The Choice of Mom
First Night

Late Marriage CHAPTER 18

By Sept

The wedding procession is almost to the core, the groom has come with the family entourage. Now, the moments of the union of two human beings in the eyes of society and also witnessed by the Angel will soon take place.

It feels like Lia's heart is not careless, stubborn because in a moment the tense seconds will pass.

While walking towards the table where it will be held akad, Lia had a glance at her handsome future husband, a mature male figure and finally came at the right time.

With her heart stirred, heart in disarray, Lia walked towards the place where Arman was already waiting there.

Lia was charged and held by Bu Damri and his uncle. Because his father had long since died, the one representing him was his uncle.

There was a sense of haru, where this should be a happy day, but Lia instead remembered her late father. If the father were alive, his father would be happy.

Lia tried to strengthen the heart, no need to dissolve in sadness. God has sent the figure of the man who will be his protector.

Meanwhile, Miss Damri's mind raged. Especially when driving Lia to the table where several people have been waiting for.

"Mother go there first" said the mother as Lia was sitting right next to Arman.

Bu Damri had a look at Arman, the two stared at each other at a glance, then Arman nodded, he lowered his gaze. Maybe also because of nervousness.

"Hows it? Could begin?" said pak penghulu.

Everybody nodded.

"Can, sir." Everything in unison.

Pengupulu took a breath, then extended his hand, and Arman immediately held the hand.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim ... I married you and I married you ananda Arman Syailendra bin Jaya Suherman with Lia Hapsari bint Hasan with gold of 50 grams, cash," said pak penghulu clear and firm.

"I accepted his marriage and the marriage of Lia Hapsari bint Hasan with his dowry, cash," said Arman with a very smooth tongue, although his heart beat very fast.

"How are the witnesses?" ask the witnesses.

"Well!"

"Well!"

The legitimate voice echoed, and the atmosphere instantly boisterous once.

Arman rubbed his face with relief. Finally, the woman who sat next to him was right.

Lia then kissed the back of her husband's hand, the husband who had just married her.

Arman's will returned with a kiss on Lia's forehead decorated with a very beautiful bridal decoration.

Arman had not had time to pay attention to Lia's beautiful face with focus, because nervous ahead of the agreement. After the event ended, then he can calm down and can think clearly again. She saw Lia who was very beautiful and graceful.

Sometimes Arman turned his head, saw his beautiful bidadari. It's like a ladyboy from heaven.

After one event, they then connect to another. After that, they also took pictures with relatives and families. Previously, Lia and Arman had already taken a picture of the dulua, while holding a marriage book. Finally, Lia got married too. Lia's eyes were slightly staring at the sky, perhaps hoping that her father would see.

Then turning to her mother, Lia smiled at her mother. Especially near the mother of many aunts who had been julid, asking when Lia married every Lebaran.

Oh, Lia's married. Got a handsome husband anyway. From a good family, from here Lia was convinced. That when it's time, the soul mate will come too.

Tired of greeting the guests, while everyone was eating, Lia sat down for a while.

I don't know who's hanging. How come there is a songstress with a sweet voice asking for an address.

The song is great, the guests are entertained. Looks like my father-in-law prepared. Understandably, although the village head, but the network is extensive. He said next year he wants the DPRD. Well, Lia's a former official. Though already busy also thinking about the business, the family business that exports imports.

Lia thought that the Suherman family was just the village chief, the more he came here. How they turned out to be great people. That's no Regent coming, not to mention businessmen from the city.

"Mas, is that our guest?"

"Not."

"Because?"

"Papa's introduction," replied Arman casually.

"Oh ..."

A moment later, soft music was heard. And the MCs immediately approached Lia and Arman.

"You wanna dance?" ask a fashionable female MC with modern batik.

Lia shook her head hard.

"Sir, MBK. I can't."

Arman smiled amusedly. The man then stood up, and extended his hand.

"Mas. Shame, Lia can't!" reject Lia.

"Follow me" said Arman confidently.

Lia looked at the people, until she finally tried. Shame is okay too. I can't dance normally. And finally, with a shahdu rhythm, Arman guided Lia to follow his instructions.

"Easy right?" whispered Arman then grabbed Lia's waist. Clearly Lia was panicking, this Arman was already clutching his waist in public.

"Mas, shame ... yuk already."

"It's only just begun, too" said Arman as he brought his face closer.

Lia immediately withdrew, ashamed of her mother. This is Arman on the face of the wall. Where seen by many.

"I swear, Lia is ashamed," whispered Lia again. Until finally, Arman invited Lia to sit again at the pelaminan.

***

Not felt, all processes from the beginning to the end of success without any constraints. And now they're heading to the bridal suite, in one of the luxury hotels in the middle of the city.

WO set everything up, Arman has no experience, so ask WO to arrange everything perfectly.

"Because ... Mas, how much is this kebon? The flowers are sown here all?" chirps Lia. Just opened the door to the bridal room, uh flower petals scattered like a flower market.

Arman was anxious, he immediately turned around and closed the door.

CLAMPS

Lia began to panic

'Wait ...'