FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Pick up Yas's sister

“Budi? Are you ready?” I asked Budi who was standing firmly on my left side.

“Each commander!!” Budi put his hand on the forehead, typical of people respect.

“Priest? Are you ready??” I asked the Imam who was both standing to my right.

“Each commander!!” The Imam did the same with Budi, sticking his hand on his forehead.

“Good, let's go!!” My orders to them, by coding, flicking my fingers.

“Each commander!!” shout them compact.

Yep, we are now on our way to Mamah's house and Papah's in-laws, to fight for my love for Kak Yas.

My spirit is burning, my longing is stirring, encouraging me to do everything for my beloved wife. Brother Yas.

“Huuuhhh ... Brother, your husband is struggling!! Do’ me!!” I round my hand, looking out of the car.

“Aishhhh .. why is he so ridiculous?? Since marriage he's been crazier again, hasn't he?” The Imam looked at Budi who was sitting in the back seat.

“Ck, the person who is the casmaran of his mind is always beyond reason, just let him be so” said Budi, do not want to be dizzy with everything I do.

Ah, sometimes I'm so grateful to have friends like them, they're always there at whatever moment happens to me. Including now, when I was on a mission to pick up Kak Yas.

An hour's drive to Kak Yas's house, we arrived in front of Kak Yas's house. I got out of the car, walked around.

“Ish ... Why are you walking to catch Zain's precipitate??” Budi patted my ass.

“We will want to run an important mission” I replied while scratching my head.

“Zain!! walk like a real man, who will pick up his woman, like this!!” Budi demonstrate the way of the dashing, I had chuckled.

“Ah, yes to add your good looks wear this” Imam put sunglasses on my eyes.

“Hah?? Why is it dark??” I was looking at the road.

“Dasar tacky! Knock on sunglasses!” shouted Imam.

“Hush, not even on the debate, we must be calm, hhhuuuhhh ..hhhhaaaahhh Take a breath and let it out.

“Alright, if you walk behind me” my orders to my two best friends.

“Ready!” shout them compact.

I started walking towards the door.

Tok ... tok ....

I knocked on the door with excitement. But, silence there is no answer.

Tok ... tok ...

I knocked on the door even harder,

“Why not open??” I looked at my two servants.

“Iiissshhh .. basic human nora, can love make you cheer this Zain?? how long have you lived here??” The priest asked me.

“Lumayan long ago, why??” many confused.

“Noh!! You press the bell, instead of ketok“ the Imam points at the bell with his face, looking annoyed.

“Oouuuhhh .. I even forgot it” I immediately grabbed the bell attached beside the door.

Ting tong .. ting tong .. ting tong ...

“Hooh, why is my hand shaking huh??” I showed my hands to both of my servants.

“Maybe his presence has approached Zain” Budi shuddered.

“Hah?? Whose presence?” many confused.

“Onoh“ Budi pointed with his face, giving me a code if there is someone before me.

“Hhh ... Astagfirullah!!” I cried out in shock, when I saw Papah-in-law standing straight in front of me. With her belly.

“A assalamu’alaikum Papah” I immediately shook his hand.

“Hmhh“ replied, making me more shudder, at once the Imam and Budipun came down, somewhere their guts from earlier were so burning.

“Hhhuuuhhh .. You should be able to Zain!!! You are a real man, mature and present!!” I screamed in my heart, strengthening myself.

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