Dowager Bohay

White and Gold

"Can, Honey, can. Want anything you can. Freer. I want to give everything as well. I have nothing to lose. When mukena, skullcap and prayer rugs are used, I also get the reward. So, let's just give it our all, okay?" Djiwa rubs the rose's hair gently. How much he spoiled the woman who was pregnant with her child.

"It's really good for your heart, honey. I now understand why your wealth is so much, your work is successful and your fortune is always flowing. All because you were never stingy in giving. Your life is a blessing. Not feel lacking. I'm getting proud of you." The rose stroked Djiwa's cheek gently.

"Ah .. so ge er deh praised you, dear," replied Djiwa.

"Ehem!" Rendi cleared her throat to stop a couple making out in front of her. "Sorry, boss, there's still a mother in the parlour. Couldn't his affection continue later tonight at home?"

The Rose's face instantly met red as Djiwa reprimanded Rendi. Shame especially when glancing at the mother of the owner of the house who joined in smiling. The Rose's hand pinched the Soul's arm with anxiety. Giving a code so that her husband is no longer excessive in front of others.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Understandably, I was separated from my wife for several months. After returning it feels like I always pamper him less so yes .. every time we always make out that," replied Djiwa made Roses bow their faces because of increasing embarrassment.

"It's okay, sir. I understand, especially the Father and Mother want to welcome the first child, being happy with your relationship," replied the mother of the owner of the home.

"Mom knows. My assistant spoke so out of envy, Mom. Unmarried. The son of a man is proposed to doang, married yet. Most of the plans so yes, every time I see my wife and I make out innate sensi continues," grumbled Djiwa.

The rose pinched Djiwa's arm slowly. "Darling, don't be so ah. Poor Mas Rendi, "reprove the Rose.

Rendi smiled looking at her boss diomelin. "What do you say, Ren? Let's get on with the work again!" Djiwa.

Djiwa made a plan again. Rendi took notes and Rose gave her input. Everything must be realized well for the sake of important events later.

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"I'm good no, Mas, wear this shirt?" tanya Roses who today wear a dress shirt with white gold pattern.

"Good dong. Same with my clothes. Couples." Djiwa also looks handsome and dashing with a white shirt with a gold pattern. Looks luxurious like an artist.

"Why did you choose the white and gold theme?" ask the Rose who is still pecking herself in front of the mirror. The results of the makeup that is applied to her face really make the Rose look beautiful. Panglings.

"Hmm ... Why? I chose white and gold because it has many meanings. White means marriage is sacred, do not be littered with infidelity. Gold means gold or precious. Marriage is precious in the eyes of God, the noble purpose of perfecting worship. The combination of white and gold means that marriage is sacred and worth worship. Don't get dirty with unimportant things like cheating, domestic violence and mutual suspicion and other bad things,"

"White also means that we will welcome our sacred and clean children born from the fruit of our love. Gold can be a prayer that our children are precious and shine like gold. Whatever it means, we pray for the best for our future." Djiwa kissed Rose's forehead and hugged her.

"Thank you, honey. Thank you for being present in my life. Thank you for bringing a good change in my life. Be my life companion at any time. I do not promise a life that is always beautiful and happy for you but I promise I will work for you and our children in the future" promised Djiwa.

"Together, Mas. Thank you for being present in my life. Bring a new color and get rid of everyone's misunderstanding all this time to me. If without Mas, I might still be someone who blames myself and thinks that I've killed people when in reality I didn't. Knowing me is a gift to me. Stay by my side and be my protector forever. I will also always be behind Mas, supporting Mas in his joys and sorrows. We are a couple and will forever be life's friends."

Djiwa clasped the hands of the rose and dyed it. "Aamiinu. I love you."

"Are you ready to meet the guests?" ask Djiwa.

"Ready, God willing."

Djiwa gives her arm to Rose and greeted Rose with a smile on her face. Like the prince and princess, Djiwa and Rose walked out of the multipurpose room in the orphanage.

The backyard of the parlour has been transformed into a playground by Djiwa. The children play happily. Their laughter was like a medicine that soothed the hearts of all who heard it.

Delicious food has been served. Children are free to take the food they like. Their happy faces made the invited guests feel the happiness they felt.

The arrival of Djiwa and Rose was greeted by boisterous applause from the invited guests. It turns out that Djiwa invited quite a lot as well. Roses think only close relatives, it is not.

On the left side there are employees in the Rose shop already dressed neatly. Roses also invite the fathers who always tease him. The misty-haired fathers who today appear more climatic again. Pomade that he wears until it makes his hair slippery, just ants that pass until the slip so slippery.

Next to him was a young man in black wearing an orange t-shirt. His appearance is gonjreng but he remains confident. Then there are those who like to wear koyo. On this special day, the fathers of koyo remove the koyo commonly used. The plaid shirt shirt shirt resembled the campaign shirt he was wearing. Very neat and excited.

The rest on the left are employees in Djiwa's office. Rose recognized the head of finance and HRD who yesterday looked towards his stomach continuously. Two Djiwa body guards were also seen on the back. Not to forget the Imam who participated in the mission of revenge Djiwa was also invited.

In the middle there are Mina and Pak Prabu. Behind them was a close family of Mina and Pak Prabu who looked classy. Must be from a rich family too. Arisan friends Ibu Mina and some of Pak Prabu's business partners were also invited.

On the right, the orphanage sisters were already sitting neatly. Those who played were already called and asked to sit sweetly as the event was about to start.

"Can you start Mr Djiwa's show?" ask the MC hired by Djiwa. The MC is a famous MC who used to wiri wara on TV screens.

"By, please!" answer the souls who sit sweetly in their armchairs. Of course, it is in the front right in the middle so that everyone can see the happy couple.

"Okay, we'll start the show. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, assalamualaikum warrahmatullahi wabarakatuh." MC starts opening the show.

"Waalaikumsalam warrahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied the guests present.

"Thank you for the presence of the father and mother, the invited guests at the wedding ceremony and the seven-monthly pregnancy of Mother Rose. Event this time-" Unfinished MC gave the opening sentence, suddenly there is a voice that interrupts.

"Short dong, don't start yet. Can you wait a minute?"

All eyes turned to the origin of the voice. Hmm... Who is coming?

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