FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Day H

Day H ...

Finally the event that was waiting for arrived, Zain and I were together on a lap, like a king and queen. In the past, I saw Udin and Zanet who were together at a gathering like this, that night I was so disappointed, but today, I am so happy, what God's promise is true, God took something that I thought was good until I was disappointed, to be replaced with something better. Zain my husband.

In the end, the reception in the modern style is the choice of parents, after endless heated debate, between having to use the Javanese or sundanese customs, finally both Mamah relented, and took the middle road, he said, with the choice falls on modern style.

I wore my favorite pink peach dress, with sequins studded here and there, with a pashmina hijab that was not long, but covered my chest. A small silver-colored crown perched on top of my head.

While Zain, using tuxedo in the same color as the dress I use, adudu .. guantengnya my husband, more cute with pink peach, although previously this color was the subject of our debate as well, he said, he said the pink color was not very male, dih... already feel like a mighty man he, ck. How are you doing with the doraemon?? You didn't?? He still uses it a lot. He ...

Hundreds of times we changed styles when taking pictures, only half the event I feel so tired, my feet feel very dark, because too long standing with high heels. While Zain, he was so engrossed in the show, he seemed to enjoy it a lot.

“Son's smile dong” pinta Zain when somehow I a few hundred times Fotoghrafer ordered me to change style again.

“Yes, this is already a smile kok” whispered me.

“Kak, this event is only once in a lifetime you” whispered again.

“Iya!” my answer.

The photographer again directed me to change poses,

“Had, really big pegel ni kaki” I crouched down, fixed my shoes, it felt like my legs were abrasive.

“Arjuna??” that voice, I know him.

“Arjuna ireng bhhaaaa” that laugh, I also know him.

I immediately got back to my feet, to greet them, and I saw two of Zain's best friends laughing out loud pointing at Zain's face. Zain followed up laughing, then they embraced, I smiled at their familiarity, although in my heart a bit of a glut, afraid they made the atmosphere so chaotic, well ... as if their hobbies are making a move.

“Beautiful sister congratulations yaa” they took turns to greet me.

“Zaiiiinnn!! congratulations yaa” suddenly from a distance a group of people waved their hands at Zain.

“Pak Reuben!” Zain waved his hand back.

“Oh, maybe it's Zain's coworker who often told me” I smiled to make my head.

“Evil you Zain!! I thought you weren't married!” the bespectacled woman hit Zain's hand with her small bag, while advancing her lips.

Ish .. I don't like that.

“Eeehheee .... “ Zain scratching, the habit of he likes it so much, so,

“Zain, why did you precede me??” now the slim woman who was still quite young stomped her feet in front of us, then greeted Zain.

Ish ... I also do not like him, his makeup is very menor, in the office he must also be passionate about Zain.

“Zain, can we donate a song??” now the plump woman who asked, she looked a little calm.

“Aaaaaaaa fun!!” they shouted compactly, then went straight to the stage, drove away the original singer, then replaced by them.

“Zain?? Why are your friends buggers all??” I whispered, I thought Imam and Budilah would be troublemakers, it turned out that even his office friends Zain, while Imam and Budi were busy trying all the food served, while tempting the girls. Ish, they are basic!.

“Eeehhheee, sorry Kak” Zain whispered back to me.

Some time I and all the invitations were fixated with all the riots they did on my show, suddenly laughter filled the room of this building.

How can we not be amused??

Chorus is flat, discordant, with a variety of genres, there are pop, dangdut and seriosa, into one. Zain's friends have been an entertainment for all of our invitations.

After they got off the stage, I shook hands with the endless invited guests again,

“Zain, I'm tired” I'm back whispering to Zain.

“Iya Brother, I want to hurry up the night just” Bisik Zain looked at me while raising his eyebrows, with his perverted smile. Ish ...

“Zain, I want to pee” I said while lifting the end of the dress I was wearing.

“I interkak” bargain Zain.

“No need Zain, I can myself” replied me.

Grreeeeeppp ...

Suddenly Zain held my body, which was wrapped in a super ribet dress.

All the invited guests stared at us, and cheered us, until my face turned red

“Hhhuuuuuhhhh ..”

“Ciiieeeeeee ..”

“Eekkkkhheeemmm ..”

And all the other screams, though,

“Zain, get me down, I'm ashamed” whispered me while covering my face

“Keep, don't be ashamed, from now on, wherever you go I'm not fatong” replied Zain chuckling.

In Zain's sling, I closed my eyes, it feels like today I am truly the queen, the queen who reigns in my husband Zain's heart. Being able to be Zain's wife, was an unparalleled happiness for me. I even felt ashamed, when I was first married to Zain, how many times the thought of wanting to separate from him crossed my mind, True indeed, what we think is good, what we think is good, not necessarily good according to God, but what is good according to God is certainly good for us. Now I will try to follow God's scenario sincerely.

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