Testamentary Wedding
Can't dodge

"I'm home, Om." Already the umpteenth time the girl refused to be invited to attend the wedding of Rizal's brother. However, Rizal and Fitri did not give up. They staunchly seduced Anggi to come along.

"Come, Honey. Just for a second." Fitri meekly continued to persuade his nephew.

Anggi is throbbing as they continue to force him to come along. "But I don't know his brothers Om Rizal. Later I even rich son lost there," he refused once again.

"This once, Nggi. You want it, son?" Rizal who had chosen not to talk much, now raised his voice.

Anggi's defense collapsed. The girl was getting tired of looking for excuses. It's nothing, he's nobody in the family. The next moment, he finally gave up. "Yes, I'm with you."

Rizal and Fitri then immediately reviewed the smile of sumringah. Their efforts in persuading the girl finally succeeded as well.

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"Ouch! It's beautiful." One of the women approached Anggi. When viewed from his face, it seemed like the age of the woman was above Anggi.

Anggi was embarrassed. Both of his cheeks were already like boiled crabs now. "Thank you" he said as graciously as possible. That girl can always keep her grace.

"Let's go in!"

They finally went hand in hand followed by Fitri and Rizal behind him. However, Fitri and Rizal eventually split from them. Install the eyes of Anggi can not be separated from the wedding building decoration that is very arguably this luxury. That building will be used as a place of agreement. With shades of roses with the dominance of pink, the decoration is very stunning. Why can it fit so well? Roses are one of the favorite flowers of Anggi. The building is still very quiet because it is still at dawn. Rizal and Fitri deliberately invite Anggi to come early because he wants the girl to mingle with other family members.

The woman turned out to bring Anggi to a small room, like a wardrobe room. Anggi looked at it from the outside before finally coming in with the woman. Inside there is a jumbo-sized dressing table and there are a lot of makeup equipment and jewelry there.

"Kok I was brought here, Ma'am?" ask Anggi confused.

The woman looked over and smiled warmly at Anggi. "We haven't met, have we? My name is Afisa. I'm the bridegroom's real brother. You may call me Ica," Ica said as she extended her right hand to shake Anggi's hand.

The girl immediately greeted Ica's hand department and commented on her wide smile. "Fig," he replied.

Then, Ica immediately pulled Anggi's wrist and ran a little towards the dressing table. Put the girl in the front seat of the dresser. Anggi who do not know anything can only dumb and obey.

"Which do you think is good?" Ica asked while showing some crowns and earrings in her hands.

Anggi examines the details of each part of these objects. It feels hard to choose. Everything is equally beautiful. The girl nodded slowly. "It's hard, Ma'am. I can't choose. Good all," he said honestly.

Ica chuckled a little at the expression of the girl who looked so innocent and innocent. "You like roses, don't you? If only this one. There is a rose motif," said Ica while keeping a tiny crown with silver color and rose motif into a box.

Anggi who heard the sentence became even more confused and wondering. Why the choice and the answer? The one who got married, wasn't Anggi. Strange, he murmured in his heart.

"You wait here first, yeah. I'll take care of the others first."

"But, Ma'am."

"Not long." Anggi nodded slowly and after, Ica completely disappeared from the door of the wardrobe. Leaving Anggi alone with his thousand confusions.

"Beautiful Young Miss."

The voice managed to disperse the daydream of Anggi who was busy looking at his reflection in the big mirror. Not only did one person come, there were several others who followed behind in the same uniform. Uniforms that reflect that they are domestic assistants there.

"Previously, let's introduce you to Young Master's housekeeping assistant, Non. I'm Ijah myself and they will also help me to decorate the bride," said Ijah introduced himself politely.

"Call Anggi, Ma'am. Don't wear Non," Anggi replied humbly.

Ijah and the other assistant smiled. "MasyaAllah once Anggi's mother. It's beautiful, humble anyway," said Ijah honestly who was greeted by a sweet smile review by Anggi.

Not wanting to waste time, Ijah and the others immediately moved to prepare everything. After that, Ijah who was in charge of makeup the bride approached Anggi who was still sitting faithfully in front of the dressing table. Not to forget, the woman also carried a wedding dress in her hands.

"Come, Non. Please change clothes first before I make up," said Ijah then handed the pink dress in his hand to Anggi. The same dress was chosen by Anggi for the bride the other day.

