Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl

Wedding Reception 3

"Lo sure, would you like to do it?" sandra asked with a dismissive smile.

"Why do you hesitate, or you fear losing this fight."

"You mean?"

"Ck don't you understand?"

"This is all, you know, I used to tell you about what I did to Ben when I was a kid."

"About miscarriage nyokap lo, or about_"

"Everything." interrupted Alby quickly.

"So how, you still have doubts about my abilities?" alby put on his haughty face.

"Al, you don't feel it anyway, if so far you really have become a figure of a brother who is very cruel to your sister!"

"Lo sure, still want to do it, you still want to destroy your sister's life?" sandra made sure.

"Why the hell, you shouldn't be happy if we work together."

Sandra shook her head, smiling mysteriously, "Gue enjoys working with a heartless human like Elo, so I don't have to be afraid if one day you will stop and become a traitor."

"So?"

"Deal!" the two shook hands and threw each other Arti-filled smiles.

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"Gar woy, you're not horrified! that's your phone sounding straight up!" Arsen kicked the leg of the chair the Algar was occupying.

"It doesn't matter, at least the stove credit!"

"Eh indiscriminate ret camp, look who knows what's important!" said Arsen with a little urgency.

"Elahhh, my phone is sewot!" algar grumbled, grumbling, as he reached for the flat object he had kept in his pants pocket.

And he was astonished, when he saw a name that had called him many times.

"Mama! mampus me." he muttered, immediately he called back the number of the mother.

"Why ma?" ask him, when the phone is connected.

"Where are you going, mama don't pick up?"

"Sorry ma, that was euhmz anu_"

"Old ah, hunt to pick up mama in front of the gate!"

"Well, have you arrived?"

"Hmmm, spout!"

After hanging up the phone Algar stepped wide towards the gate of the building which is quite far.

"Algar thought mama didn't come here ma," exclaimed Algar when he met his mother.

"Oh so, yaudah yuk in!"

"Wait a minute!" Anita restrains the arm of her son who is about to walk back into the building.

"Why ma?"

"So that was where it used to be, until no phone call from mama, what are you doing hah, until it was not so?"

"Sorry ma, that was I think who called the stove creditors who used to pass in front of our house_ Aww,!" squealing Algar when his stomach pinched the mother very tight.

"About!" said Anita who now walks into the building first, while the Algar follows her still grimacingly holding her stomach.

The deg!

Anita was stunned in the doorway, when she found the figure of the bride who was smiling sweetly towards the invited guests who were greeting and congratulating her.

Not because of her beauty that amazes her, but because her face is so exactly when she was young.

"Ma, how come you're dumb?" asked Algar when the mother was silent with her eyes straight ahead.

"Ehmmm, not Al, mama_mama just feel that your speech is right, it's_"

"Oh, the princess you mean?" sidelines Algar, when he realized the gaze of the mother who was fixated on the figure of the Princess, who was the wife of his best friend.

"Algar is right ma, then now we meet him yuk ma!"

"Yeah!"

The deg!

Anita was stunned again, with a racing heart, when her eyes accidentally saw the figure of Arfan who was holding Yani approaching the Princess.

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"Ma, what's wrong?" asked Algar when he realized the mother's body was stiffening.

While Anita looks nervous, trying to neutralize her heartbeat that is pounding incoherently, and trying to display her best smile.

"Mom's okay, let's go there!" anita answered with a sigh of heaviness.

"But seriously, are you sure it's okay?"

"Ck, good mom Al, you look rich worrying about that?"

"Finally my mom looks rich_"

"Udah ah, if you make sure mama chat continues, when to meet the bride."

"Yes-yes!"

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