The Secret Wedding's
S E P U L U H
The phone in Oma Rosa's bag shook. The owner immediately took the item.
[Prospective Ghosts: sorry Oma, I had a sudden call from my boss. So I went straight away, I'm sorry I didn't know Oma first, because it was about to say the same Oma, uh Oma already went first.]
A message from someone with a sad emot at the end of the message. Oma Rosa threw out a riled breath. Failed to follow his plan this time to bring Azzar together with the person.
[Oma Rosa: Well, if your business is done come to Dimas' house. Wait for me there!]
Azzar saw his Oma busy with a mobile phone then cleared his senses.
"Oma's up!" Azzar said he took one of Mitha's pastries. I don't know what magic Mitha gives, so whatever food she cooks can always spoil the tongue.
"Enak, where's the cake? Oma will buy it." One seed, two seeds, three seeds. Oma Rosa continued to eat the cookies made by Mitha, she felt a different sensation. His tongue had never tasted such a delicious cake.
"Sorry Oma, that cake Mitha made for herself. Oma saw that she was wearing an apron." Answer Azzar.
"Where could a boy like him make a cake this delicious. Mostan also buy continues to make his own. Girls these days are so, Pinter's lying!" Tukas Oma Rosa in high tones. He felt dislike when Azzar defended and even praised Mitha.
"If Oma doesn't believe me, go with Oma at the cake shop. There can't be, if there's any, it's gonna be different." Mitha said suddenly coming out of the room.
"Oma don't believe it!"
"Please if Oma doesn't believe me, I don't need that." Mitha sat down beside Azzar. Azzar saw the flames of war from the eyes of Oma Rosa, he did not know what to do now.
"Look! Is this how his parents taught him? Dare to fight the old man! There's no manners! I can't appreciate anyone else!" Oma Rosa stood up while pointing towards Mitha, while the girl just kept quiet with a slanted smile.
"Don't bring my parents Oma! They taught me to appreciate people who can appreciate us. Why do we appreciate others if that person alone does not appreciate us" Mitha crossed her legs then took her homemade cake and ate it.
"How dare you!" Shouted Oma Rosa loudly with her right hand floating in the air about to slap Mitha.
But Azzar swiftly broke both of them. The hands of Oma Rosa. Oma Rosa swerved knowing her hand was blocked by her own grandson.
"Oma, please respect Father's choice and Azzar. If Oma doesn't like it, please don't make a fuss!" Azzar said softly fearing to offend his Oma.
"Oh!" Oma Rosa took a heavy breath and turned her face away.
"Okay, Oma just go home to your parents! Come to dinner together. But don't take that snot boy!" Said Oma Rosa while pointing at Mitha.
"I don't have a cold Oma, snot mace too." Reply Mitha relaxed. The chief of Azzar saw the dispute of two women before him. One likes to memncing emotions with his rancid speech and the other is easily carried away by the atmosphere and emotions.
Oma Rosa just leaned towards Mitha, as if threatening her. Mitha responded with a triumphant smile.
No, she could not be as patient as the Indosiar woman. Who can only be silent and succumb when insulted or hurt.
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"Mitha please get my clothes ready!" Azzar shouted from inside the bathroom.
"Yes!" Not wanting to lose, Mitha also replied by shouting no less loudly.
He opened the closet, his gaze sweeping across the entire wardrobe. Then focused with a white turtle neck and black jeans.
After preparing her husband's clothes, she prepared to dress up with natural makeup.
This time he wore a brocade dress under the knee with long white sleeves. Same with Azzar's clothes.
Ceklek, the bathroom door is open. Azzar came out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Om a habit! If you take a shower, bring a change of cake pants, or just wear a kimono towel!" Mitha turned her back on Azzar. He didn't want to see that sight. Afraid his eyes would get stained.
"Why? Wanna see everything?" Azzar began to tease Mitha, you can be sure when the girl's face is red like a tomato.
"Friday! Wash your brain once so you don't notice!"
"Belvin. Same with my own wife."
While waiting for Azzar who was preparing to be ready, Mitha put the cookies she made this afternoon into a jar. This time he will bring some jars of cake as by his father-in-law.
