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DTPH 99: Reception (END)

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"Mom, why is Mama still not ready?"

The little girl in a light blue princess dress stepped on her little legs to enter a room. Which room is where my mom is. He approached his mother and sat down near her.

The yenar who was lying on the bed could only comment on the smile he had while holding back the weakness that felt self-inflating. It feels like today the woman is very lazy to get out of bed.

"Honey, the show's still late afternoon. Why do you dress so beautiful like this? Who is dressing my darling?"

Jenar frowned when she saw the image that had looked so beautiful at eight this morning. Today is the day on which his wedding reception with Vishnu is held. It has been two days since he and his family arrived in the city of Jogja, and now they live in the residence of the Gods. As for the reception, it will start at exactly three in the afternoon. That's what makes Jenar wonder why the child has prepared in the morning like this.

"Said aunt Mara, Citra must immediately prepare Ma. We want to go to the beach because papa and Mama will marry again, and he said later also many special guests who come. This is what dressed Citra like princess and aunt Mara. It wasn't this morning, was it Ma?"

Jenar just laughed softly at Citra's chattering. The little girl thought that papa and her mother would get married again even though the reception. Apparently the sister-in-law used a trick to persuade the child to want to take a bath. Because, if you have played with Nendra, the little girl forgot to take a shower.

Jenar shifted her body position. Now, he rests his back on the headboard of the bed to be a little more comfortable.

"Honey, our show is still three in the afternoon. So it's still a long time."

"That means Aunt Mara lied dong Ma?"

Jenar rubbed the head of Citra gently, trying to give understanding to her daughter. "Tante Mara didn't mean to lie dear. Aunt Mara just wanted Citra to hasten the shower so that the body of Citra fresh. The image if you are busy playing with Dedek Nendra must have forgotten to shower, right?"

"Oh like that Ma. All right then. Now every morning, before Citra plays with Dedek Nendra, Citra takes a shower."

"Well, that's a smart kid. If you have a bath, the body will feel fresh and certainly fragrant."

The image nods its head in a sign of understanding. He stared intensely at the dress that was attached to his body. "Then, later Citra wears what clothes Ma? This is the princess's shirt Citra is wearing?"

"Partner need not worry, in the closet there is still one more gold-colored dress dear. Later Citra wears the dress to be the same as papa and Mama, okay?"

"okay Ma. In that case, Citra played the same Dedek Nendra first yes Ma. Citra wants to pinch the cheek puffed dedek Nendra. It makes a gemes."

Jenar. "Honey, Dedek Nendra don't get pinched. I'll cry, darling."

The image passed away just like leaving Jenar in the room. He returned to massage his temples that felt so dizzy. Since arriving in Jogja, every morning Jenar is always attacked by nausea that requires him to vomit all the contents in his stomach. He turned his head towards the nightstand and reached out, intending to open the nightstand drawer. But he blurted out his intentions when the clattering of one's steps was heard entering his sense of hearing.

"Darling, your face looks pale. Are you sick?"

Vishnu landed his ass on the lip of the bed. His hands stretched out to hold the wife's forehead. Not hot at all but what makes Vishnu astonished is his wife's face looks pale.

Jenar shook her head faintly while smiling faintly. "No Mas. I'm doing fine. Just a little dizzy."

"But your face looks very pale darling. And ever since we got to Jogja you've been vomiting. Did you have a drunken trip of up to three days? We go to the hospital. And or if we need to drop our show today?"

Again Jenar shook her head. "No need to. I just need a little rest, I'll recover. And our show is still we hold today."

"But Baby...."

Jenar put her index finger on Vishnu's lips. Indeed, she was impatient to convey the happy news for her husband, but she held it first, because she had a plan with the invited guests who would attend.

"Yes yes, my. I'm doing fine. I'll just rest for a while, and I'll definitely recover."

"Are you serious, honey?"

"Yes, I'm serious. Better, Mas Vishnu incandescentin my body so that it can recover soon."

Vishnu according. He took a comfortable position to be able to massage his wife's body. In the end, the leader of PT WUW was switched professions to become an impromptu masseuse.

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The atmosphere of the Glass Terrace beach, Gunungkidul this afternoon looks so crowded than usual. In a spot that is shaped like a porch of a house decorated with glass has been transformed in such a way by the WO to be the venue for the wedding reception of Vishnu and Jenar. The theme of gold color, makes anyone who comes in this place so amazed by the atmosphere.

The rocks in the middle of the ocean appear to stand firmly towering high. The sound of the waves breaking the rock sounded so soothing. They rolled around, threw themselves on the shore and left only scum on the shore.

The silhouette of twilight color also seems to spoil the sense of sight. Accompanied by the face of the sun that began to sink as if increasingly hypnotizing the visitors who were enjoying it.

Jenar and Vishnu seem to be in harmony sitting on a lap. Nothing emanated from the faces of the two other than the hue of a happy face that was so obvious. Happy because he can share happiness with loyal readers who have accompanied the journey of the author who still has many shortcomings.

"Nah Jen, sister Vishnu, these are all friends of author Rasti Yulia who is cool abis. From them, Rasti learned a lot and shared about the science of literacy which certainly can bring mbak Rasti to this point."

The gods introduced these special guests to Vishnu as well as Jenar. Guests who are fellow writers, who are trying to find knowledge and knowledge on this platform. Writers who do not give up to be able to learn and continue to learn for the better.

"Hallo All brothers, thank you very much for your presence. I'm sorry if what we're presenting is less than pleasing."

Jenar and Vishnu slightly bowed their bodies. As a greeting introduce as well as a thank you for the presence of these great writers.

