend Ernest has been almost 2 years invisible, tonight was present at Ernest's wedding.

Five out of seven friends like Frans, Marcel, Kiano, Gerald, Sandi so enjoy the party. Sandi and wife come together, as well as Gerald and his lover.

The wedding event held so very luxurious is well organized. The concept of the Wedding Organizer itself runs smoothly according to Jovi's wishes.

Starting from the romantic dance between Jovi and Ernest, throwing flowers is also the most epic moment which is contested by every invited guest.

"Wwuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...."

The roar of cheers was so happy. Moreover, Anggi cousin Ernest who got the bucket.

"Duringaaaatttt, to Anggi, hopefully quickly followed to the guarantee after graduating from Oxford University, wuuuuuuuu, amaziing," said the host.

Jovi was so happy with the wedding party that went well. In his mind completely forgot the name Fictor, Nalen and the past of Ernest.

Tonight Jovi is the winner. Tonight Jovi is the queen. Her smile became more and more beautiful, the party crystal lights highlighted the every move of Ernest and Jovi.

Meghan wears a black dress. She looks like she just entered the party and is looking for Frans. A sense of raging, heartache, not willing to gather into one.

Frans who saw Meghan, swiftly approached.

"Meghan, where did you come from?."

"Frans, I was from my previous show," he said a little dazed.

Frans smelled a strange smell from Meghan.

"Heh Meg, you drunk? don't-don't you run out of the club huh?? Meghan, anjrriitt lo nambukin job."

"What the hell is Frans? I'm not drunk, I came to Ernest's wedding, Ernest's wedding with Jopret, the fake nurse, right? well, I can still talk normally."

"Meghan, mending me anterin lo go home, I don't want you to make trouble here." Frans.

"No, I don't want to. I'll keep doing this until it's done." he snapped.

Before long, Marcel with Kiano came up with his style of slenge'an. Black jass with ribbon in the collar no less make Marcel look charismatic.

"Yourself, Meghan come..!! have you brought a bandage with the wound medicine yet?" asked Marcel.

"Make what??" Kiano laughed.

"Make cover up the wounds of him who collapsed in here" pointed Marcel to the chest.

"Hahahaha, can ae lo."

"Eh men, men, stop don't go fishing like that." Frans distanced Marcel and Kiano.

"Meghan, lo awaited Ernest tuh there. datengin dong cook you afraid."

"Brow's already brow, Marcel's stop first Cel," Frans rebuked.

"Why the lo? I'm sure Meghan will be relaxed only times, you're the one who is over-expressing know not?," Marcel actually seems to attract problems.

"Udah brow, actually also the one that Frans said, the girl's wound in the soul is not shown to be real," Kiano broke up.

Busy with each other, Meghan has climbed onto the podium where all guests queue to donate songs for the wedding of Jovi and Ernest.

"My injuries today, must be paid for vengeance at the stake of life," he grumbled as he threw away the bodies of the guests.

"He mbak, queue dong, if you want to sing."

"Yes, I don't know the rules."

"Sir, no hell?."

The guests protested against each other. The influence of alcohol has left Meghan out of control. Microphone was forcibly fouled by Meghan on a large podium.

"Next, we present from the next guest, with whose brother is this? it was so beautiful that the dress was black. The origin of his heart is white huh hehehe." joked MC.

"My name is Meghan."

"Ow, with Meghan's sister. What two words would you like to say to our bride and groom today, Ernest and Jovi?."

"Aaaaaa..," Meghan held back her tears.

Jovi glanced towards the place where the music player, there really is Meghan. Upset, uninvited but Meghan still coming.

The safe position of the guests was only greeted with a smile by Jovi. At the moment, he is only focused on seeing Meghan surrounded by music players.

"For the man I once loved up there, although now I'm not the winner but we used to be together. Not just a matter of days, the hours of minutes are always the same as we pass. Right now, if your happiness is Jovi, if I'm not who you want me to be, just message me happy until later, but I will still love as sincerely as possible" Meghan tear up.

