WHITE JASMINE
CHAPTER 23
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Today is Ryan and Sinta's wedding day. Thanks to the help of Rania and her husband Alfian, the show went smoothly. Money has power. Villagers flocked to the house that has been provided for this event. Currently Ryan and Sinta are sitting in a chair. nabil and Nabila are being raised by Rania and Alfian.
" When are we yank like that?" ask Ronald.
" When can you, too" replied Ratih.
" Yuk tomorrow!"
" I can't wait, it's gone, what?"
" Wait a long time to be taken by people."
" Will not, who will be like me?"
" I want to, it's been proven, too."
" Of course, if each other won't, because once I put love on it, it's the person I've received my whole life."
" really?" Ratih just nodded.
" Where are they?" ask Ratih.
" What the hell are they? they're happy with each other's partners." Ratih poked his lips.
While on top of the guarantee, a pair of brides look radiant series, the faces of both of them emit a happy hue, although the two are not yet in love with each other, but they are committed to living a relationship like a husband and wife. Doesn't love come from habituation? that's what they assume.let time answer all his.the important wayin first, anyway they are also halal.
In another corner were two boys and girls who looked so happy watching their parents' marriage. His smile never faded from his lips.
" Are you guys happy? you guys have a dad?" Rania asked the two boys.
" Yes our aunt is very happy" replied Nabil. Alfian just smiled at the happiness of the two children.
"Have you eaten, my husband?"
" Already, just now with Rain and his friend."
" Where did Amel go, not to be seen?" ask Rania.
" It was with a friend of hers, probably to my father's house" Alfian replied.
" Amel was closer to his grandparents and was a single grandchild" Rania said.
" But I'm so proud of our son, what I least thought was a tough girl." Alfians.
Girls here mostly learn martial arts, because for them besides being able to take care of themselves can also help others, because many cases of abuse occur in women."
" means Amel's friend can fight too?"
" it can, though not as strong as our son, be of his many paternal disciples, Amel the most powerful, for the father passed down all his knowledge to our son Amel." Alfian also understood.
Finally the wedding was finished, tomorrow they had returned to the capital. Actually they were only three days, but because there was an impromptu wedding so their return to the capital was delayed.
" now that we're officially husband and wife, I hope we can accept each other and complete each other."
" I hope you do too, knowing that I'm lacking a lot."
" Yes, therefore we complement each other, your shortcomings are covered by my advantages, and vice versa." Sinta nodded.
" Can you do it?"
" Don't, you have to be patient for the next week."
" Why?" ask Ryan.
" Because I have another guest," replied Sinta embarrassedly.
" I mean, I'm menstruating mas."
" Oh yeah, hmmm failed to want to taste good," inner Ryan.
" Why is it silent? you're angry, aren't you?"
" No, I just thought."
" what do you think?"
" did think of a gift from Mr. Alfian,"
" continue!"
" I'm just an assistant, but you gave me the keys to the house where we're staying."
" I should be grateful to have a master as good as Alfian. Sister Nia is also good, here only sister Nia and Melati who often help me, mas. sometimes I feel completely wrong to accept their kindness. "
" we rest first yes, tired all day on the lap." Eventually, both of them took a break.
" may I be able to make you and our child happy." - Ryan.
Now it was time to return to the capital. With a few hours drive finally they arrived at Soekarno-Hatta international airport by taxi, they returned home each. Ryan and his little family are back in his apartment, maybe wait a few more days they just moved into their new wedding gift house. Alfian deliberately gave the house to Ryan of course with the approval of his wife.actually the gift was nothing compared to Ryan's loyalty to his master. Ryan served as Alfian's personal assistant, since Alfian was appointed CEO to replace his father. However, due to some unexpected things and events, Alfian willingly let go all for the sake of his small family and give up the company back to his papa. Al Fatih as his early biological father objected to Alfian's decision, and it is a pity that Ryan, the personal assistant who is so deft at work, must also resign in order to follow wherever his young master goes.
" Welcome to Miss Ryan Gibson." Sinta nodded and thanked me.
" Thank you Mr. Ryan Gibson." now it's Ryan's turn to nod with a smile.
" let's go in, please" Ryan let his wife and children in.
" Wah dad's house is very good, the tivi is also big," said Nabila enthusiastically, actually Nabil was also amazed by this apartment but as much as possible he could bear.
" Do you like it? but we're here only temporarily, maybe next week we'll move into our new house, which is bigger than this" Ryan said.
" Is it really dad?"
" Right darling." is Sinta packing her things in the room.
" you want to eat?" ryan asked, the two boys nodded.
" Let me cook first, "Sinta wants to walk towards the kitchen but was prevented by Ryan.
" you take a break, you must be tired, right?"
" Not tired, not tired."
" Have not denied the husband, let the mas order food from outside. " Royal ordered food online.
Before long the bell rang, Ryan immediately opened the door because he knew that the food deliveryman was coming.
" Thank you, sir,"
" Same with sir."
Ryan closed the door again after the food delivery had passed. Ryan put the food box on the dining table.
" Food has come, let's all eat" said Ryan, the boy running to the dinner table.
" What do you want? there's fried chicken, pizza, and chicken stuffing."
I want fried chicken" said Nabil, then took one piece of fried chicken. Nabila also did not miss taking one piece of fried chicken. Sinta was taking a box containing a chicken penyet. How good they eat, besides being hungry they have never eaten, good food.
" Eating a lot to make it big quickly" Ryan said as he rubbed the heads of the two children.
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