The girl cengo in place while looking at the dress. Both of his eyebrows were adrift in confusion. "Well, this is a wedding dress. I'm not the bride, Ma'am. No need to wear the same dress. Gini alone is enough," said Anggi while grimacing staring at Ijah.

"Ah, Sister Anggi this why shy all cats? Come on, there's not much time. Just wear. I was just mandated to have Mbak Anggi wear that dress."

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"Done."

"Gee, my niece is beautiful." Fitri who just came quickly meghiri Anggi who just finished the self. The makeup smeared by Ijah and other assistants looks natural, but still stunning for anyone who sees it. Her wavy hair is shaped in such a way as to be cute and funny shape, typical with the shape of the hair of women who are getting married.

"Kok I'm rich in gini anyway, Tan? This is excessive," Anggi fighting on Fitri which was greeted by laughter throughout the wardrobe room.

"Udah, don't talk much. Here, Auntie used to use Aunt's cell phone camera." Fitri immediately took out the square-shaped flat object from his long skirt pocket and photographed his nephew. Several times he was seen taking the right angle.

"Loh, Anggi, how does it frown? Smile dong, dear," said Fitri who actually increasingly make Anggi bend the face upset. After finishing with the photo show, Fitri immediately asked the girl to leave the room called the wardrobe.

"Where are you going, Tan?" he asked with a frown that adorned his face.

"Following his groom. Prepare yourself, dear. Nervous, but no need to overdo it."

Anggi increasingly made not understand everything. "What's the matter, Tan? Kan, it's not me getting married," she said filled with a tone of astonishment.

"Prepare to meet your future husband, Prana."

"Prospective husband? Prana?" his screeches. The girl was surprised not to play. Whatisthis? What does it all mean? Anggi doesn't understand. Why him and Prana? And a thousand other questions suddenly lodged in his head. His heart was pounding and he could not synchronize everything, too complicated. Anggi feels very cheated here.

"Sorry, Honey. Auntie and the others purposely did not tell you before. Please don't refuse, it's for the good of everyone."

"But, Tan. Whatisthis? I didn't know anything all this time. I feel lied to and cheated. Why should I? And all of a sudden? I'm still in High School, Tan! I am still a student. What about my school and the others? I'm not ready, Tan." The tone of disappointment as well as the emphasis in each sentence when speaking sounded so obvious. Fitri looked at her niece's nano, not having the heart to see Anggi in such shock.

Fitri took a long breath. "You don't have to think about that first, honey. Everything will be fine" he said trying to calm the girl down.

"But why should it be betrothed like this, Tan? What about Prana? He would also disagree with this match." His heart seemed to melt. He still could not digest perfectly about everything that happened.

"Later you'll know why, son. As for Prana, she doesn't mind at all."

"No objection? How could? I still have a long way to go, Tan. I want success, school. I'm so young for this wedding." Anggi still tried to refuse. Sure enough, what about his future if things become like this?

Fitri rubbed his nephew's back and said, "Have it, don't worry. You can still go to school and pursue your goals. We can all cover everything up. No need to worry, my dear. Remember, you live alone in a city this big. You definitely need someone who can always take care of you 24 hours. Aunt Om Rizal can not keep you constantly. We have to get back to Malaysia soon because there's still a lot of work to do there."

"Tante Fitri's. I'm a big boy, Tan. I can take care of myself. No need to marry everything."

"Tante knows, but Auntie can't do anything either. Please don't refuse this time, will you? Don't make aunt om you disappointed," pinta Fitri increasingly make Anggi cornered.

Both legs of the girl felt weak and no longer strong support her own body. The last sentence that came from the woman's mouth completely poked and pierced the recesses of her heart. Don't be disappointed he said? What about Anggi's own fate? Very selfish. However, again Anggi is a submissive child. Moreover, Fitri and Rizal had considered his own parents during the departure of his father. Dad, Anggi needs Dad right now, he murmured inwardly.

"Please, honey." Highlights of Fitri's eyes make Anggi become increasingly helpless. Eye rolls slowly flow and wet both cheeks Anggi. His feet were shaking at this moment.

The girl exhaled a long heavy breath while wiping away her tears. "Okay, Anggi accept."

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