Doctor Naura

Chapter 93 Bang Fathur's Wedding

Busyness is happening again like when I and bang Zamy were married, a wedding preparation is underway. From the completion of the dawn prayer yuk Zaidar has dressed a pair of bride-to-be at the house of mbak Nindya. Sometimes silly things happen. Nindya felt

extremely insecure dimakeup by yuk Zaidar. When yuk Zaidar put a powder base that is rather thick according to him, then Nindya even remove it with a wet tissue. When paired with a slightly bright lipstick, slowly mbak Nindya back wiped with her hijab.

"Fathuuurrr.., here Thuuurrr." Yuk Zaidar was overwhelmed by Nindya.

"Why yuk?" Bang Fathur approaching.

"This is your future wife, please hold her hand so she doesn't wipe the mek-apan ayuk on her face." Yuk Zaidar complained while joking. Hearing Yuk Zaidar's explanation, immediately Bang Fathur sat cross-legged right beside Mbak Nindya. Both of his hands immediately held both hands mbak Nindya whose face immediately reddened with embarrassment.

A chance at narrowness....

Madam Nindya let go of Bang Fathur's handrails. His chest skipped a beat as they touched. Plus there is yuk Zaidar, Mbak Nindya increasingly embarrassed made. Shame mixed with a warm pounding that can not be held.

"Already let go." by pulling his hand Mbak Nindya stared at the prospect of her husband.

"Hold Thur." while chuckling yuk Zaidar even happy to tease mbak Nindya who was so shy.

"Please bang ah! Nindya promise yuk, will not play delete 'eventful' again. It's up to Zaidar to do what, but not thickness." Nindya spoke directly for both. Bang Fathur looked funny at his future wife.

"No thickness really, have made it in such a way as your beautiful face Nindy...." Yuk Zaidar replied.

"Yes yuk, don't be thick, Nindy will be like ondel-ondel...." Nindya is still not confident.

"Hahaha.., tang neng nang neng nong neng nang neng nong...." Bang Fathur bent his head in an ondel-ondel fashion.

"Where there is white skin like this so ondel-ondel, even if in 'caping' so cetaaaarrrr later. Shut up Nin, let's make you prettier than Syahrini...." Yuk Zaidar joked again. Bang Fathur heard it.

"OK, but let go of Nindy's hand.." It's not clear who Nindya's talking to, just hang up the sentence. The point was that he did not want to keep his hands in Bang Fathur's grasp for too long. His chest began to cramp feeling an uncomfortable comfort at that moment.

"Let go no yuk?" Bang Fathur with his sinless face asked Yuk Zaidar who began to concentrate on fixing makeup on Nindya's mother's face.

"Take it off, you're enjoying the job too much." Yuk Zaidar even teases Bang Fathur who is deliberately utilizing his moment.

"Haha.... Yuk Zaidar call me again if you need Fathur's help...." Bang Fathur laughed while standing up. Yuk Zaidar just grinned, while mbak Nindya grumbled to herself while continued by yuk Zaidar.

Then, after about two hours, everything was done. Madam Nindya already looks so beautiful, even prettier than me first. Many times yuk Zaidar praised her beauty.

"Fathuurrr.." again yuk Zaidar called the eldest mother, the bride-to-be who hurried back closer after helping bang Rahman tidy the carpet in the living room.

"Yes yuk...., need to be held again?" with the spirit of the nosy man approaching.

"Ngarep very much you want to hold on, then hold on to it, now it's your turn to dance." Yuk Zaidar decides the spirit of Bang Fathur to hold Nindya's hand again.

"Wear clothes only yuk, do not need to be dressed again, women who dance." He put on a face. It's time for something ridiculous to happen. As Bang Zamy told him, Bang Fathur had imagined, his finely-mined face like his sister would be made as slim as possible by Yuk Zaidar. The shaving of various feathers growing on the face into the category of dandan for yuk Zaidar.

"All dandan!" Yuk Zaidar decided.

"Aduuuhhh, it's handsome like this. Don't dress up for lagilaaah." He reasoned.

"Why? If it's handsome, don't need to dress up?" while sitting down the Fathur bang to the plastic chair in the room mbak Nindya, yuk Zaidar asked bang Fathur.

"I'm afraid it will grow handsome Yuk. If it has grown handsome, fearing again even added his bride." with eyes rolling towards mbak Nindya who is being photographed by Bayu, Bang Fathur tried to tempt his future wife. But even though Nindy heard it, she acted foolishly and continued with half groggyly following the direction of the photographer.

"Huh? The bride? You're basically the one with the intention." Yuk Zaidar pulled the left ear of bang Fathur.

"Haha...." Bang Fathur laughed off because he managed to tease yuk Zaidar despite being questioned by his future wife. But not with the real Nindya. Shortly after bang Fathur mentioned adding the bride, his heart immediately rippled. If only he had the courage to express himself more, maybe Fathur's ear bang had been rent, Fathur's arm had been pinched, he had pinched, or the shoulder of bang Fathur may have been hit because of growling hearing jokes about other women. But that's how Ms. Nindya, she is only able to fuss, pinch and even hit the Zamy bang through delusion. Not to be realized in the real world, because he does not have enough courage to do everything.

*****

Such was the atmosphere after dawn at the house of mbak Nindya. After a pair of brides-to-be, replace Aunt Mira and the mother who was dressed, then the father and Papa, then me and Afni who had come early in the morning. Bang Zamy and Bang Rahman. We besides a pair of brides-to-be wore the uniform that my mother had previously given us. And according to the schedule that has been determined, with the presence of several relatives and close neighbors, the marriage took place with the judge.

"That there is a father. But how can the judge? Is his father senile?" whispered a study mother to a friend on her right who sat and watched the wedding. They were invited by RT on the advice of the mosque administrators.

