Bar-Bar's Wife The Heir

Chapter 115 S2 Simple

Jendra smiled amusedly looking at her reflection in the mirror. He did not expect to wear a white beskap with a matching colored peci that had been perched on his head. He had never imagined this before.

"It turns out I'm handsome too!" Jendra smiled again.

"She will surely be fascinated to see me who looks unpretentious with a look like this." He smiled back.

"Jendra! Stop smiling at your own shadow! You've been facing that mirror for almost an hour!"

Jenar has gone into Jendra's room for the last time. He saw Jendra in front of the mirror and thought his son was not ready. Padaha Jendra has been done since.

"I'm just admiring my good looks, Ma!"

Jenar rolled her eyeballs. "You don't want to go straight to the mosque, Jend?"

"The mosque is very close, Ma. We'll be there soon. And the show is still thirty minutes away!"

"But Melani has arrived!"

"What?" Jendra looked at his mother. "He's arrived?"

Jenar nodded. "Better to come earlier than late, Jend!"

Jendra smiled again. "She just can't wait to be my wife, Ma!"

"Basin gil* man*!" jenar cynically said.

"And this gil* man is the proud son of mama!" jendra Reply.

"Praise yourself, Jend! Just be careful if you repeat a few times during the meeting!" exclaimed Jenar who was still standing in front of the door that she opened half of it.

"Calm, Ma. This handsome me won't embarrass my mom" he said, looking back in the mirror. He saw his whole face. Nothing can be less.

"Consider continue! Mom and Dad will be there first!"

Jendra gasped as her mother closed the door loudly, a sign of being annoyed at her.

"Wait, Ma!" Jendra put his foot through.

"Ouch!" Jendra tried to stay upright because he almost fell. He did not realize he was wearing a batik cloth that made his steps limited.

"Almost!" He stroked his chest that was pounding. "If I fall and my face stares at the floor, it would be a shame!"

"People could have thought that I was wearing a blush thicker than him!"

Jendra arrived at a mosque not far from his home. He greeted some people he had invited. There are local religious leaders, and the heads of RT and RW.

And a girl with a white kebaya at the end of it warms up her feelings.

She's so pretty. Am I looking at an angel or my own wife?

Semantara, Melani had started to get nervous when Jendra and his family had not arrived and even kabul ijab would be implemented in about twenty minutes.

Melani breathed a sigh of relief as the mother of the parlour informed her that Jendra's entourage had already arrived at the scene.

He is joined by Kayla and Mona. Two people close to him. She also has a mother's home and several children's homes. If usually the girls who become bridesmaids, but different from him.

Melani and Jendra sat side by side, he glanced at the handsome looking man. The scent of Jendra perfume also beats the scent of jasmine in its bun.

Jendra took a deep breath. The important client just doesn't make it this way. But this sacred situation had indeed been waiting for him since the past few times. He sometimes does not want to sleep because he continues to imagine how it feels to be a bride.

He shook the hand of the judge who would marry him to Melani. And in one breath, without fail, without repeating, Jendra made Melani a part of his life.

He made himself a priest and would guide Melani as his wife. A million thoughts and thoughts instantly popped up one by one in his mind as the prayer was being recited.

He was determined to change his bad habits. He was also determined to be happy for a woman who does not have anyone.

Even a shadow of his desire to try to find out who Melani's parents appeared that very second. He knows, though it is very difficult. Even hope is almost non-existent.

"You are my mother's daughter. All your happiness will be happiness for your mother. All your tears and laughter will also be a part of your mother."

"You are a strong woman who will give birth to strong children."

"Blessed, Mel! Happy to live with your son."

Jendra heard every sentence his mother said. I don't know, he feels like both really like a son and a real mother.

"Your shoulder has a much greater responsibility than yesterday!"

"Yesterday, you just need to take responsibility as a child and a company leader."

"And from today on, you bear the responsibility of being a husband. Maybe one day, you'll assume the responsibility of being a father."

"Blessed is he who gave up his life to serve you!"

"Take care of him, and equally build a harmonious household. Make mutual trust the foundation of your household!"

The simple wedding was followed by a meal with the mosque. Two buffet tables were suddenly crowded with queues of people who wanted to enjoy a meal. And some of the surrounding residents also came to take the rice box that was already prepared to be distributed.

"You won't be full just by looking me in the face!" melani said when she realized Jendra was looking at her face more than feeding rice into the man's mouth.

Jendra looked down and smiled. He shook his head to realize that he had been staring at Melani for too long.

"Am I watching a male lion turn into a kitten, Mom?" kayla whispers to Kalandra.

"That's it when you meet the handler, baby!" Kalandra Reply.

"I was too fascinated by my wife's beauty!" Reply Jendra to Melani. He still did not care about the couple beside him.

"Oh, God! She's being shy, Mas!" whispered Kayla again. He had always noticed the behavior of Jendra who was sitting not far from him.

"Huuuuuuuu!" Kalandra cupped Kayla's cheek and pointed her face in the other direction so as not to continue staring at Jendra.

"Say people, if you're pregnant, you can't look at something bad for too long, baby!" kalandra Whisper.

"You have to say a lot of amit-amit while rubbing your stomach!"

Kayla frowned. "Who said it, Mas? And what's the rule from, Mom?"

"Dea told me. I was even asked to do that. He also forbade me from getting angry. He also said my mood should not be messy because it will affect you as well."

Kayla smiles. Smart Calandra can still believe such a myth. But, there is no harm also done because it does not harm.

About the mood, he agreed. Kalandra came home with a tired face alone can make her sad. Especially when Kalandra first slept than him.

"Am I that bad you don't want my niece to look like me?"

Jendra surprised them. It turned out that the groom was listening while they were discussing it.

"You're not bad. It's just that I don't want my son to be like you!" Kalandra Reply.

"Why indeed. I'm handsome, attractive, rich and responsible!" Jendra was proud of himself.

"If so, marry all the women you've lost"

Kayla closed Kalandra's mouth because she saw the change in Melani's expression that immediately faded the smile.

"Be careful when you talk, Mom. There's a woman's heart next to her that you have to take care of!" whispered Kayla slowly.

Kalandra sighed. "Sorry, Mel."

Kayla is right, because after all Jendra is not a happy single person who is free to ridicule as he pleases. At least now he must keep the feelings of Melani who may still be worried about the playboy's attitude.

"It's okay, sir!" melani smiled back little.