Wedding Salsa
Visit to the main house.

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Salsa half ran towards the dining table. This morning he was a little late because last night until one in the morning, he was only able to close his eyes. I don't know what the girl was thinking. Usually Salsa was never like that, so if not built by his mother earlier, the girl would not wake up.

"Grandfather!" reprimanding Arsya who immediately stared at him while shaking his head. He has often commemorated Salsa who always ran especially when going down the stairs. However, even though it has been in perigati sometimes still do it again.

For example, like this morning, because he did not want his family to wait long. Salsa ran from her room downstairs. Rian's house does not have an elevator like the house today.

"I'm sorry, Brother, I love you, your sister forgot." Salsa immediately hugged her brother from behind, as Arsya was currently sitting in front of the dining table. So that the brother is not angry. After that, he greeted his family.

"For Pa, morning Ma, and morning my handsome brother" said Salsa, who had let go of her arms and was sitting next to her.

"Morning is also dear." they replied in unison.

"Tumben this morning late? Usually if you know you want to go to the opa and grandpa's house, the busiest guy first?" Rian asked because usually if they would visit his parents' house. Their children are the busiest. He could visit his grandmother anytime. But still if you want to go there Salsa is always impatient.

"Last night it was hard to sleep. Maybe because it's past the usual bedtime, Pa." replied the girl honestly.

"Hem yasudah, let's finish your food! Opa same oma is waiting for us" said Rian who understood why his daughter had trouble sleeping. Salsa is very rarely out at night, if not with his family. So the girl always sleeps on time.

Then they all no one spoke anymore. When the Queen in the house filled the plates of her son and husband's food. Simple things for others. However, it was very memorable for Ayla. Women who still remain beautiful at the age of almost forty, four years.

From the beginning of her marriage to Rian, she had always served her husband at the dinner table. Even though it was a marriage they were only a contract marriage. After having two children, Ayla did the same. It does not matter if both children are old and can take their own. She treated them like they were when they were kids.

"Wait for Arsya in the room for a second, Pa. Big brother's bike key missed." said Arsya when they finished breakfast.

"Yes, we are waiting in the living room" replied Rian who was about to leave the dining table. Followed by his wife and daughter, because the two women have cleaned their former breakfast.

Salsa is very spoiled. But despite being pampered, she can still wash dishes, clean the dining table and cook. Although not as good as his mother. Because Ayla does not want her daughter when she wants to get married, she can not do homework.

Daughter of kolongmerat does not mean can not cook, at least cook food for himself. That was how Ayla thought in educating her daughter.

"Pa, said Oma Sonya, today opa friends will be there too. So we'll stop by the Royal Bakery first, okay?" ayla said after they sat in the living room while waiting for her eldest son.

"Oh, may! Which opa's best friend, honey?" rian asked because Mr. Heri's best friend is many, not just one. However, his true friend is still Ridwan's father who has now become his friend.

"If that's not me, because oma's just asking us to be there or not. Then oma said that in the main house there were guests who would visit." this morning Mama Sonya did call Ayla, asking if they were there or not.

"Come, Brother is ready" said Arsya who has returned to bring the keys of his sport bike.

"Yes, come. It's still morning." Rian stood up to take his little family away.

"Ma, Adek came with Brother on the bike, huh?" salsa asked permission first.

"Why not just get in the car? She's coming home with sister." Ayla looked back, as her daughter was behind them.

"Not really, just want to ride a motorcycle." Salsa smile. She already knew that her mother's answer meant she couldn't go with her sister.

"It's still morning. The weather is also very cloudy. What if it suddenly rains. Just get in the car, okay? Mama also wants to buy some cake first. Adek accompany Mama to choose the cake."

"All right! But she'll come home with her sister, okay?" while walking to the garage. Salsa and Ayla continued to chat with each other hand in hand, as Rian and Arsya had already gone first to heat up their vehicle's engine.

"Daddy's coming with mommy, huh? It's just look, the weather is cloudy fear of rain, when we haven't reached the opa house" said Arsya who did not know that Salsa would indeed come with their parents.

"Yes, Brother. Be careful, yes. But I came home with my sister." replied Salsa who liked it so much when going on a motorcycle. Actually Salsa can bring cars and motor sports owned by her brother. It's just that because she never went alone, so in people's minds, the girl hasn't been able to bring her own vehicle yet.

"Hem! Just slow down, brother. Don't speed things up." said Rian before getting into the car. The man did not forbid when his son asked to buy a motorbike. He realized young people like his son did have a hobby that sometimes makes parents feel anxious.

"Yes, be careful, kid. Tell Oma, no need to make food for opa guests. Later mama will buy it." replied Ayla still standing outside the car. He will enter after his firstborn leaves first.

"OK, ready. Adek, brother first."

Thiins... Thiins...

Arsya directly runs his sport bike. He will first while his family still stop by to buy a cake for his opa guests.

"Well, which opa guest is it?" salsa asked who was sitting in the back seat.

"Okay, Mama doesn't know either. You know for yourself that opa many friends are visiting."

The main house of the Erlangga family. It is always the arrival of a guest from Mr. Heri. Having a friendly attitude and not arrogant, makes Mr. Heri so liked by people who know him.

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Meanwhile in the residence that was no less luxurious, three different adults of different ages. Breakfast at the dinner table. They are Mr. Fatan with his wife and his grandson Kenzo.

"Ken, today you can't go anywhere. We're going to visit Heri's opa house. He's been telling Grandpa to take you to his house. Mumpung today is a holiday, so we will be there at ten" said Mr. Fatan to his eldest grandson.

"But the cake, Kenzo there's a show with friends. To celebrate our victory last night." reject the young man for having an appointment first.

"There's no buts. Anybody ready. At ten we leave. Grandfather had promised him he would take you today." the middle-aged man immediately stood up because he had finished his breakfast.

"But Cake, Kenzo can't come." Kenzo is his grandfather. However, the grandfather did not stop, to hear the reason.

"Eaghk! Grandpa didn't say from yesterday that this week, would take his friend's house." exclaimed Kenzo while pulling his hair back.

"Already! Just follow your grandfather's request. After decades you have not been to the house of Opa Heri. He has a very beautiful grandson. Who knows, we'll be able to meet her granddaughter." teased Kenzo's grandmother, Mila.

While Kenzo who was seduced was just silent. While thinking about the girl that her grandmother said.

SERIATE.....

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Hey, Kenzo wants to see Princes. How do both react. When they were kids, they played together. If now what to play.🤔

Yuk give his support first, let Mak author spirit also make his nulis 🤗

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