"Sstttt.., don't be noisy. Usually when it's like that, it's the child of a relationship outside of marriage." The mother who was poked replied in a whisper. They then concentrate again following that sacred procession. The wedding took place in the living room of Papa's house

"Eh, that's the scene where her mother was pregnant out of wedlock, left by her boyfriend married the Governor's son long ago...." again the woman who asked first whispered back to the friend next to her.

"Owhhhh.., ituu..., which is what it seems." The woman next to him answered again.

"Mom's up, let's just listen to the ustadz's short talk, hear it's not just for the bride-to-be, but for all of us. But listen, we as women are not only ready to get married and have children, but we must always maintain our sanctity and prepare mentally to be a mother who can be the first madrassa for her child later. So that we can get our children married and have children in a legitimate marriage so that the message becomes clear." A mother of study also who seems much wiser than the mother on the right and left speak slowly immediately repeated what was just delivered by ustadz presented from the Office of Religious Affairs.

"It is a loss if the child of adultery...." Another mother whispered to compensate for the whispers of her three best friends.

"But there are still many who already know that the child of adultery is still married by his biological father...." The first woman spoke again.

"This is how the rich man, the golden maharny of a thumb...." Whispers from the direction of the women were heard again. Then another cas cis cus came back. They in addition to praising the compatibility of a pair of brides also feel very keen to have a big gold that was bought by Fathur bang for the woman he loved sincerely and has now legally become his wife. The event then continued with just eating without shaking hands. The invitation, which only ranged from the thirties, then enjoyed a special dish from the host. Before going home, they also get a souvenir in the form of a small white ceramic plate that is usually used as a place to serve cakes. The idea was sourced from me because my mother was confused to prepare a good souvenir in a sudden time. And finally eleven o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, bang Fathur has legitimately become the father continued from Annisa. She's so happy.

Soon we were ready to go home because there was already a special person who would take care of all that was left of the second marriage bang Fathur.

*****

Arriving at home, the mother went straight to the room, prayed and went out of the house with Yuk Mairoh refreshing to Ramayana and Bangka Trede Centre (BTC) armed with five million rupiah cash. While the father and Papa had already made the agreement Zuhur spent time together in fishing bawal fish in the direction of Sungailiat. Bang Rahman and Afni? They went to Transmart and Best Cinema and watched in masks. Stay me and bang Zamy at home. Since we were already on leave, we did not go to the office, just enjoying a beautiful afternoon in a private room.

"How do you feel, baby?" Bang Zamy asked me.

"About what?" a little confused I asked.

"It's all about the taste that's on you right now" like the piece of song she replied. I smiled sweetly hearing it.

"Grand was happy, finally the two severed knots were intertwined fittingly." I answered.

"You think they fit?" Bang Zamy asked again.

"Perfect combination, one shy, another 'petitilan' (debuted evil). I convey my judgment.

"May they be happy forever."

"Aamiin, so do we." Aamin.., uh....,"

"Our house was left open because Rohim and Fredy were standing guard. Only the room slowly bang Zamy the key before approaching me.

"You want a pre-natal consultation?" He began to nosily approach me who was just lying on the bed with a cell phone in hand.

"No need." I answered ketus. He just hears it. Then bang Zamy fell down next to me. He lifted my head for a moment and moved it leaning on his right shoulder. I felt my breath getting more and more flexible when I was in his arms. Happiness that never decreases. I looked spoiled towards him with a tilt of the body. So is he. Bang Zamy tilted his body to the right, facing me, we faced. Our hands rub each other against our faces. I was even anxious and had a chance to bite his nose.

"How many kilos has it gone, baby?" Slowly bang Zamy asked while stroking my right cheek with the finger of his left hand. The hand then moved to my moving stomach.

"Twenty-one kilos."

"Waw...! But it doesn't matter, baby, you're getting fat the more sexy and seductive you look...." Bang Zamy seduced me.

"Halaaah.., just tell me if there's a wish." I teased bang Zamy who was just smiling handsomely hearing him. He not only kisses my eel now, but his kiss has begun to my lips and neck which are almost invisible again due to the tendency. Then slowly the kiss got heavier and deeper. His tongue reacted, slowly beginning to dance in my mouth, touching and twisting around my tongue. I no longer need to sell expensively, already know where the direction he is approaching me this time.

"Still able?" He asked me. I understand the question.

"For your sake, everything is still good." I even teased him.

"really? Two rounds?"

"Don't be two rounds, three ain't gonna give up." I teased him back.

"Ah is right?" He began to release his singlet and put it to the floor.

"Yes dong."

Then bang Zamy slowly returned to the anchor, kiss after kiss, page after page, touch after touch that aroused my passion. I replied to him, though not as aggressive as before. Back we are racing against halal and healthy sports.

"Bee.., thank you for still the spirit of serving your husband." Slowly bang Zamy whispered in my ear. I smiled answering.

"This is the best service in the world. How could she possibly refuse." I challenged Bang Zamy who instantly heard my whisper even more wildly. With her tenderness she aroused my love passion. And finally with his might he gave me worldly satisfaction.

"Bee...." Bang Zamy hugged me gently.

"Hemzz...." I replied with Deheman.

"Bang Fathur's getting married, why are we on our honeymoon?"

"Ask the swaying grass." I answered the question that somehow he could think of. He smiled and went to the bathroom without a thread. A minute later he came back and got into my blanket.

"Teng teng teng round two...." Bang Zamy imitated the style of a professional boxing match referee.

"Really?"

"Hemzzz..," He answered my question with Deheman instead. Then his nosy hand pulled my hand into the 'sister' hideout'. I felt something that was still challenging me to conquer.

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