DRIBBLE
THORN BARRIER #1
Sunday morning at 8.00 wib, Mr. Asrul's spacious yard began to be filled with luxury cars parked on the right side to the backyard. They were invited guests who were mostly business relations of Mr. Asrul and some of his close friends. The invitations were limited to 100.
Seeing the clothes of those who come can already be examined by the naked eye if they are people from the upper class. Luxury suits with ties that can cost 2 weeks to eat maybe even a month downstairs hang decorating their clothes. The wives who often call themselves the Mothers of socialites appear to stand in a group of jewelry and brandid handbags worth hundreds of millions of fun chatting occasionally accompanied by laughter adorning the meteka.
Hafizah stood in the middle flanked by papah and mamahnya look very beautiful. Although dressed simple and simple only wear kebaya with the dominance of gold color combined with the color of the hijab but still looks classy. All three stood in front of the area where the ceremony was held which was made like a gate of various flowers forming the entrance to welcome the invited guests. His third smile continued to expand never lost to decorate the face of welcome and mernyalami his guests filled with happiness.
Mr. Asrul occasionally dazed to see the guests who arrived, he seemed to be looking for guests who were very much awaited. Although his hand shook the hands of his guests while continuing to smile but his eyes always glanced towards the arrival of the guests. But suddenly the face of the sumringah sir Asrul suddenly disappeared immediately changed with a cold face and a look full of hatred.
He wept among the invited guests who were walking towards him, it appears that a fat man with a distended stomach walks hand in hand with a woman wearing very striking jewelry and in the middle walks a skinny young man with long hair.
"Asruuul, how are you?" Ask the fat man who is none other than the boss Anggoro and his son and wife.
Boss Anggoro then looked at Hafizah with a widening smile, saying; "Wow, my future son-in-law is really very beautiful..." Boss Anggoro intended to greet Hafizah but Hafizah only replied by cupping his hands in front of his chest.
Boss Anggoro felt shocked, his facial features changed because of his handshake call was answered with a tangle of tanga, but the fat and distended man quickly mastered the situation back then turned to his son.
"Doni, look beautiful, don't you?" said boss Anggoro grinning at his son.
Hafizah suddenly shuddered with disgust as the fat and distended man said his future son-in-law. As well as his papa, Mr. Asrul was also very sick of seeing the behavior of Boss Anggoro and his son, immediately he threw his gaze away. But at the same time his gaze saw a small group seen in the distance, two young men and a woman. The face of Mr. Asrul was immediately visible sumringah.
"Please, Anggoro's boss peddle." said Mr. Asrul lazy to invite to quickly enter.
Then there were the other guests who kept coming. Not long after that the guest who was waiting for Mr. Asrul appeared.
"Neng, this is his special guest." whispered Mr. Asrul to Hafizah with a bright smile while pointing at a young man with a beautiful woman and a young man with curly hair.
Hafizah was stunned to see the young man her papa pointed to. His instincts said it must not be a young man with curly hair. Because charmingly the curly-haired young man clearly lost two levels with one other young man despite both wearing a blazer. Unconsciously there were fine rushes controlling his body while staring at the young man in question his papa, his chest instantly pounding.
The young man along with a beautiful woman and a curly young man began to walk closer and the chest pounding Hafizah increasingly felt. Unfortunately when Hafizah looked into his eyes, unexpectedly simultaneously the young man also looked at him, the eyes of both of them clashed unintentionally. Then the next second the two became misbehaving themselves while turning their eyes away with a smile implied on the lips of Hafizah and the young man.
"Assalamualaikum, Om, aunty.." said the young man representing his small entourage and then saluted Mr. Asrul.
"Wa'alaikum hail, Guntuuur... Thank you for coming all the way from Bandung," replied Mr. Asrul after returning a handshake and then he hugged him tightly.
"Thunder? His name is as handsome as his person, hihihi.." murmured Hafizah in heart.
When hugged, Mr. Asrul, Thunder's face facing behind automatically saw Hafizah with a very close distance. Hafizah and Thunder's eyes clashed again, Thunder's heart beating fast, nervousness instantly overpowered his body. Likewise with Hafizah, his cheeks immediately became red.
"Well, why is your heart suddenly pounding Gun?" said Mr. Asrul let go of his hug and then looked at Thunder's face full of anxiety.
Mr. Asrul then turned to Hafizah's face, it turns out that his daughter was blushing with both cheeks red. Mr. Asrul understood why Thunder looked nervous, he immediately melted the stiff and stiff atmosphere.
"Well, here's what Om told you. This is Om's daughter, her name is Hafizah, you got it?" said Mr. Asrul break the stiffness of the atmosphere.
"Ih, papah." sidelines Hafizah pinched his papa arm spoiled.
"Neng, this is Thunder son of his friend papah who yesterday papah storyain let's shake hands." said Mr. Asrul then embrace the shoulder of Thunder and the shoulder of Hafizah.
"Thunder.." said Thunder extending his hand with a sweet smile.
The sight of Thunder and Hafizah clashed again, but this time with a smile that was equally sweet in the eyes of the two young men. Desires of happiness crawled the hearts of the two while continuing to throw smiles at each other.
"Om, like the hand of Thunder there is glue tuh," chirped Kunto who felt long waiting for his turn to shake because Thunder had not yet moved.
"Maha..."
"Maha..."
"Maha..."
Mr. Asrul, his wife and mother Karmila immediately laughed out loud at Kunto's chirping. Thunder and Hafizah gasped in shock at the speech accompanied by the roar of laughter hurriedly released his hands with a blushing face. Then Thunder shifted his position standing beside Hafizah. A pair of Thunder eyes instantly glared towards Kunto's gauntness implying vengeance. "Awas you!" thunder in the heart.
"This is my friend Om, his name is Kunto. She was a rare product born was already curly," between Gintur in the middle of the laughter made everything again chuckle.
"Well, Neng, this is Mila's mother the wife of the late Mr. Aryo. Ms Mila is my wife and this is my daughter" said Mr. Asrul introduced himself at the end of his laughter.
"How are you doing, Jeng?" say mamahnya Hafizah then cipika cipiki.
"Alhamdulillah, good Jeng.." reply mamah Karmila.
"According to Jeng's grief," continued Hafizah.
"Thank you Jeng," returned Karmila and then turned to greet Mr. Asrul.
After greeting Mr. Asrul, mamah Karmila was stunned for a moment before Hafizah while looking at his face with a fluffy smile.
"Neng geulis pisan, very beautiful." said Mamah Karmila stretched out her hand.
"Ah aunt.. can aja," replied Hafizah blushing to greet the greeting mama Karmila and then kissed her hand.
Mamah Karmila smiled and hugged Hafizah while whispering, "Be the daughter-in-law of Neng's mother."
Without realizing it, Hafizah immediately said Mamah Karmila, "God willing Aunty.."
"Well, call him aunty.." - sergeant papah Hafizah who heard the whispers of Mamah Karmila.
"Yes Mah" Hafizah reflexively repeated it.
"Naaah, so dong, hahahaha.." said Papah Hafizah accompanied by laughter all over.
"Come, let's all sit in front. We start the show immediately." invite Mr. Asrul then step onto the stage of the event.
Unwittingly by Mr. Asrul, four pairs of eyes full of rage had been watching him from the seat of the invited guest chair. As the two families walked on the red carpet that was spread across the seating chairs, the guests headed forward, a pair of eyes stared intently furiously at Mr. Asrul and another pair of eyes stared intently at Thunder implying an explosive fury.
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