Instantly the atmosphere of the wedding party seemed silent only friends deserted.The sound of dishes and spoons of guests enjoying the dish instantly came to a halt.

Jovi looked down. He can't escape from something like this. Ernest held Jovi's hand tightly.

Suddenly the look in Ernest's eyes told the WO team to clean up the event to keep his wife's feelings.

"Oooooo.. maybe what is meant by Meghan's brother is father Toni Wijaya, yes.. because Mr. Toni also duren yes term hahaha."

"hahahaha there's just," the atmosphere melts.

"Cool widower, cool widower," all cheered.

"The MC's funny yeah," said a guest.

"No papa Meghan's sister, can't her son get his father," a guest teased.

"Originally you know all this here, Jovi's a pen,"

"Meghan, come on," Frans pulled Meghan down.

"Jovi was Ernest Wijaya's life companion who was very suitable. Let's listen to a donation of songs from Occa with Queen's song Love of My Life"

The connection from the MC was quite a relief to Jovi's heart. It felt like his heartbeat was almost gone and in control.

Doctor Nalen who attended the invitation, just listen below to see the attitude of Meghan who began to be affected by alcohol.

"It's not just you Meghan is hurting today. Maybe even today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow my happiness will no longer come. How can I be happy if the one who makes me happy is already with others." said Doctor Nalen in the heart.

THE FIRST NIGHT AFTER THE RECEPTION.

The reception went well, even though there was a little pebble, luckily it did not make a stumbling block.

Out of the reception venue, Jovi and Ernest continue their stay at the hotel. Family and relatives returned home.

Today was a very tiring day for Jovi and Ernest. The series of events that are carried out is quite energy-consuming.

Mama, papa Jovi said goodbye to come home first because Aqila was asleep. Mr. Toni with Aunt Inggit, Ernest also followed the farewell.

"Ernest papa go home first.."

"Tante Tinggit also went home first yes Jovi, Ernest, congratulations yes dear both, aunt join you guys are married," he said while hugging Jovi.

"Ernest, don't forget, make a little hero" whispered Mr. Toni.

"Ready reward." Ernest smiled.

"What's the reward?" asked Jovi.

"Ouh, no papa, just a little toy that makes the house crowded."

"What?" Jovi nudged Ernest.

"Beby.." as Ernest laughed.

" aunty knows, there's a beby coming," continued auntinggit.

Ernest frowned, and so did Mr. Toni.

The laughter of the two suddenly disappeared, especially Jovi who was increasingly clueless.

"Tante, baby baby, not some other baby."

"Yeah, hahahaha, Jovi will say papa huh.. less what? if it's less powerful, you buy a duck egg for Ernest.,"

Jovi blushed in embarrassment.

"If it's not strong anymore, a duck will be papa bawain, so you calm down."

Ernest laughing.

Had wanted to ask again about what was said by Aunt Inggit, just that Ernest did not want Jovi sad. It was impossible too, for a beby to come to Ernest's wedding.

Then aunt and father Ernest came home.

Jovi and Ernest then enter the hotel room.

The aroma of perfume is very fragrant, with a rose in the form of love on the bed. The white sheets that symbolized the sanctity of their love, further made Ernest want to conquer tonight.

Ernest immediately hugged Jovi from behind.

"Hmmmpp," Jovi almost snapped.

"Sadvanced.."

"Hmmm.." muttered Jovi.

"Bring the bastard?,"

Jovi turned his body to face Ernest, shaking his head.

"A hotel kimono" he said.

"As for you, I am tempted."

Jovi smiled until his eyes closed.

Ernest kissed Jovi's forehead.

down to the nose.

down to the cheek.

down to the chin.

Then kiss Jovi

The beautiful woman lowered both her hands towards the chest of Ernest's field. The feeling is not out of whack. Even though Ernest has never kissed but this time it feels different.

His blood flow was not twice, but three times faster. Jovi felt the touch was soft with a soft touch of Ernest's fingers, it really felt like he was drunk dear.