"Let's go!" Azzar said walking towards the door, his hands busy wearing a black watch.
Mitha followed Azzar's steps from behind. Every now and then the girl breathed heavily, nervous about meeting the Azzar family.
At the end of this cold attitude Azzar began to melt. It seems like the seed of love has grown in his heart, but often he tepis because he is afraid of disappointment for the second time.
Mitha hugged the paper bag filled with cookies. His view beside the window. The streets were a bit slow to make Mitha able to enjoy the beauty of the city this time.
After nearly thirty minutes of travel, the Azzar's car entered a high gate. The gate opened automatically when Azzar's car stopped in front of him.
Although the car had already entered the gate, they had not yet reached the residence. They still had to pass through the artificial pine forest.
After passing through the pine forest, a luxurious house with a fountain in the middle of the front yard of the house. Yes, this is the mansion that belonged to his father-in-law Azzar's parents. It is very luxurious like a royal palace. Three times he visited Dewi and Dimas, but still emanated admiration of this mansion.
The main door opened wide, Azzar holding Mitha's hand and walking into the mansion. The two of them walked towards the living room, looking very crowded with sounds of laughter.
"My boy... How are you, dear? Healthy right? How's your household? Does Azzar often make you angry? If so, just say let Mommy pinch her waist." The goddess walked over to Mitha and hugged the girl tightly. The goddess treated Mitha not like a daughter-in-law, but like a child of her own.
Hearing his mother's words, Azzar clucked. Is this really Azzar's son or Mitha's? Why does he feel dumped like this?
"Thank you Bun. Oh yes, this is Mitha brought by by. Mitha herself did it." Mitha handed over the paper bag she had brought to the Goddess.
"Well, you're bothered." Dewi received a paper bag given by her beloved daughter-in-law.
"Ecchem.." Oma Rosa cleared her throat to resuscitate the meeting of the kangen in-laws and daughter-in-law.
"Ehh Oma's. This is Mitha also bringing for Oma." Mitha also thrust the paper bag to Oma Rosa.
"Yes!" One sinister-pitched word came out from the old woman's wrinkled lips.
"Honey, help Mother behind yuk. Bring food for dinner."
Mitha nodded in response. Then the two women walked together.
Dewi and Mitha were busy serving various food menus at the dining table, accompanied by a maid named Bi Asih.
"What was Azzar's attitude after marrying Mit?" The goddess started the conversation.
"Yes, that's what Bun is like. Sometimes he looks more like a lable teenager. The nature of that loh can replace the chameleon kayak. Sometimes cry for mercy, sometimes it comes to be sweet. Mitha gabisa nebak attitude Mas Azzar." Ceros Mitha's.
Hearing the curses of the son-in-law, Dewi laughed widely. In Mitha's story, he could conclude that his son had saved the taste to his wife.
"Then how do you feel? Are you in love with the polar bear?" Tanya Goddess seduces Mitha. Chubby girl's cheeks meet red.
"Let's know, Mitha is also gatau love it feels like what. But for sure, Mitha will always try to be a good wife for Mas Azzar. Like Mama is like Mama." Mitha commented a smile at the end of her sentence.
The goddess stroked the head of the daughter-in-law, she felt proud of the girl. After all the food was served, the Goddess told Mitha to call everyone. While she will call her husband who has just arrived at this time is cleaning in the room.
"Ahaha.it's funny. Do you remember when Azzar climbed a neighbor's mango tree and fell down and entered the cave? That's because the one with the mango tree threatened to throw sandals at Azzar."
The voice of a girl was telling me about her childhood with Azzar. Her voice was very foreign to Mitha's. He sped up his steps to see who the foreign girl was.
Mitha's eyes were perfectly rounded, she smothered her own mouth at this sight. Where a girl in sexy clothes is sitting spoiled in her husband's arms. His eyes were hot, water welling up in those beautiful eyes.
But with all his might he held back so as not to spill.
"Ekhem, sorry to interrupt. The food is ready." Mitha said coldly, making everyone who was gathered turn their eyes towards her.
"M-Mitha?"
Seriate....