Fistfuls

Finally

As promised, Papa also fulfilled the request of his beloved daughter, by investing for his brother Karin's company, even now the two friends have improved again. Karin feels a great debt with Gita who is always there to help her when she is in trouble, but she still does not do good to Karin, now she promises to be a good friend to the girl.

Gita, the girl has also received a sincere apology from Karin, despite not knowing in the future will return like they were when they were teenagers or not, I don't know. Gita also felt guilty because the actions of the Papa made Karin what she is today, but the woman did not mind him, Karin felt it was a reprimand for her.

Gita is now relieved, one by one the problem is over, there is no grudge with anyone, she is ready to continue her future life with someone she loves very much, right today her wedding will be on the title. Already since five in the morning, Gita sat in front of the mirror with two people who had since polished her face tirelessly.

"Goddessa Mama's child is very beautiful," said Mama when she first saw her daughter's face that had been touched by make-up.

Gita smiled she also admired the results of MUA fingers prepared by Mama Sita, the results were so satisfying, even her thick face because the powder did not feel heavy at all, the polish was so light as no make-up.

Finished applying makeup Gita, the two best perias also resigned, giving room for the mother and child, it seems the Mama wants to say something without being heard by the two MUA.

"Honey, in the next few hours your status has changed to a wife. Mama's message, be a wife who obeys her husband as long as his orders do not violate the rules of God. Keep your marriage, in order to be a whole family until death separates, do not imitate the actions of Mama and Papa." Mama rubbed the back of the girl in white clothes.

"Pray Ma, that I may be a good wife and sholihah for my husband." It was very painful to shed tears, but he realized it was impossible to shed tears at this time.

"Surely, Mama always prayed for kindness for all the children." Mama looked at Gita with a smile, "Don't cry, it's your happy day. Later you may cry if you are legitimate, but happy crying," he said again, realizing that Gita's eyeballs began to dew, he immediately grabbed a tissue and removed the dew before dripping

"The crying save for later tonight, Mama is not sure if later tonight you do not cry," seduced Mama, immediately make Gita meet face and look the girl is wrong behavior.

"What the hell is that talking? I don't understand" he said spoiled.

"Let's not tense, because soon your arjuna utters a sacred sentence that will unite you in a halal bond," out of nowhere Mama gets such a sentence, like not just Mama.

"Well, poetic mom, who's teaching? Don't tell Papi Lucy that Mama taught you to be like that" Gita recalls, she tried to divert her nervousness.

"Where could your Papi be like that, he remembered only the chapters that Mama did not know before, now memorized outside the head because of each day of food chapter,"

Gita laughed at the sneer of the Mama, could not imagine how dizzy Mama when she heard Papi Luky confide, let alone vent about work problems, very complicated and maybe a lot of new things that Mama knows.

"Tuh, right, even ngetawain Mama? As long as you know yes, Mama is very happy to get a life companion like Papi, you must also be happy like Mama." Mama looked back at the face of her daughter who was still laughing because of her words earlier.

"Ma, is Papi not romantic? I became curious, because Mama and Papi rarely make out in front of us," asked Gita curious about the relationship between Mama and Papi Luky.

"Who said? Papi's romantic, but it's our secret. We know ourselves not to make out in front of singles," said Mama made Gita grunt and this time replace Mama who laughed.

"But soon I'm not single. There's something wrong with boating." Gita smiled, not even imagining what.

"Normally also sleep accompanied by your brother, right?" mama's question made Gita pursed her lips.

"That's different Ma!" his protest.

"You ah Mama, I'm going down to find a future husband." Gita moved from her seat, she could not wait to see the sweet face of her future husband who had not seen her for one week at all. Ah, this longing became even more when he heard the young man's speech through the loudspeaker.

"Let's love, it's been very impatient anyway," Mama continued to tease her daughter made Gita frown, and finally the woman no longer teased Gita, choosing to encourage the girl.

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"Huh?"

"Well,"

"Well,"

The word 'sah' echoed throughout the star-rated hotel ballroom. Just now a man with dimples was tying a girl he loved in halal marriage ties. The hand that had been cold and trembling since then had now warmed up, after that sacred speech he spoke in one breath. Now that the girl he loved so much was legitimately his wife, he always expressed gratitude for the gift given to him.

A sweet smile rose from his lips when he saw the sweet girl who had just held the status of his wife was the way by being flanked by two women who were very important in the girl's life, the biological mother and the connecting Mama who look similar without any difference in terms of his face.

"You're so beautiful, Brother Pangling," he whispered as the girl sat right by his side.

"Whispers later yes, now we finish this first. Please sign here." The regent made the girl blush embarrassed, fortunately her face was full of make-up, otherwise it was certain that the face looked flushed.

The procession of ijab qobul is over, the bride and groom become impromptu artists, various poses are taken by the photographer, ranging from them installing a wedding ring to sitting in the guarantee. Once felt enough, the event was continued with the reception to be held today as well, starting from noon after dhuhur until night. Both brides have enough rest before the reception.

"You can rest but remember not to do something that makes the bride unable to do the reception now, you can do that later the night after everything is over," said Mama who has always been chatty according to Gita.

"Mama!" the girl's protest blushed in shame, Mama had always discussed such a thing since, I don't know what the mother thought.

"That's right what your mom said, son. Or you can rest in a different room" proposed Aunt Arini.

"We will not do that Ma, Tan, just need a short rest," said Indra objected if he had to rest apart, he wanted to hug his wife at this time, he said, because his yearning for one week did not meet became the main reason.

"All right, you guys take a break, remember don't fuck around! Mama just doesn't want a reception as fancy as it should be a crow because the bride can't walk, you can do anything but that." After saying that, Mama closed the door and immediately left them both.

Indra immediately locked the door of the room, did not want anyone to enter without permission, because he did not want to be disturbed at this time. The first thing he did after closing the room door was to tightly hug his wife's body, the girl returned his embrace no less tightly.

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