The Crown
Arzhan and Fateeh

The wedding that he said was simple turned out to be very boisterous. Prik and splashy families will not waste the opportunity. Party with everything that goes with it. Such as: food, beautiful spots, and makeup that are also beautiful. All are used to pose ria.

I'm sure their cell phone gallery will be full of selfie photos of my parents' wedding.

I don't even have a cell phone at all. Ironic as gaksiii

"Say ceeess!"

Suddenly someone brought my face closer to mine. I don't know why but I reflexively follow his orders. We took pictures with a cheerful expression.

It sucks!

"Disturb me."

"Lu is no longer doing anything. I'm bothering you what?"

"Mager I'm distracted, woii!"

He just smiled and glanced at me at a glance, then returned to the phone screen.

"Eh, what's my name?" my many.

"Arzhanist. Lu?"

"Look at the family card" I said. I soon passed leaving him who looked annoyed.

I am good at working!

I began to feel tired, saturated it began to control myself and I could not bear it anymore. Choose to go to the room rather than see the scenery that I think is not, deh!

Busying yourself with your own world. See the seven bachelors who have been accompanying in every like and sorrow. For some reason, seeing them happiness was never far away.

No matter what people say. For me they give positive energy, and positive thoughts. All this time, they were the ones who kept me going. How their journey to reach the top is self-motivated to live life.

We are different religions, my brother often said that I only have to admire local people who like, many beautiful Indonesian artists as well. In my opinion, admiring it is permissible to anyone, after all I do not believe in his religion, nor imitate their lifestyle. As long as it's positive, from anyone we take.

Some girls started to sound giggling while chatting. The longer the clearer the sound. And ....

Chequek!

My bedroom door is open. They entered the group while talking about something. If I may guess, it must be about a man.

"Iksi, what's the dekem bae in the room? that's beyond a lot of tau cogan!"

Nah, right! Bener guess.

"There's a Min Yoon, isn't there?"

"That again. Hey, Si. No man is exactly the same in this world including your Yoon."

"That means I won't be interested."

"Lo hasn't seen it yet, Si. Try, deh, get out. He's sitting next to Lo's orchid."

Lala, Reni, Marsha, and Leli kept urging me to see their version of the handsome men. As handsome as what, anyway?

Uh, how curious?

My footsteps stopped when I saw someone sitting on my mini park bench. I was silent for a moment. Not because it justifies that he is handsome, yes, even though he is handsome. I admit it.

"What's right here?" I finally stepped closer to him. He stared flatly, then looked back at the orchids and other flowers.

"It's tamanku. No one can sit here but family."

"This is the first day we become a family."

"Yes but .. but still, we're not officially a family."

"Do we also have to do the Qabul ijab in order to become a family?"

What the ....

"Must be married to be a family?"

"Same question. Just a different sentence."

He just passed me by. The strange thing was that even though this garden was mini but it was quite spacious for both of us. He didn't have to walk until my nose almost touched his chest.

Why should the road be sloping? why not try it straight?

For a moment I was amazed at the scent of his body which ...

Allahu Akbar, very fragrant.

At the same time, my other half-sodara flashed. With a cell phone in his hand.

What's in that phone? does he keep a picture of a sexy woman?

"Gazhan!" I screamed, until the scented man looked over. He was surprised to hear my loud voice.

Now I'm through it. The money back I can breathe.

Ahhh, that's refreshing.

"God!" I patted Arzhan's shoulder. Only then did he look. "Look at what, anyway? called until I don't see it."

"Call?"

I nodded my head with slightly widened eyes.

Arzhan was confused. His hand scratched the head that did not seem to itch.

"He's Fateeh. I'm Arzhan."

The voice was familiar to my ears, but I was so shocked to hear it. Not because of his voice, but because of his words.

So, my stepbrother is judging me, is that it? Jeez .... Arzhan! uh, no.

"Fateeeeh ...."

My loud voice managed to make Fateeh flirt.