Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
116: Becoming a Pecun-dang

No one is not confused. Not only Akala, but also Aidan and Arimbi who throw the bridal bouquet.

“Nih, make you!” sergah Akala who still spoke softly. He gave it to Love, but Love did not accept it and instead deliberately ended his gaze on her.

Instead, Chole the jolly girl who took her bouquet from Akala. “Sini, Mas. I'll give it to Brother Cinta!” He smiled brightly at Akala who was immediately smiling. Only, Chole was also sure Akala's smile this time was just a pretend smile.

“Another month, your sister is married, right?” akala asked softly to Chole who was indeed a barrier to her togetherness and Love.

Chole, who did not wear the hijab, slipped her hair behind her right ear. She glanced at Cinta who this time looked charming with pink nude, including the rectangular hijab that covered her brother's head.

“Kak Love, .. or even me well, who married?” lirih Chole was confused and ended up staring at Akala.

Akala also became no less confused after hearing what Chole said.

“Promise, Mas will continue to love Kak Cinta until the end!” chole continued, this time demanding Akala to give him certainty.

“What do you mean?” lirih Akala looked very seriously at Chole. But he could confirm, even though they were in the crowd, their chat was completely secret. Only he and Chole knew.

“Zam, overtaken by you, Zam!” said Pak Angga deliberately teasing Azzam who immediately looks clumsy. Azzam looked surprised, in disbelief, and also a striking expression that the young man was not willing if he was overtaken by Akala.

However, after staring at Sundari who immediately smiled amusedly at him, Azzam immediately returned a smile. “Nothing, Dad! Her marriage origins are the same as her son Septi's mother, safely restrained until jannaaah!” sure and not only make Pak Angga who is his interlocutor laugh. Because those who understand the relationship of Azzam and Sundari, let alone the mother of Septi and Sepri, immediately laughed.

“I want dong back, make the Widow!” said Mr. Haji Ojan who returned empty-handed because the bouquet that was originally ready to be caught even shot far away.

“Let's love it, Chole. Suket, you know suket, don't you? Suket it grass liaar!” bawel Azzam's.

Chole who had just found out that suket is another language of weeds, just staggering to look at Azzam who came to him. Azzam who was originally at the end of the row facing the long table of their togetherness, came up to him, leaving Sundari who became busy withholding laughter.

“Mas Azzam, bridal bouquet yes no suket yes. Thought the bouquet took in people's gardens, so hurried for fear of being discovered, until the same suket of frogs land in the pot alone, transported like a mas Ojan?” Sundari.

Hearing that, Azzam immediately turned his head, looking back at the body as a snag lover. “So in the kanda bolong pot that Ojan brought, there's a frog? Hahahaha!”

Azzam's crisp laughter was immediately contagious, including that to Akala and Cinta who from the beginning had been busy keeping their distance. More funny, Azzam with the heart of just giving a small leaf flake of lily as his bridal bouquet to Pak Haji Ojan.

“The problem is that she is not a widow. She's still somebody's wife. You have even fallen a living toad, yes already, it is more than enough!” sure Azzam who then invited everyone to disperse considering the event there was already finished. But once again, they greet mas Aidan and Arimbi who look very happy.

While carrying the sovenir in a rather large pink nude carton, Azzam and other bridal friends who were still part of a large family, gradually released the guests from the reception place to the front entrance.

“Ta ..?” sergah Akala is heavy, trying to approach Love.

Love who is still sitting in a VIP seat near the pelaminan, immediately confused because Chole suddenly said goodbye. Chole escapes and clearly accidentally gives Love and Akala time just the two of them.

“You want to get married too, Chole?” said Mr. Kalandra while staring warmly Chole who joined approaching the togetherness of parents. There was Mr. Maheza and Aleya's mother as well. All of them were equipped both brides, compactly standing up as they would also be going home.

“You are, Om. Who is married until marriage again!” reply Chole is still cheerful.

Mr. Kalandra who is still smiling brightly, reflexes rubbing the squash Chole. “Indeed the candidate already exists? How not to be invited?”

Dito*dong candidate, Chole was instantly confused. “I want to help Mas Aidan same Ma'am Arimbi boyong gift to the car,” sergeant Chole still holding his bridal bouquet.

“Eh, this is original? How's the bridal bouquet in me keep? Is that right, I will replace Sis Cinta married to om Helios? How the story goes, just look at Helios's face, I'm so scared!” in his heart, Chole was cackling herself. But when he accidentally saw the togetherness of Cinta and Akala ... then secretly watched the mas Aidan who continued to hold gently next to Arimbi's hand, clear details escaped from both corners of his eyes.

“Quite I have to lose the man I have loved and admired because all this time I only loved him in silence. Seeing her happy with her choice also makes me feel happy. But I believe, the happiness that I feel will be much more perfect if I am the lucky woman. Yes, I would definitely be much happier if I were to be Aidan's wife. Lucky, ... you are really lucky to be a responsible and loving male wife like mas Aidan, Ms. Arimbi. So, do not get, sister Cinta also feel what I feel now just because sister Cinta must take off Akala,” Inner Chole, immediately nervous not only because greeted by mas Aidan.

“Means the bridal bouquet is yours, well, Dek?” said mas Aidan.

Chole who did not want to constantly gymnastics heart even lost sanity just because close to the mas Aidan, chose to run away. He met Divani who immediately gave him a fierce look. The view that also makes Chole's step becomes slower.

“In the end, not you, but the unexpected woman who became the most important part of the life of mas Aidan. It's okay, you call me pe*law, even though my reason is because you are forcing. Now look, who's crying?” Chole stared triumphantly at Divani as she tightened her arms against the bridal bouquet on her chest.

“I'm sincere. I am happy, especially my papah said, Madam Arimbi is a very good woman, very similar to the mother of mas Aidan. Because in reality, the soul mate is indeed a reflection of themselves. I-yah, .. I believe that. Where maybe the patient mas Aidan is almost perfect, mate with young ladies do not know the rules like you. In fact, you are better suited to brother Cikho the problem culprit!” This time Chole who still spoke softly, glanced at the cynical Divani who until he broke through.

Divani remained silent, sighed deeply, then acted, as if everything was fine. He had time to keep an eye on the togetherness of mas Aidan which is really sweet. But he did not intend to give them both congratulations because it only made the wounds that had not dried deep in his heart, again gaping. In addition, he also does not intend to be pecunda*ng like Chole who even with his boddoh help there.