Bojomu My spirit

The Day 2's

"Mam, Pap ... I'm groggy, pee, want BAB, everybody, how's this?" muttered Arya, she held her stomach.

Mrs Ratih said, "You, the show is just around the corner, you're open, you're straight out, you want a BAB, you're long on the toilet!"

"Yes, hold your breath, ten more minutes adhan, we eat the takjilnya, continue you marry!" timpal pal Darma.

Arya broke out in cold sweat, she no longer knew what she was feeling right now, everything was mixed up, neither of her friends could calm her down.

One can, but unfortunately Ajeng is still in the room until Arya legally married her, they are not allowed to meet two days, just exchange videos, that too Hikam supervise the video that Ajeng made, fear vulgar.

"Still a long time, Mam?"

"Yes', five more minutes!" bu Ratih asked Juna to accompany Arya for a moment, he wanted to meet Ms. Tiwi and endak helped the division of the notch.

As for congregational prayers here, Hikam has prepared everything, now the house has been transformed into a comfortable place to worship.

Residents around who were present could eat and pray together here, Hikam specifically invited priests from the opposite village as well as being witnesses of his sister's wedding.

"Mak Dewi, am I beautiful yet?"

The goddess nodded, "Inget loh yes, then you can meet Arya if you are legitimate, then she will be ushered into this room, but obviously you do not get bored first, just shaman as you congratulate!"

"Eh,-" crawled to the side of the Goddess. "-love congratulations how, Mother Goddess? If he goes into this room, Ajeng continues to say congratulations on marrying Arya, is that it?"

"Not, ahahahahah .. that means mutual love, seneng yes already married or did not think we were married, continued to be hugged, already so, if kisses later kebablasan even make children!" clearly Goddess.

The chuckle, he had prepared all that, from shaving to stretching, he finished everything, making all his skin smell incomparable.

"Hush, you want to start it, you hunt open, drink the same date, Adzan!" goddess's Decree.

Ajeng nodded, he returned to his position, as soon as the Adhan sounded, he drank his lukewarm tea, then devoured the three dates, before long he stood in front of the mirror, checking there are leftovers of dates on his teeth or not, shame later seen Arya there is date skin stuck.

Arya's heart was pounding in front of her, she was not as relaxed as Ajeng who waited without sin, cool to drink tea and check his teeth, there was candy in the room as well as he was greedy, too, waiting for ijab qabul for him, like waiting for a ball game.

Mr. Darma prepared beside Arya, in front of them there is Hikam and pak penghulu who feel proud, how not, the dish is many and he still went home to get a full parcel later.

Open together while marrying people, only here he gets an invitation so.

"Is this Mas Arya Pratama?"

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Penghulu rubs his thick moustache with mangosteen, "It's not Arya who is 'For God's sake!' that right?"

Bude Lastri almost replied, "Oh, who was" quickly Tiwi mengkap the mouth of his duet partner, glaring until bude Lastri sat still.

Back in serious fashion, Hikam asked all to calm down, the core event must begin immediately, which in front of the already impatient to eat.

All bowed when the prayers and chants of the holy verse were read, then increasingly made tense and trembling, Arya heard the resigned sentence from Hikam to pak penghulu, before finally Arya's hand was held by pak penghulu.

"Are you ready, Mas Arya?"

"Yes, I've."

"Well, we start, one-" the pak pengulu turned to Hikam, Hikam's glance reminded him to be serious. "-I'm sorry, Ajeng's bad habit of cockfighting, we're starting!"

***

She tote her skirt, there was a wet end, how else because she was a lot of behavior, fortunately did not slip earlier.

"Looohhhh, how is this if Arya dateng mas, continue to know my eyelashes dislodged one?" looking for glue. "There is plastic glue, if you can not escape even danger loh!"

Still trying to find glue until there was a knock on the door, Ajeng suddenly straightened his back, he returned to the front of the dressing table again, making sure his makeup was fine, just his eyelashes the rest of one.

From the eyebrows to the lips were safe, the teeth were also already clean, the scent of fresh breath, he was sipping honey as well just now, flashing slightly.

"I'm not ondel-ondel, am I?" muttered.

The knock on the door was getting louder, Ajeng half ran to reach him, but somehow what misfortune befell him until the little bun in his hair was nudged and loose.

"Waduuhhh, cancel so sinden me later!" his grunts, willing to put up again, but who knocks on the door impatiently. "Yes, Open the door!"

It's a bun, it's a Nyai immediately!

Clamps, clamps,

Ajeng peeked, he chuckled, "Mas Arya-"

Arya pushed Ajeng's nose until he could enter, he wanted to break the fast with a heavy one, not just water and dates like that.

Arya's eyes blinked quickly, then she rattled, blinked again, she rattled again.

"Mas, this is me, the intention was made and international sinden style, but instead I became kayak Nyai Segoro, this is if wearing white clothes, sure I became mbak kuntil, Mas!" ocehniah.

Arya still did not open her mouth, what was taught by the Goddess had forgotten all, Ajeng instead of congratulating or hugging, just blabbed as he pleased, explaining the menu was open until his eyelashes were loose.

"Dear, diem!" Arya did not take Ajeng's face, making her girl speechless, not talking north to south, no end. "Look at me!"

Swivel and hold her eyeballs fixed on Arya, she blinks slowly, following the motion of Arya's eyelids.

"We are married, Dear," said Arya with a sweet smile.

"Continue, Mas?"

Loh,

"Kok continues, doesn't mean anything that's for you now?" Arya wants to curse the taste, but there is no way she brags Ajeng, just got married.

Arya turned around, she massaged her temples, scooped up as much air as possible, tried to neutralize herself, her expectations were too high.

Behind her, Ajeng drew a smile, his hands moving forward, he slipped between Arya's waist and arms, then pulled himself closer until his cheeks were stuck on Arya's back.

Cie, scented!

Arya lowered her head, dumbfounded to see Ajeng's hands clutched in her stomach, she wiped those hands, still disbelieving to be hugged like this after being made to slouch.

"Happy husband, Mas Arya." Ajeng said lirih.

Dear!

Arya turned around, she kissed Ajeng's lips.