High Voltage Love's
Ep 19's. New Family
Decision's been made. Ridho and Patricia have bought a plane ticket to go to Indonesia to visit Ridho's parents in Bandung. Both Ridho's parents and his extended family can't wait to see the figure of an Italian woman who is now a halal couple Ridho, a innocent young man who has always been the pride of his family. In fact they had already spread out invitations for the ghostly ngunduh party that would be held the day after tomorrow. So, they're leaving tonight.
Mr. Antonio has been quiet more often lately. Moreover, because he did not know where his eldest son who always accompanied him was. Even so, he has sent several secret agents to search for Leonardo's whereabouts. Bocchi's company's shares have been steadily declining since Dominic took the company's confidential data. The future of his company is now in the horns. Although he has invested in the Winata company for other sectors that he just worked in.
Antonio watched Patricia and Ridho from afar as the two were having breakfast that day, punctuated by laughter and jokes. The middle-aged man gave a small smile seeing his daughter could laugh loosely with her lover of heart. He no longer looked Ridho one eye, although he still did not know him any closer. He just wants to know how Ridho's business capabilities, if the man is directly deployed in his company.
"Papa, I'm going to visit Indonesia. You're okay here alone?" patricia asked in her father's private office.
"Go, I'll be fine. Be happy you're there with him" said Antonio stroking his son's hair.
"We promise to return soon." Patricia held her father's hand still on her cheek.
"Don't think about Papa. Go with. I see you're very happy. Your happiness is enough for me." Hearing that from her father's mouth, Patricia's eyes glazed over, her lips trembling. He knew his father was anxious to think of Leonardo, his proud son, the successor to his company.
"I promise I'll be back here soon."
Antonio forced his smile, he did not want to get weakly involved in front of his son. Ridho now approaches her, asking for permission to take her daughter to her home country.
"Sir, I'll bring Patricia back here!" said firmly.
"Don't call me, sir! Call me, Papa!" said Antonio.
"Good, Papa!" Ridho smiled at him.
"Please him. She's my precious daughter!"
"I promise, Papa!"
Antonio spread out both his hands. He asked for a hug from his new son-in-law. With pleasure, Ridho hugged the man before him. He believed it now. Patricia smiled at the two.
The servants brought Patricia and Ridho's belongings. The driver drove them to Heathrow airport in central London. Traveling from London is right, because the weather there is getting colder, maybe snow will fall in the next three days. The two newlyweds flew across the vast ocean and continent, breaking through the boundary of the sky blocked by thick clouds towards a densely populated country.
The densely creeping streets were now the eyes of the woman wearing the orange scarf. Escorted the driver from her husband's company, Patricia and Ridho split the toll road from Soekarno-Hatta airport to Kota Kembang nicknamed Sister City.
The bustling atmosphere is full of warm clutches and jokes typical Sundanese, presented at the residence of Mr. Yusuf Effendi, a middle-aged man who is still working as a personal driver of a successful businessman, Mr. Gunawan Winata. His residence was filled with extended family and close neighbors.
Special regional snack dishes fill small plates. The puff of cigarette smoke flew as relatives gleamed each other's tongues, joking with each other. The atmosphere there was so warm and intimate. The habit of Sundanese people who like to gather becomes a separate force for each family in the tatar Pasundan. They were about to welcome the arrival of the newlyweds who two days ago had just completed a marriage contract.
A black Alphard car stopped in front of a simple house that had a fairly spacious courtyard. Ridho got out of the car while helping his wife get down from there. The man grabbed his backpack and walked while guiding Patricia's hand.
"Assalamu'alaikum" he said with a sumringah expression.
"Wa'alaikumsalam!"
The people inside her house were scattering out, scrambling to welcome the newlyweds.
"Oh Allah Dho, healthy?" welcome her father who hugged her tightly.
"Alhamdulillah, Sir!"
"Your face why are those berets?"
"A little scratch, sir!" said cover.
"This is Patricia tea?!"
Patricia smiled broadly, greeting her father-in-law. It feels awkward indeed, let alone they come from a much different culture.
"MasyaAllah, ni geulis pisan, Dho! You can choose a tea wife!" said his father.
