CIRCUMCISION

Wedding preparations

kresseek..krsseek ..

"Who ooiii....! out..!" One of them shouted, seeing a shadow lurking in front of Djaelani's house.

"You sound the fart..! and you're with me chasing that way." One of them gave orders to the other.

The black shadow ran so fast, piercing through the darkness of the night. With a vow of failure, the plan he put together.

"Where is the fast run."

"Here he wants to steal in the house ndoro lurah Djaelani."

"We must increase vigilance, our village is no longer safe." They regrouped, though,

Residents who hear the sound of clapping, shoulder to shoulder carrying oncor as lighting

The pursuit again results in failure.

"Increase the security of our village, it seems like our village is not safe anymore." The village security chief gave instructions to the residents.

The screams, and the noise outside woke Ratmini and the others inside the mansion.

"Sir... What's wrong? it's so crowded outside." Lastri approached beside Ratmini.

the incident of throwing daggers, at the Atmosiman house again reviewed the memory of Lastri.

"Have gone to sleep again, and some have taken care of it" Ratmini commanded.

"Lusa, it's your wedding preparation day with Harjito. You don't mind much, focus on your day after tomorrow."

Lastri went back into his room, already trying to calm down, but still his mind was burdened by events.

Her marriage was in sight, how was the fate of her father, how was the grandmother, while her grandfather Sudargo was far away living in the capital.

Lastri's eyes can't be closed. One side of his heart filled with happiness that was in sight, one side would be difficult for him to leave his grandmother alone.

the busyness, and preparation for the wedding of Sulastri and Harjito is very simple. A smile of happiness rose on Ratmini's lips.

"Nuk...! Marriage is not just a union. Marriage is worship, and every worship boils down to His love as a purpose. It is only natural that every effort to achieve His love is done with joy. Marriage is a blessed love. Originally a promise, next was worship, the end of InsyaAllah the Divine ridha."

"Message grandma, never hate your father!, however bad your father's attitude all along. Yet..! He is the engraver of your true soul."

"He remains as your father." Sulastri hugged Ratmini while sobbing.

"Don't cry, it's your happy day. Your father will soon arrive, he will be reprieve thanks to Mr. Jupri's policy, as well as Sundirah's greatness."

Lastri looked at Ratmini in disbelief, then Ratmini nodded her head, smiling. They hugged, Isak cried happily. Not to be expected, all the people who had been hurt by his father were able to apologize, with the spaciousness of their day.

"Sundirahs.. She's a great woman, she's a tough woman."

"Hopefully, soon give birth smoothly, and be given ease." The Ratmini Prayer in Amini Sulastri.

***While in place of the plot Kamituwo***

"Well.so the day after lastri gets married?"

"I, not going to let Lastri, fall in Harjito's arms, Lastri should be mine. He's my Rukmini's replacement who's been missing."

ha.ha...

"Do your disguises..! We split into two parts." Kamituwo Sardi is very ambitious.

Sardi's plotters gathered to arrange a stratagem.

"By tricking them as invited guests, with tayub'an entertainment. They will not suspect ."

"I have to find a strong alibi, to fool them. If I'm not the culprit, Sulastri's abduction."

"You who move in the crowd, and I myself will go to the house of Ndoro Atmosiman. I'm sure Sundirah is at home unattended, Slamet or Mahendra."

Kamituwo Sardi's explanation at length.

"Kang. for what you brought the pregnant woman, she will obviously trouble our movement. Especially in a moment, she's going to give birth." Bogel asked a question to Kamituwo.

plaques..

"Stupid you gel..!"

One of them, hit Bogel on the head.

"Because Sundirah will be a treasure field for us later. Duh...why do you goblog bener gel... Bogels..!" Summute kamituwo's other men

Ha ..ha..

"I remind you once again...! Not a single scratch, a wound on the body of Lastri and Sundirah. Because...! bet you'll be dealing with me." Threaten Sardi to them.

"But kang...! the young envoy corporal Prapto, must be around the house of Djaelani lurah." Bogel's back.

"I know, therefore, that you must also be vigilant. Personnel Prapto certainly not a little, considering Djaelani will also be present at the wedding Pastri." Kamituwo's message to his flock.

Their conversation, getting late with the investigation of raids on the residence of Djaelani lurah.

"Then after you've brought Lastri, I'll catch up with you to our spot in South Blitar."

Kamituwo opened a map of the location, studying the route for the journey to their hideout.

"Do you all understand?" Sardi's eyes stared one by one at the members of his plot.

They nodded in unison.

"But remember...! again, none of you hurt the skin of those two women, they're mine."

"Himwawawa y'all as his bet." Sardi clarified his words that were not kidding anymore.

the society's disbanded, and they're back to having fun.

Inner kamituwo full of revenge dance, Angan-angan Kamituwo Sardi, far laugh about the success he will achieve.

"You have to be rich before you marry Rukmini".

Sick....! Sure hurts. The insults are impregnated, the passage of time is not able to erase, Grief, and longing.

"Sulacquers...! You have to pay your father's debt. paid off."

"And you are Sundirah, you are my treasure field."

"There is no way Ndoro Atmosiman, with Mahendra to let you in my shackles."

"Haa.ha.ha..ha. through yourself Dirah! I'll get what I want."

"Haha.ha..haaa....!"

All eyes were on Sardi, "Kang..."

"haa.ha.ha.ha .. come on my lady, we're having fun. Give me your spoiled scream, I'll quench your thirst." One of Sardi's men was drunk apparently. While pulling the woman's arm roughly.

"Wir... Wowi how are you? he hasn't seen us in a long time, the kangen mbok." Surip, sitting next to Sundirah, opened the conversation.

"Esok kang Jito, same Lastri want to marry mbok. Maybe Warti stopped by here mbok, Sundirah also miss."

"Dirah, also can't wait for the birth of the baby. Then officially married to mas Hendra." Sundirah smiled very sweetly.

Surip smiled, stroking Sundirah's long hair.

"Life happily Sundirah, your children are your happiness, your husband is your future paradise. Warmth in the family is not measured by the size of the area of his house, but the extent of happiness that occupies.” Surip's old hand was holding Dirah's cheek.

"The MBok...! thank you, you are so grateful. Without bitterness, maybe Dirah does not feel the sweetness of life today."

"Thank you mbok." She returned Surip's embrace.

The waiting of the baby, always gives positive energy and happiness. Whoever it is.

Mahendra painstakingly, served Sundirah's needs.

And, the one who most impatiently awaits the presence of the little one is Atmosiman. Even he did not hesitate to stroke Sundirah's distended stomach.

In that era, the romance of a relationship is very limited with the ethics of uploading very thick. All will be subject to their respective social positions and boundaries.

"Mas.we will become grandparents.If she is a woman, I will teach her a great knowledge and insight."

"Oh .. no dek.. he will be born male, I will bring him to be successful, and continue our efforts later." Karmilah said, Atmosiman has interrupted him. And there was a commotion in joking, they were fighting over grandchildren.

Mutual guesses of gender/sex, because at that time, it was still rare to do ultrasound to know the sex of the fetus.if in the past, maybe by studying, habits and forms of body changes the mother #possible😅

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