ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LI: The Wedding

Time is moving towards the middle of the day. The hotel ballroom was packed with guests. Various cars lined up in the parking lot, even to overflow on the side of the road. Because the family of Lusi Handayani is quite distinguished, no wonder the guests are quite booming. The stained decoration of the main gate, combined with a beautiful colorful paper decoration, welcomes every guest who comes.

The receptionist, in an elegant suit and kebaya uniform, spread a friendly smile. Two large boxes containing guest donation envelopes were deliberately placed near the entrance, for easy viewing.

I've prepared an envelope with money of standard value. Neither do I have to privilege Luci. The tradition of giving this ang pau has been hereditary from the village class to the elite class. In my opinion, marriage becomes a kind of business event to dredge as many envelopes as possible.

I grabbed Laras' arm, as if we were a couple. With full confidence, we stepped in to line up to write in the guest book. Young girls, dressed in maximum beauty, give souvenirs in the form of mugs inlaid with the name of a happy couple.

Lusi and Inspiration.

Ilham Ramadan. As stated in the invitation that I received, was a businessman from Sidoarjo. I don't know him personally, but he feels like a stranger. In the matter of the contents of the wallet, obviously I bend my knees. The future is still bleak, worried about where this fate will dock. Compared to Imham Ramadhan, I am a gurem-class football club that fights against the might of Real Madrid!

To shake hands with the bride alone, we had to enter in a fairly long queue. Not to mention the photos on stage that further extend the duration. The barrel looks sultry. He began to shake his face. I'm worried that the make-up is going to fall because of the heat.

The day of vengeance. I took the stage with a bang, accompanied by the song My Valentine from wedding-singer is quite sexy. Seeing my arrival, Lusi's gaze sharpened, as if to snatch away this from Laras. That's where I feel proud. I put a triumphant smile before him.

First, I experienced the groom with a big smile. I didn't show you a single shred of loss. Ramadan, not too handsome. But clearly his appearance showed that he was living in a treasure bath. I seem to have seen it, just forgotten where.

Next, the awkward looking Lusi saw me. His hands are cold. I could feel his heart beating.

“Congratulations yes, Lusi. Good luck,” I said with my head held high.

“Thank you for coming, Bi. Your boyfriend?” Lusi glanced towards Laras.

“Prospective wife!” answer me with confidence.

It was not only Lusi who was surprised to hear my answer, but Laras as well. He pinched my arm.

“Congratulations yes, Ma'am!” said Laras friendly. He shook his hand tightly Unfortunately Lusi was not so focused, he just nodded. His eyes were still following my steps which started to go down the stage. Luci suddenly agitated.

Mission completed!

The next event is to taste the dishes that have been served. The ribs are delicious, although the meat is less tender. The fried rice is a little bland, mending the fried rice of the fathers who like to sell in the cart near the contract. What I like most here is the chicken curry bread. His savory taste shook his tongue. I deliberately chose to sit in the corner, to be more free to chat with Laras.

“That's college buddy huh, Mas?” ask Laras.

“Iya. But already moved to Malang,” answered me while grinding a tear of maryam bread in the mouth.

“Kok him like sad so yes, Mas?”

“Sad how, Race? He's getting married.

Should've been happy. Sad time?” elakku.

“What looks like that. Especially when I see Mas Abi. Gini-gini I can do it, Mas. He was jealous of me just like me. Don't-don't ...,” Laras looks at me sharply.

“Do-not what?”

“You guys used to date ya?” guess Baras.

I choked. Almost the bread of Maryam in the mouth was poured out. I gulped cold melon syrup to moisten the esophagus.

“No, Race. He's just an ordinary friend,”.

“Oya Mas, Mas Abi was serious not heh?” ask Laras again.

He focused on enjoying cut fruits in a plastic plate. He intentionally did not eat rice. Maybe he wants to keep the appearance to stay slim. Cool diet pattern. Compared to Dahlia's strange diet.

“Means?” I understand the direction of the conversation. I intentionally asked, to make sure I returned.

“Tadi said I'm a future wife,” replied Laras while devouring the last piece of pineapple on his plate.

“Cock laughing?”

“Nothing really, Ras.”

Sumpat Laras pouty. Something was going through his mind. The atmosphere becomes unpleasant. If Laras has put on such a look, it means that the mood will turn ugly.

A batik-clothed man approached me, handing me a neatly folded piece of paper.

“What is this, Mas?” my many.

“Tipan from Mbak Lusi,” he replied. Then he left just like that, his footsteps disappearing among the other guests, before he could ask further.

What else is this?

Barrel out of the wedding with a huff. Suddenly his mouth locked. Women, if it's kept oral like this, a bad sign. There was a feeling of anger hidden at the bottom of the heart. The pace is getting faster.

“Why?” my chase.

“We quickly returned to Surabaya yes, Mas. Ntar I called Mas Jono first,” said Laras while removing his phone.

“You why the hell, Ras?”

We were standing on a busy road. The sun has risen at the point of culmination. Barrel looks riled up.

“Now I know why Mas Abi made me come here,” Laras said without looking at me.

“Yes because I don't have any friends Ras!”

“Mas Abi don't lie! Mas Abi deliberately made me come here so that the married mother was jealous right? I read that!” ketus Barrel.

“Ras, not ... not like that,” I defend myself.

“Don't mess with women's feelings again, Mas!”

“Ras, I'll just ...”

“It's ah, Mas! No need to talk about it!”

I'm speechless.

Right now, emotions had already enveloped Laras' heart. If I force myself to explain the reason, it is likely that he will not be able to accept. Let him cool down first. This trick is commonly used by mothers when they are angry. Mother chose to step aside when your emotions overflowed. Only after slightly subsided, the mother explained the reason while kneading the father's foot. As a result, this method is effective enough to avoid more powerful anger.

Great too, Mom!

Shortly after, Mas Jono and Mbak Ida's car arrived. They looked happy, shopping in vegetables. I saw a basket of vegetables like carrots, potatoes, and a variety of other vegetables in the back seat. In addition to apples, Malang is also famous for fresh vegetables.

“How was the show?” father of Ida.

“Currently, Ma'am!” answer's short. Baras is still silent.

The silence made me feel guilty. Maybe it was a bit too outrageous my dress-up way. To be honest, what Laras said was a hundred percent true. Almost all the girls I know I've made feelings up, and then I just threw them away. But is that purely my fault?

This is an important lesson. Burning revenge on Lusi finally impact to Laras who became a victim. I can't guess at all what Laras feels! Don't you think, just with that joke, he's demanding seriousness?

Laras is indeed beautiful, with his Monalisa smile that can melt the icebergs in Siberia. Unfortunately, for the convenience of heart, I prefer Dahlia.

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