I'm the Debt Redeemer Girl

Episode 85's

Hearing the voice that shouted her name, Sylvia stopped her steps for a moment and turned her head back. But his view was blocked by people who passed in and out of the hotel.

"Silvia. a. a"

The sound was so clear in Sylvia's ears. Nikita who was beside Sylvia also heard the same voice.

"Ma.. Sylvia back then well ma. Sylvia wants to see who Sylvia's calling her"

Said Sylvia while wanting to turn her body around. However Princess and Irwan immediately prevent her.

"The son of the groom's family has been waiting for a long time inside. And soon the show will start . "

"We go in. Later we will see the person who called you. "

"That's not important, son. "

Take Irwan and the Princess while pulling Sylvia's hand.

Finally, Sylvia was forced to follow her parents even though her heart was so curious to know the figure who called her name.

"That's who yeah? "

"Where does he know my name? "

"Or is he Sylvia's parents? "

That was the question that raged in Sylvia's heart. Questions that have no answer.

The bride's entourage also arrived at the location that will be where they carry out the marriage contract. Gibran and his extended family were waiting.

"It's so beautiful this mama's ghost huh. So take when the young mama first. Beautiful eleven twelve . Well, pa. "

Said Mrs Pucky while pinching Mr. Santanu's waist.

"Idiih.mama GR really. "

Timpal Mr. Santanu with a small laugh.

Gibran accompanied by Agriel could only be silent from earlier. I don't know what's on their minds. But they are like Upin and Ipin who are one mind. One is silent and one is silent.

After all her had gathered, the marriage contract was immediately in direct right. Gibran who had been silent since then now began to open his voice to say the marriage contract. With loud and precise he can pronounce the marriage contract and be taken by the word SAH from the people who come in that place.

After the wedding is over, continue with the next event. Until noon, the event is over. The invited guests have started to taste the food in the field.

The invited guests were happy because they could attend the wedding of a famous businessman in the city. It was visible from the faces of the invited guests who looked so radiant.

But different things with Sylvia. although today is her wedding day but the point of happiness there is no defendant on her face.

All he had in mind was the figure who called his name earlier.

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Flashback in front of the gate

Sylvia. a.

Shouted a woman who was old enough . The woman looks slovenly with her tattered clothes camping and her face dirty by the mud.

The woman was holding a doll which had Sylvia's writing on it.

"Mom sorry Ma'am, who are you. "

"Mother can praise me. I know I am beautiful sir. "

"Beautiful like pearls on the sea floor. "

Said the old woman while blushing in embarrassment.

"Sorry Mom. I am not a muji mom, but I asked this mother who and what needs to come here? "

Ask Security that again with a louder voice that was on the security's mind maybe the old woman was lacking in her hearing.

"Yes I know sir, I am old but still sexy

Ha. ha. ha.. "

The old woman timps again while flexing her body and wagging her already dull hair.

The security could only applaud the old woman's behavior.

"Like this mother there's a problem in the boss's psyche. "

Tell security first to security second.

"It can be . The evidence I told you what he answered. "

The other timpal security.

"he. he.. "

"Ning.nang.nang.nang.ning"

The old woman sang while fondling her doll.

"My son's sister is sick again sir, this is my son Sylvia. Beautiful sir. "

Said the old woman while showing her doll to the two security in front of her.

"Hiks.. hiks... "

"He. he.. "

That's how the old woman is. A moment of crying, a moment of laughing.

Until a while later 2 men of great stature and a face so sinister came to the old woman and said that the old woman was her family.

The woman was carried by both men and disappeared from the face of the two security.

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