
“Nah already saucy hehehe,” Sri Ajeng dress her brother.
“It is ready not yet the bride, pak penghulu has come.” Bu Muji appeared from behind the door.
“Wrap bu heheheh,” makeup job done.
Time to bring the bride and groom together in front of the penghulu. Prapto appears wearing a robe-style South-East South-East South-South-South-South-South-South-South-South-South-West Timus dress.
“Wans... Gawat... Wan Abu drugged..” the driver was terrified as if being chased by a demon.
“Ava max enthe disrupt wedding Anna?” glared at the driver who ran away in a storm.
“It Wan.... Umi's... Umi dataaang kemariiiii.” Prapto's legal wife followed coming to the village.
“Ava? You don't get me wrong seeing that Anna's coming here?” Prapto was surprised his wife hunted him to the area.
“You do not macem-macem want to go yes, the business can be up to lo police!” mr. Muji pulled the Prapto's collar.
“Good... Anna will soon marry a paternal child as soon as possible, pak penghulu immediately read his ijab qobulnya!” Prapto told me to get to the point quickly.
“Sseeeelllloooowww aaaaajaaaaaaaa massssss-nnyyaaaa, kkkaaaaaallllauu sahhh sahhh suaamiii wifiii mauuu ngapaiin yaa ter ser aaaahhhh.” Her predecessor really slow motion spoke.
Infuriated with the lowness of the pengulu finally Mr. Muji took the initiative to marry directly.
“SAH” all simultaneously say the official sign of husband and wife relationship religiously.
“A B U L A T U P!!!!!” The first wife of Prapto.
Large-bodied women, wearing black veils enter the room of the former sacred event.
“How dare you run away from Anna's house?” pull Prapto's arm until his body is half standing.
“Amm... Forgive Umi, Abi only follows the Sunnah of the Apostle. Un-to marry a girl who needs per-help.” His feet were trembling and his lips were in a rage.
“Umi doesn't care, anyway Abi has to go back home!”
No one dared to interfere with the procession of taking Prapto at Pak Muji's house. His wife brought a big executioner and horrified his stature. So that Prapto prefers to resign brought to the city with his wife. Go the entourage of Prapto's wife to go from this beloved Sukamager village.
“Wans... Wan Abu wait... I missed..” Prapto driver missed with his car.
“Hahahaha her employer left, left her driver.”
“Yah just got married has been taken away tuh lakinya, can not be empit-narrow cruut dong ntar even hahahaha.”
“Pity for his son Mr. Muji, after marriage eh is not the same virgin. But the husband of the hahahahaha.”
The residents who handir joined sneer at the embarrassing incident earlier. As a result, Sri Dewi went into the room, followed by her mother. In the room, Sri Dewi cried. Not because of her husband's abandonment, but shame on the stamp as a snatch of people's husbands.
“Hoaaammm,” Sri Ayu who originally slept well now have to wake up again. The noise from the room next to him disturbed the tranquility of his dreams.
Wrapped in a blanket on his body he went to bathe at times, where he used to bathe his kebo-kebos. Byuurrrrrr.... The sound of the river flow is divided by the impact of Sri Ayu's free-falling body....
“Ahhhhhh..” Sri Ayu's head appears to the clear water surface of the river.
Noticed the natural atmosphere around is still quiet, as calm as usual. He swam in all directions without any disturbance. Only the sound of nature blends with the harmony of wildlife.
Unlike the precarious conditions in his house. Mr. Muji broke up the line of guests gossiping for women. And the ranks of the buffet makers of fathers and children. The condition of the house that is not conducive is what makes Sri Ayu choose to run away. Rather than a noisy and intrigue-filled home.