When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Timbrels
Marisa brushed her nose on Prambudi's shirt that looks better to make her snot wipe.
“You're all crazy, how crazy you guys are covering up that series wedding inside this house. What do you think this mama is..”.
Marisa clenched her hands up, she was vexed to the air because none of her husbands, Michelle, Paijo and Kusumonegoro were looking at her.
“How can a biological mother who gave birth to a daughter as beautiful as that is not considered.” The head of Marisa's right hand she put on the chest. He sighed tired. His wistful and irritated gaze turned to Paijo. His sharp glances were like daggers that slipped out of the handle.
“You... What have you done to my beloved daughter?” Marisa's eyes glared, exposing Paijo's entire body thoroughly. Exotic, athletic, squeaky, but serious.
Marisa seems confused what to say, the obstacles she faces are enough against her honor even the honor of her interlocutor.
Paijo scratched behind his ear while smiling. “Michelle is a virgin, Aunt. I dare swear.”
“You married my daughter and called me Auntie? Bittersweet.”.
Marisa flings her body on the back of the sofa while holding her side. He glanced at Prambudi then Kusumonegoro.
“I was shocked once, this is news that makes me half crazy.” Marisa stuck out her hand, reaching out to Michelle's shoulder that was still as excited as Prambudi felt that the clothes she was wearing should be immediately taken off and in captivity.
“Introducing Michelle to a beautiful bridal pergola is my dream, the shakes in my chest are waiting for. This... y'all have the heart... Marry siri, where? Wear what dress?”
“They married impromptu, there is no preparation except a ready body and a desperate mind!” kusumonegoro.
“Oh my God Marisa's hand pinched her husband's waist. “Are you quiet? Not renting a restaurant? Small party. Totally you're your own son, Mas.” Marisa clucking.
“We're having a party, Ma.” said Michelle while rubbing her eyes with the back of her left hand. “We went to the club was married off by penghulu.”
Ngiwir... Paijo lowered his head as the elders looked at him full of probes.
“No macem-macem, Ma, Sir... We're just looking for entertainment. Isn't that right, Jon?”
“Jan... Jon... Jan... Jon... I told you, who is polite.” timpal Kusumonegoro.
“If the spoiled can, Sir?” suhut Michelle softly. “Paijo sweetie coco.”.
“Halah-halah Gusti, opo meneh kui.”
Prambudi smiled faintly as he rubbed his cheeks.
“Why not Paijo cookies all, Cel?” so late to make Michelle and Paijo reply with a cry.
“Papa don't do that, ngawur... Paijo cookies..” Michelle's stomach trembled as she held back her laughter. “But funny too. Paijo cookies.”
“Already... Now let's talk about how the cow wants?” marisa concluded. “But before that anyway mama want you to apologize! Mama in lie. Tega.”
“Yes, Mam. We don't mean to lie to Mom. We'll just keep it a secret for a second. But no papa, mas Paijo let's apologize to mama.”
Paijo sighed, still remembering him with the command nganduki pedet and ended up with a blower of the little cow that might now be traumatized.
Paijo got off the couch. He approached Marisa on all fours before sitting down in front of her. Michelle is also following along.
Marisa observed the two until her eyebrows stuck out. His attitude and the way both of them are rarely seen and tend to resemble his domestic assistant makes him wonder.
“What's wrong with you?”
“That's the tray to sungkem, child to parents.”
“As lebaran?”
Marisa waved her hand. “Wake-wake up, don't be. Mama scared.”
Paijo clenched his hands together, he did not care about Marisa rikuh and was horrified by her behavior because it was right Kusumonegoro said that he really wanted to sungkem to the mother of his wife in earnest.
“You are called Paijo sweetie coco, Paijo ndeso or Paijo cookies, I am Paijo Halim Pradana sorry for the unpleasant actions of aunt Marisa. I'm sorry Aunt.”
Paijo jutted until his head touched Marisa's instep. She and Michelle looked up.
“Papa I should how?” whisper Marisa to Prambudi.
Michelle who is still carried away by the atmosphere is back in training. He touched Paijo's back gently.
“Not necessarily so, mama is open-minded. Not really angry that we married yesterday. Build cookies.”
Let it be, Cell. Let you not be surprised, Lebaran in my village is as good as I have to believe it!
Paijo took a breath while straightening up the body. She smiled as Marisa grimaced and it reminded her of Michelle's amused and confused behavior.
“Paijo sorry yes Aunt, maybe yesterday was sassy because I also returned the kiss.”
“Enak?”
“Lumayan.” Paijo smiled lightly.
“You should learn again, Iceland.”
A sneak look of cynicism Michelle wilted at Paijo. Studying kissing? The woman sighed. His kiss was badas, pure, curious and earnest. Learn how else...
Paijo smiled as he touched Michelle's lower back.
“I want to ask for the blessing to marry Michelle, Auntie. Can?”
Prambudi saw how chaotic his wife's face was today because never did the traditional style prevail in their family. He smiled as he touched his shoulder.
“Give relief to both of them.”
Marisa took a breath while extending her hand, touching Paijo's head. He sees a miracle in the man, his simplicity will make his daughter wiser in using money and no longer stamped as a spinster.
“Mama blessing deh, but the affairs of wedding reception and mama's agreement interfere. May? May yes, mama also wants to wear a wedding dress once again.” she said with half spoiled and condolent.
“What do you mean, Ma?” ask Prambudi.
“Anu, papa... Wedding dress today is nice, mama pingin repeat our wedding period with a beautiful dress. Can we buy for reception later.”
Kusumonegoro rolled his eyes panted as Marisa spoiledly kissed her husband's cheek.
Prambudi grimaced as he massaged his forehead.
“The ancestors used to desperately drive out the invaders and now even though they are independent, I feel still in the hands of my own wife. Dude, kang.”
Kusumonegoro responded with a happy smile even though in his heart he sneered at him and made fun of his own son.
“Native price die.”
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