
Now comes the day H where the wedding between Olivia and Reza was held.
Already since the morning Olivia was groomed by a MUA who is famous for having makeup polish that makes anyone who gets a touch of her hand will look much prettier than usual.
Women who have a mediocre face can be transformed into beautiful women especially Olivia who does have a complete beauty basis.
Reza who saw Olivia walking gracefully towards the ijab table accompanied by Marisa and the MUA party who held the end of her dress was completely stunned to see the beauty of her matchless future wife. He wanted to quickly justify the girl.
"Rez can't wait for him to be all yours." The papa who saw the direction of Reza's gaze so amazed towards Olivia understood the way his son's mind.
Reza turned towards the father with a smile and nodded.
A few minutes wait until Olivia is next to Reza.
"How are you ready?" ask the pengghulu after Olivia has sat perfectly.
Reza looked towards Olivia and Olivia smiled then nodded.
"Ready sir" replied Reza so excited.
"The groom is impatient as it turns out," teased pak penghulu while Reza just smiled.
"All right, let's get started. Sorry where's the guardian?"
"He has no father sir, nor does he have any brothers" Marisa said.
"Maybe there is another party who can be a guardian. Brother of his father or paternal grandfather?" ask the head again.
"No sir, from his father's side there is only his grandmother," Marisa explained again.
"Well, shall I represent you then?"
"Yes, I leave the hijab to the pengululu only," replied Marisa.
The gentleman read the prayer for a while and extended his hand in front of Reza. Reza shook the hand of the pengulu sir.
"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, I married you ananda Reza Wahyu Barata with ananda Olivia Arya Damayanti with a dowry a set of prayer tools and gold weighing 10 grams paid in cash."
"I accept Olivia Arya Damayanti's marriage with the dowry paid in cash." With a single jolt Reza said the qabul sentence aloud.
"How are the witnesses legitimate?"
"Well." Right."
"Well." Right."
"Saaaah."
The lawful word was heard from all directions in the residence of Tomi Barata.
"Alhamdulillah." Everyone uttered a sentence of gratitude for the legitimate bride and groom.
Mr. Penghulu also read the prayer and everyone guaranteed.
The two brides face to face with a smile. Wati gave Reza a ring box. Reza opens and grabs Olivia's hand and slips the ring on her ring finger.
After Reza kissed Olivia's hand, it was Olivia's turn to pin the ring on Reza's ring finger and then greet Reza's hand.
Reza kisses Olivia's forehead before the two perform a sling on each parent.
When it came to Reza's parents they both got advice or advice from both while when it came to Marisa, Olivia got a bad look from her mother. Marisa is very upset with Olivia who does not comply with her desire to ask for a house dowry.
Olivia had previously been ordered by Marisa to ask for a house dowry. The woman was sure the Reza family would accept the condition considering Olivia was already willing to save her family's good name. But Olivia did not want and only asked for dowry a set of prayer tools only.
Gold weighing 10 grams alone was added by the family Tomi Barata because it does not want to look poor if only give a set of prayer tools only.
"Mom." Reza extended her hand towards Marisa who did not let go of Olivia's hand while shaking hands.
"Ah sorry Nak Reza I just feel amazed at my son who can be as beautiful as this after self." Take off Olivia's hand and shake hands with Reza.
"It's okay Mom."
After the ijab and sungkeman events are completed both brides are welcome to go up to the pelaminan. All guests went upstairs in turns to congratulate them. After completion they are welcome to eat the dishes that have been provided by the catering.
Families rise to the front and capture the moment by taking pictures together.
When he was busy taking pictures Reza saw his best friend who had wanted to approach him instead stood there.
"Harlan?" Reza looked surprised to see Harlan looking at him with a disappointed expression.
Not only Reza, Marisa was shocked to see the arrival of Harlan at Reza's wedding with Olivia.
"He's that young man?"
Flashbacks.
"What a beautiful girl!" A man was admiring a girl who was walking in front of where he was sitting. The man was sitting leisurely in the city park after his morning run.
