The Secret Wedding's
S E B I L A N
"ahaha cemen very lu Nad, watch so it was already shot. Ahaha" Irene laughed looking at Nadya's pale face.
Yeah, the three of them just finished watching a horror movie. Nadya is a coward, but she is also curious about the trending film.
"Gue is not afraid of demons. Backsound is just a ngaggetin." Nadya is looking for an excuse. In addition to being shocked by the backsound he was also shocked to see demons that suddenly appeared.
"Ngeles aja lo." Imbuh Mitha with a scornful tone.
After exiting the cinema, the three of them stood there.
"Where else are you going?" Mitha asked, her head turned to the right and to the left.
"Eat it yuk, laper nih." When it comes to food, Nadya is the champion. Irene and Mitha followed Nadya, not knowing where she was going.
"This is a mood booster." Without waiting any longer, the three of them entered the Korean restaurant. Indeed, the food that smells of Korean is a mood booster, especially the super spicy.
The three of them sorted out the milah of the menu book while several times pointing at the food picture.
After waiting for a few minutes, finally a waiter came to bring their order. The eyes of the three of them sparkled to see the rows of food on the table.
Never eat expensive food. The three of them have one thing in common, spicy food lovers.
"That's not Kak Bintang huh?" Nadya pointed to a guy who had just entered the restaurant with a girl.
"Sister Star!" Irene called out to the guy in a loud enough voice that made some visitors turn their heads towards them.
"Shame Ren!" Mitha nudged Irene's arm.
The star felt his name was called out immediately to circulate his gaze to find someone who called him. Irene and Nadya waved their hands. He walked closer to the three girls.
While the girl who was with him was immediately stomping the foot sign of annoyance, but he also followed the footsteps of the Star.
"Hi Ren, Hi Nad, Hi Mith" The stars greeted one by one of the three. "Can you join us?" Added.
"You what the hell!" The girl who was with the Star instantly rejected the light. And showed dislike to the three companions sitting down enjoying their order.
"Lah like me dong, I also do not ngajak lo sit here if you are lo gamau ya can find another seat." The tone of the Star spoke sounded a little judes and cynical to a girl who was still standing beside him.
"Boleh dong kak. ohh kak Kera, ehh kak Sera do not want ya can find another place."
Sera, head cheerleaders at school. He has always admired the star. But unfortunately, his admiration did not get a response from the stars.
Even the bright light of the Star showed his attention to Mitha, Mitha alone was unaware of that.
"There are still a lot of empty benches, why should it be here anyway!" Sera glanced cynically at Mitha.
"Gue ga maksa lo come along. Wasn't that the one who came with me that you?" The star spoke coldly to Sera. Honestly, he felt uncomfortable with Sera's attitude.
"HUH!" feeling very upset, Sera walked away and chose a bench close to them because he did not want to be far from the stars.
"Bintang kak Sera's model monkey where the hell is it?" Irene glanced at Sera as she spoke, seeing the girl they were talking about staring intently at them. Especially towards him, because Sera heard what Irene just said.
"So ga met on purpose in the dress shop to buy a dress for my adek gift." The stars explained.
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"Mom-not that after the accident 'he's ' pronounced dead?" Azzar stammered when he asked the Mother. He was very surprised when he heard the news that 'he' the person in his past had returned.
"We don't know for sure, it's just perception. Seeing the condition of the destroyed car exploded, there was no way the victim could survive. But until a few months of investigation, no sign of the victim's body was found." The goddess explained at length.
There was a sense of haru, happy, disappointed and curious covering the mind of Azzar. He was silent to digest all the words of the Goddess.
Azzar was on his way to pick up his wife at school. His gaze focused forward, but his mind went nowhere.
Mitha did not respond so much to all the talk or even the one Oma showed her.
This time Azzar waited in front of the gate. From a distance Mitha appeared to run small towards where her car was parked.
Azzar smiled faintly, very thinly looking at his wife's childish behavior.
Chequelek
"Om anterin to the cake shop yes, Mitha wants to make cookies." Mitha said as soon as she entered the car. Remove the blue backpack from his back and throw it into the back seat.
Azzar geleng geleng moaned the behavior of his wife who was rancid. The car slowly began to move away from the school. There was no conversation between them. Only the sound of songs from the radio accompanied the journey. Occasionally Azzar glanced at Mitha, looking like the girl was enjoying the song.
Arriving at the cake shop, Mitha immediately took a shopping cart and put in some cake ingredients. Azzar forcibly pulled the basket Mitha was holding.
Almost all materials spilled because Azzar who arrived pulled the basket.
"Om what the hell, if spilled all how?!" Mitha jerked in surprise.
"Sorry, let me take it."
"Next time say dong!"
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Mitha was busy struggling with the cake batter, the apron that stuck to her body was dirty with flour.
Azzar only looked from the kitchen door while holding his chest. Her tiny hands were very good at kneading dough, her body as if dancing around while picking up some stuff.
"Do you want help?" After a few minutes Azzar made a sound.
"Difficult, Om just sit there!" Mitha pointed to the mini bar.
Azzar obeyed the words of his little wife, he sat sweetly while supporting his chin to see the busyness of the wife.
The smell of the cake being stirred in the oven slurped into the nose. Azzar closed his eyes enjoying the smell of cake.
"Scent, have you seen the bells?" Eager to taste Mitha's cake, Azzar walked into the oven to peek at the cake.
"Five more minutes." Reply Mitha, he cleaned up some dirty equipment.
Ting
The sound of the bell rang, Mitha was about to open the door but was held back by Azzar.
"Let me, you just continue your work." So said Azzar.
"Waah.. Oma's grandson...!" Said an old woman with wrinkles on her face, although wrinkling did not detract from her beauty. Who else if not Oma Rosa, the mother of Mitha-Dewi's in-laws.
Finished with her workers, Mitha stepped towards the living room while carrying two cups of warm tea and freshly cooked cookies. He still wears an apron.
"In drink Oma!" Mitha said politely. He wanted to go back to the kitchen to put down the tray as well as the dirty apron he was wearing.
"It's not polite of you! Serving drinks in dirty clothes like that! Good thing that came to me, try someone else? It could ruin my granddaughter's good name. Yes, I have a dirty wife like you!" Oma Rosa spoke cynically to Mitha. There is always a reason to bring him down.
Whether it's in front of your own family or even in a public place. No hesitation he uttered a harsh word to Mitha.
"Sorry Oma, next time will not be repeated. Mitha excuse me for cleaning up." Pamit Mitha withdraws.
"So that kind of girl was your parents' choice? Many minus. There are still more beautiful girls and more than anything else than your wife! Just divorce her! Find a classy woman and know manners like..." Oma Rosa's words stopped like she was aware of one thing.
Seriate....