"A soul mate, sir! So where not!" he said with his distinctive Sundanese accent.
Patricia smiled because she did not understand. He still does not know Indonesian.
Now it's Ms. Narti's turn to hold her youngest child tightly, releasing longs that almost for one week are far apart. The middle-aged woman never expected her son would go far to pursue his love. He hugged the body of his beautiful daughter-in-law, and immediately brought her into the house, because it seems he will be the center of attention of the people who began to arrive. Ridho and Patricia's wedding ceremony will be held tomorrow.
"My name is Narti Sunarti, I am Ridho's mother," said Bu Narti confident despite the English pronunciation is quite rigid. He invited Patricia to sit on his couch and serve him a cup of hot tea.
"Thank you, Mom!" patricia uca.
"Very relaxing!" puji Patricia's.
"What?"
"Silver!"
"Oh, relax, yeah!" timpal Bu Narti's.
Ridho and his father went inside while carrying their suitcases and storing them in Ridho's room.
"Dho take his wife to rest, you must be tired!" exclaim Bu Narti brought again his hot tea for his son.
"Yes Mom!"
Ridho invites Patricia to rest in his room which is not as spacious as the room in the Bocchi mansion. Even so, Patricia remained enthusiastic about paying attention to her husband's room. Especially when he saw a photo in a black frame hanging on the wall. That's Ridho and Namira's wedding photo. Patricia stared fixedly. A smile appeared on his lips.
"Do you mind if the photo is there?" ridho asked after he found out Patricia was staring at the thing.
"No, I don't mind at all. Namira is part of your life, even me. He is like my brother."
"I'm lucky to have two good women like you. Especially you, Patricia!" said Ridho kissing his wife's cheek.
Patricia smiled and sat on the bed.
"Sorry the room is too narrow. There's no bathroom in it either." Ridho tidied his clothes from inside his suitcase.
"It's okay, Honey! This is your room, so I have to love it!"
"Sleep! Tomorrow there'll be a show for us!" Ridho.
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A large black tent, decorated with white cloth and salem, was standing in front of Mr. Joseph's courtyard. A small and simple reception party will be held at 10 today. Patricia has been dressed with a typical West Java kebaya in salem. He looks beautiful with his shiny hijab, jasmine flower arrangement decorate the head and protrude beautifully to his chest. The head has been fitted with siger accessories, a kind of crown decorated with imitation gems that look beautifully sparkling. From the waist down, Patricia's body was wrapped around by a kebat batik side cloth. Do not forget to wear slippers or sandals entitled 3 cm, as footwear.
Likewise with Ridho who looks handsome and dashing with his customary clothes. His body was wearing a prangwedana open suit in matching colors with women's clothing. At the waist is embedded keris behind the belt and the side cloth batik kebat. His head was fitted with a jewel-furnished bendo.
The bride and groom were seated on a chair on a stage that had been decorated in such a way. Accompanied by Ridho's parents, they were ready to welcome the invited guests who would congratulate him. The sound of the sound of Sundanese gamelan is ready to accompany the event for the next two hours.
“You are beautiful once!” said Ridho when they met on the stage.
“Thank you! It's so unique, I hope I'm strong until noon.” This was a first time experience for Patricia. The crown on his head was indeed not too heavy, it was just that it was quite difficult to make him move freely.
“I'll take care of you. Enjoy it!”
The sound of gamelan has been roaring since this morning, now the guests have arrived. It is not much, only from the closest family and relatives who will come, including friends of the Ridho campus.
“Happy my Men, so beautiful your wife!” puji Danu's.
“Nuhun Mang!”
Danu greeted Patricia who only said thank you for coming. Behind Danu, there is Syaiful and Sally, who apparently brought her baby baby baby. There was also Malik and Ghani who took with them their wives.
The event took place orderly and orderly, and was completed just when the dzuhur adhan reverberated.
“You tired?” Ridho fanned his wife's face, although already installed fan in front of them still hot felt.
“Tired enough,” replied Patricia.
“Let's change clothes. Party is done, we can rest after this.” Ridho took his wife off the stage and invited her into the house. Unknowingly, there was a pair of eyes watching them from afar.
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