"His name is Olivia, she's every day peddling rice sitting around" whispered another man sitting with Harlan at the moment. Actually, the guy doesn't know Olivia just knows it from people.
Harlan did not listen to Reza's words, he continued to look at Olivia without blinking until the girl disappeared behind ornamental plants that became a fresh enhancer of air in the city park.
"Yes." Yeah." Harlan did not hesitate to confess his feelings.
"Related?" ask Reza again.
"Care sure why?" ask Harlan.
"Look at the look, the big fight, that kind of cat-suit you admire?" the lead on Harlan.
"No matter what she looks like she's still pretty in my eyes, just like Cinderella in the real world."
"Cih Cinderella, Cinderella on a flip-flop, hahaha." Reza laughs off Harlan's torment.
The man felt strange to his best friend because in the city there were so many beautiful and sexy women, but Harlan even admired the girl who was not very in the eyes of Reza.
***
Who are you going to buy flowers for?" reza asked astonished to see Harlan pull over his car and stopped for a moment at the florist shop of the city's famous Mikhayla.
Coincidentally that afternoon Reza's car entered the workshop and was forced to break into Harlan.
"Who else would it be if it wasn't the girl that I admired for a few days and first saw in that flower garden" Harlan replied casually.
Reza gaped at Harlan's answer. "You seriously want to be in a relationship with that girl?" Reza nodded in disbelief.
"Have you ever seen me not being serious about what I said?" harlan asked with a calm expression.
"Is there a red rose?" ask Harlan then to the shopkeeper.
"Live flowers or ones made of plastic?" ask the shopkeeper.
"That from the roses live Ma'am if the imitation flowers will be mistaken for my love imitation again" joked Harlan.
"Okay then I network first for a while, Mas. Are you willing to wait?"
"Yes my mother will be waiting for him."
"Okay, please sit down!"
Harlan nodded and sat down, Reza also sat in a chair beside Harlan while looking around the store room that looked so beautiful filled with live flowers or imitation flowers or made of plastic.
Silence, no one spoke in the room. Everyone is focused on their own activities. Reza was busy looking at the flowers while the shopkeeper was busy making a bouquet of flowers ordered by Harlan and Harlan himself seemed to contemplate thinking about Olivia who had always been in the shadows since last night.
I don't know what's happened to Harlan in the past few days. Honestly, the man has liked Olivia since the first time. However, it is not as scary today.
"It's his order." The shopkeeper showed me the results of his hand. Harlan looked over and smiled. It seemed that the man was completely satisfied with the result of the hand of the woman sitting before him.
"If for example there is less Mas comment just let me fix it," said the shopkeeper again.
"Can I do it?" ask Harlan not to believe it. How is it possible that the finished flower bouquet will be the shopkeeper dismantled again if it is not in accordance with the wishes of its customers.
"May for the sake of customer satisfaction I will do."
Harlan nodded.
"But it doesn't seem like it needs to be overhauled anyway because I think it's been good. How many?"
"Three hundred thousand mas."
Harlan nodded, reached into the wallet in his pants pocket and took out 3 pieces of money a hundred thousand then handed the money to the shopkeeper and left.
"Come on Rez, let's unplug it now!" invite him to Reza who is still focused on touching the living flowers that are sampled in the store.
"Yeah!"
They returned to the car and continued their journey. After driving Reza to his house, Harlan went to Olivia's house. He already knew where Olivia lived because he had spied on Olivia when he returned from selling around.
"Who do you want to meet?" Marisa immediately raised a question to Harlan.
"His olivia is there, ma'am?"
"You like my daughter?" Staring at Harlan's bouquet of two hands.
"Yes" answered Harlan honestly.
"What do you have?" ask Marisa again.
"Car" replied Harlan pointing to his car.
"Home has it?"
"Still nebeng on the old man."
"Then come back when you have your own home. If you already have a house for dowry for my son then I will accept your proposal."
"Good Mom." Harlan turned. Inwardly he wanted to tell his uncle that he would be with me his uncle's invitation to work abroad.
"It's good that I wait for you!"
Seriate.