"Congratulations to Vishnu-Jenar. May you always be happy" the authors said at the same time.

Vishnu turned towards the god. "Wa, who are these brothers? Can you introduce me?"

"Of course you can."

The god sighed deeply and slowly he exhaled.

"Greetings to all the brothers."

"Sama-sama Vishnu-Jenar. May you be happy. Sorry yes, we can not bring anything because it has not been paid. Hihihihi," said sister Melisa representing everything.

Jenar and Vishnu could only laugh. "It's okay, brother. Most importantly you can all enjoy the food."

In the end, the great authors also waltzed away to go to the buffet table that has been decorated with various dishes that look so appetizing.

"Bang Vishnu .... Jenar .... We are coming!!!!"

From a distance that was still quite far, there was the sound of a woman's scream that echoed in the sense of hearing. Vishnu and Jenar spread their gaze toward the source of the voice, seeing the group of beautiful mothers in gold batik clothes approaching him.

"Wa, who is that? Beautiful women who look fashionable."

The gods chuckled softly. The longing for this group of millennial mothers finally paid off in cash. For a long time he did not meet them.

"They are loyal readers of the writings of mbak Rasti, brother. They are always present to provide support to mbak Rasti from the beginning of mbak Rasti in the form of author crumb kuaci skin and now thank God has slightly risen caste to become author rempeyek nuts. And it is for the support of him that also delivered mbak Rasti to this point."

Dewa greeted Novi Aryani who was in the front row. "Welcome Novi and the others. Enjoy all the treats."

"Waaaaa .. om Dewa, Masiih is still handsome. It hasn't changed at all."

The gods just giggle amusedly. "Ah, Novi this could be. Kak Novi and others also look beautiful and youthful you know wearing batik clothes like this. I'm being a bushel."

"Hahahaha it's clear Om. By the way, thank you so much for your clothes. Me and the other mothers are so happy."

"Sama-sama Brother Nov."

"Aaahhh .. until you forget. I haven't congratulated the newlyweds yet." Kak Novi paused for a moment and turned around. "Mothers all, let's both congratulate you for the bang Vishnu and Jenar."

"Welcome to the new life Bang Vishnu and neng Jenar. May Sakinah mawadah warahmah and be happy always."

"Aami... Thank you so much, all of you. But speaking, these brothers have not introduced themselves. May I ask you to introduce yourself?"

"Hmmmm .. ask Dewa to pass one by one Bang. He knows us very well."

"Well, please tell me what the names of these beautiful sisters are."

"Sir Novi Aryani, sister Susi Handayani, sister Dyandra, sister Viona Elshadaila, sister Yon Diah Kusuma, brother Feni Mom's Syahwa, brother Candra Rahma, brother Eni Fuad, brother Bundane Syical, brother Yusuf Al-Hamid, brother Heni Rosmayati, brother Aisha, sister Siti Aminah, brother Putu Sriasih, brother Sri Waltiyah, brother Umm Atiyah, brother Yeti Triunga Dewi, sister Agustin, sister Ningsih, brother Ningsih, sister Ni'mat Santoso, brother Novi Hartati, sister Queen Tety Haryati, sister Nafisa, sister Ela Rustini, sister TashaAyudialnara, brother Ahmad Affa, sister Dina Mardiana, sister Santrywaty Irwansyah, sister Ratih Komala, kak, kak Nur Ranty, kak Rumini Parto Sentono, kak Oki Amar, kak Alya Zahra, kak Denok Priyarti, kak Pur Waningsih, kak Reni Anjarwani, kak Lizye Zahier, kak Niputu Dhanvantari, sister Cinta Imoet, brother Idrawati Widodo, sister Pice Korvina, sister Siti Samilah, sister Eka Rustini."

The breath of God seemed to be panting and for a moment he paused his speech. "Well, these are all loyal readers of Rasti's novel, sister. Actually there are many more. But sorry, for all limitations can not be written all."

"Again, thank you very much, everyone. May the kindness of these brothers obtain the multiplicity of goodness from Allah SWT."

"Aamiin..."

"Oh yes Bang, we have a gift for Bang Vishnu and also neng Jenar. Please accept yes" said Susi Handayani.

Vishnu's forehead shriveled a little. "Do you bother, brother?"

"No hassle bang," continued Oki Amar. He turned his body and.... "Suiiiitttt .. suiiiitttt...."

Brother Oki Amar whistled, before long appeared a group of fathers carrying something in his hands.

Both eyeballs of Vishnu are perfectly wide. "Loh, loh, loh, why do these fathers bring a variety of baby equipment and equipment? My wife and I are having a reception, Kak, not a baby show."

Oki Amar just smiled meaningfully. "If so please ask Bang Vishnu's own wife."

Vishnu turned towards Jenar. "Darling, what is this? Why are these fathers carrying baby gear?"

Jenar chuckles as Mara arrives. The God's wife handed something to Jenar.

"Thank you, Mara."

Jenar looked back at her husband's face in the shade. With a wide, unceasing smile on his lips. "This is for you, ma'am."

Vishnu received something extended by Jenar. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded. Even though he was a man, he was not so foreign to this. His eyes warmed up to gather dew points in his eye pelup. Without further ado he embraced his wife's body.

"Darling ... you...?"

Vishnu's words were stuck in his throat. He felt unable to continue his words. Only tears are a sign that God is currently giving happiness that multiplies for him.

Jenar nodded her head. "Yes, I'm positively pregnant. Soon Citra will have a sister."

Vishnu broke his embrace. Gasps, the man prostrated his gratitude on this glass floor. "God, thank You for Your mercy...."

"Yeahaaay.... Congratulations Bang Vishnu and also Neng Jenar!!!!"

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