That boy is my wife!
Hold it, Dong!

A few days later, after my relationship with Jiya came back close. Momi suggested that we do a wedding reception immediately.

He also gave advice and volunteered to take care of all the necessary things. So, I'm with Jiya, I'm only with her legs.

Mamah Vivi also had the same response as Momi. In fact, my in-laws have rented out the reception place along with the place for the second honeymoon, so as to quickly pet the grandchildren.

Which is too late, making me and Jiya can only look at each other, when we were invited to a discussion in the guest room like this.

"Jeng Vivi, how about their reception indoor Korean drama style. In addition to sweet definitely uwu really, just squirm Jiya way on the red carpet while holding flowers towards Ferdi who was waiting on the altar. Abaghfirullah!" momi suddenly shrieked while covering her own mouth.

"It could not have been that the altar was not for us. Sorry well, Momi khilaf is so fond of her." Momi explained as she was grinned wide, when she saw all of us.

"How about a simple reception, Jeng? Do you want a small party event near the beach, the city of Bali?" mamah Vivi's suggestion which was immediately greeted with a cry of agreement by Jiya.

"Ih, if Bali Jiya mah directly agrees. Yeah, right Om?" he asked, with his head slightly shaken, right in front of my face.

And to be honest, it really made me lose my concentration, for a few minutes. Jiya herself is well memorized by this change in my facial expression. Looks like a satisfied smile. Then kiss this lip suddenly in front of Momi and Mamah Vivi who are clearly still here.

"Ji!" shouted nervously.

I saw Jiya smiling more and more staring at my startled reaction which might seem so funny in her eyes.

"Hold dong, be friendly. Inget, here we are still busy discussing events for you," said Momi, without distracting her from the design of my wedding invitation and Jiya.

Yes, in addition to holding a simple reception. Momi and Mamah Vivi also made wedding invitations as well. Even the two of them designed our reception invitations independently.

That smile!

"Yes, Mom also wants to go home. So hold it up first well," said Mamah Vivi, glancing at my face and Jiya in turn.

In this case, I feel bad. Moreover, I am the only male among the three of them. Honestly, this situation is enough to make me feel tense and anxious. Although I know, that they're all the people closest to me.

"Haha ... Understand, Jeng. Because it's better to be the owner of a mulu stamp like an envelope stamp. Oh, what am I, really not?" momi's guess, made a tinge of red hue suddenly appear on the surface of my face.

Seeing my timid reaction, making a laugh at Momi, came back out just like that.

"Hm, yes, yes. Which Momi talked about just now really," I deliberately gave in because I did not want to make trouble again with Momi.

"You hear that, Ji?" I saw, Momi gave a quick glance at me, who then turned to look at Jiya, who was sitting not far from me.

"Although kayak gini and insensitive. Ferdi was originally very shy if told to express his feelings. So, do not be bored well to take care of Momi's child, in the future."