Sugar Daddy Savings
Sah!

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The sunlight infiltrated through the window, disturbing my sleep. All night I woke up unable to fall asleep thinking of the two men who disturbed my peace of heart and soul. Scroll the clock on the wall at seven in the morning. As I recall, at three in the morning this eye has not been closed, at what time exactly this brown bead is stuck.

I rubbed my eyes, stretched my muscles and went to the bathroom. When out of the room, the house that had been quiet suddenly became crowded. Yeah, my wedding's gonna be in two days. Some neighbors and relatives asked my mother to come to help.

Bu Yuni instantly slapped a punch on my shoulder. He's shaking his waist looking at me. “Heh, you stay with me. He said he wanted to buy, uh run away. Fortunately, there was Abimana who paid for it. Otherwise, where is my money!” he said it by showing the comedian who said so.

“Hehe, sorry Mom. Last night there was an unexpected incident.”

“Nih, your phone.”

“Still, Bu.”

My sense of smell is disturbed by the smell of spices that are so pungent. Suddenly I was nauseous and immediately ran to the bathroom with my mouth shut. The typical sound of people vomiting was so loud it sounded, several times I made that sound.

When I came out of the bathroom, all eyes were on me looking suspiciously. Yes, their suspicions that have been reinforced by my attitude earlier. Now obviously, they call me pregnant out of wedlock. Mom and Bu Yuni looked at each other.

I'll be back in the room soon. Swabbing the stomach that still does not show itself that the middle is two-bodied. Only the breasts start to swell up a little. I peeked at the tent that had been installed in front of the house.

Beautiful, if this wasn't a marriage that Om Yip paid for, I would be very happy. Also, if I get married because I want to, there will be no regrets in life. Rama is such a good man, why should he come down with me.

I let out a rough breath. The MUA we rented came to decorate the guarantee. The mother who takes care of everything is assisted by Bu Yuni. The wedding fee was given to Om Yip when I got back from the hospital. Rama, he also gave us money in exchange for milk money, so the term here.

Not much, we don't ask. In fact, the money Om Yip gave us was more than enough. One hundred million, a total that I'll use for the purposes of the party. Thirty million mothers gave it to me, but I refused. Let him keep it.

Rama gave him about ten million dollars. For this matter, he did not ask or compromise with me. He said his mother gave as a form of appreciation. Bu Yuni was seen approaching MUA which we often call the bride midwife.

After that, the bride midwife named Mbak Sri came to the room. He said before decorating the room he would rejuvenate my body. With the body scrub he took out of his bag he asked me to lie down.

Gentle massage while dressing this body with a special scrub fragrant mangir. Simply relax the body and mind, Mbak Sri's fingers so spoil me. I also went back to sleep, for some reason lately I am often sleepy and lazy.

Tomorrow, Rama will make a promise to live with me. My heart is not calm. Strange thoughts fill the head like guilt, fear and regret. All are stacked into one within this self.

Abimana, the name actually filled my heart. Yet, somehow explain all this. I wrote a message in the green app.

“Bi, I prefer to get rid of feelings rather than reveal everything at the wrong time. What I feel now is a gift from God. I don't know if I'm dating him or not, let me keep this love that shouldn't be seen. I'm sorry.”

The afternoon sunshine blends nicely with a little cloud. A clear thread dripped from my pupils, as I saw Abimana coming walking towards me sitting down. I suddenly got up, sweeping the water that had wet my cheeks.

“Abimana?”

“Mana Rama?”

I didn't answer just that my mind was raging alone. His arrival was like lightning in broad daylight and invited everyone who was there to ask. Our gazes stiffened, only dissolving in each other's minds.

“Eh, Abimana. The party is still tomorrow, I've come,” saya Bu Yuni who seems to try to melt the atmosphere. Abiman turned his gaze towards Bu Yuni and changed the look on his face that looked filled with anger earlier.

“I want to talk to Rama, Bu.”

“Loh, Rama is not here. The two of them ‘kan again dipingit, can not meet first. Find me, why? Which is not sought. Haha.”

“Then I excuse you, Bu.” Still in the police uniform he left everyone who looked at the three of us. He was not affected by people's opinions, his stern face showed nothing to fear.

“I received marriage Shinta Anggraini bint Dedi Sumarno with gold ten grams paid in cash.”

“How's witness? Valid?”

“Sah!”

“Alhamdulillah.”

Rama's voice spoke so loudly ijab qabul. One breath and grasping tightly the hand of the ruler, I was rightfully his wife. The hue of both mothers' faces looked so radiant, in a white kebaya dress with a headdress, I sat to his left.

Kissing his hands is bad. He kissed my forehead in shame and just a glance. The haru, the sad, the sorry all mixed into one. A photo session was taken to commemorate this moment. After finishing taking pictures, we changed clothes to continue the ‘nemokkan’ event in Javanese custom. We are separated and will be reunited later after the two brides meet by carrying twins mayang also betel for the bride to throw each other.

A series of events carried out by manten, sungkeman and fresh flour was done considering my parents who were Javanese. How sad I am to have no father. Everyone cries while doing the fresh flour. It's like a reminder of the sins we've been making all along.

The traditional procession of Java has been completed, now customary batak. Rama's mother bled batak, only mangulosi (give ulos) and dance batak to get tupak. That's about what I've heard. The fifth finger dance moves to the rhythm, then tucked money there while following the music. However, it is not a series of customs from the beginning he said, just following the conditions. Yes, Rama's father is the same as us, bloody Javanese.

I am two-bodied too easily tired. Not infrequently my head suddenly dizzy and needs rest. Rama asked me many times about my situation. By Magrib, a series of customary events had been completed. Some of Rama's relatives have already left the event.

Now is the time for our friends who came to celebrate a moment that should be happy for both of us. Although this body is too tired, but I force myself to spread a smile to the invited guests.