IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Wedding party

It's not nice to refuse a ride from Jo's sister, it's also hard to sit next to her. I don't know what this feeling is, haven't I used one car before with Jo's sister?

I finally decided to call Siska. Only he can free me from this feeling of distress.

"wait at the entrance. If not, will not cave make-up in" deliberately I speaker so that brother Jo to listen.

"slowly weee, earache" Jo's brother snatched

"you're Kay's speaker, well so embarrassed by your new driver"

since we made up Siska and Kak Jo so like to mock each other. It must be a storm to meet.

"mending to be his personal chauffeur a pretty girl than you go anywhere yourself"

"still morning gays. Sweetheart wastes energy making a fuss. Yes yes it is. I waitin. Yes, matiin first his phone. Assalamu'alaikum"

"waalaikumsalam" phone berahir after reply greetings from Siska.

Jo's car entered the campus. The atmosphere of the campus is always crowded in the morning.

"you're really waiting here"

"yes sister"

after Brother Johan stopped the car I immediately got off. Of the many people who pass by I hope no one recognizes when I get off the car, brother Jo. Because his prestige on campus is not inferior to his prestige when in High School.

Four steps I walked towards the edge. How shocked when stopped in front of Dian's eyes, sitting on the bike.

"astagfirullah" I said for a moment, how surprised I was.

"want to go inside? "

turns out to be offering a ride.

"uh, no. Come down here because again waiting for a friend" is still confused by the presence of him who suddenly

"yes I went in first"

his smile did not miss then turned on the motor and passed away.

The guy's gone but my heart's still racing. Why did it appear so suddenly, did it deliberately follow? But why not ask anything? Why always put up a mysterious behavior that's it.

Not finished yet I guess the awaited ones have come. Because the time has passed so that the car immediately drove back. Not even one minute we entered the class lecturer has entered the class. Made me and Siska look at each other and say "lucky not late".

The lesson hour is over. There is another class later at 1, it should continue but because the teaching lecturer is there a need so that it is pushed back. Soon Siska and I left class for the car park.

At first I invited Siska to come with me, but she refused. "not want to be a guest not invited" she said.

What's the point of using make-up in the car?

In order to fulfill the request of my beloved mother. It didn't take long for Siska to polish my face. His hands were so agile, I who noticed from the mirror was confused. How could that be so clever, I who once tried to wear the Aeyliner alone had to remove it many times. While he with one scratch is already done.

I feel very lucky to be reunited with very kind friends. After polishing my face, I asked to be taken to the bathroom to change clothes. I intentionally use a cardigan to make it easier to change clothes while being used for interior kebaya.

If others are amazed and praise your mother's work, how can I not?

I know Siska is not from the bottom and his taste is high. If he says good, I have no doubt. Coupled with a blend of silver and peach color makes it look more charming. But I was embarrassed to see myself looking so glamorous.

"really good? "

several times I asked Siska to convince myself

"good Kayra. The vow. Through his bride aja mah"

"looked like a lie! I don't know what the bride looks like"

my words were then connected with laughter by Siska.

"assalamu'alaikum, yes pa.

yes Kayra ahead soon"

forced to laugh Siska had to stop because papa was waiting in front.

"mama you know best if his son can not walk slowly ala-ala princess Solo. That's why the kebaya model is so"

"old ah, it's been waiting for"

"not going to Kayra either. Ntar tuh make-up"

"juru make-up do you guys I bring, hhhhhh" this time I'm the laughing win

"ogah"

after arriving at the parking lot with a heavy heart, I had to leave Siska, after I had bothered. Today I owe him a lot.

But there's been a ransom for it, it turns out that it's not all free. Ask accompanied by the streets as well as I who became the driver, it is still asked for in the meal treaty anyway. Isn't the pay more?

but that's fine, thanks to him too I can drive a car now. Even two weeks ago I had SIM A and SIM C.

"pa, are we going with Jo's family? "

"meet you there. You know they came to the invitation too? "

"yes, this morning Aunt Della came to the house to pick up clothes"

because the trip is not jammed so it feels for a while already arrived.

For the first time I entered the hotel x. 5-star hotel in Jogja city, located around Malioboro. No doubt of his splendor. Famous for its elite venues, which are often used for elite events.

papa is an invited guest of the elite, I cry in my heart. Am I the only one who never wants to hang out with papa's business world?

How many times have I been to a wedding, not often. And I think this time it looks like this. It was only right until my mother prepared the clothes for me. Otherwise, I might have walked back first. Lucky too Siska forced me to wear her wedges.

A lot of eyes on me, oh wrong. To my father that means.

"daughter sir"

"beautiful like her mother"

"this is the first child, sir"

so many questions, papa who is the invited guest why his son should be the center of attention?

Look to the left, there is nothing I know. It seems that Jo and her family have not come.

"pa, don't congratulate the bride" hoping we'll leave the crowd of huddled fathers soon.

"yes I've been living ahead first"

we finally walked away too.

After congratulating the two papa brides walk to the table that has been provided, according to the number listed on the invitation.

Apparently there were two families sitting there. Not as bad as before, this time a complete family who was chatting, not just the fathers who were huddling.

"please sir, please"

two people in suits who sat early were welcome.

Not long after, Jo's family greeted and occupied the table to the right of the table we occupied.

Not waiting long I asked papa, can I change seats with one of Jo's family? at least if I sit near Jo's sister I have a chatmate. Finally papa poked his papa brother Jo and I changed seats with him.

No less frenetic with the group of fathers, this time it was his mother brother Jo who huddled with the mothers next door. No different theme anyway, I am still the topic of conversation. More precisely the clothes I was wearing

"iya jeng, that's the one wearing the clothes made by her own mother" said Jo's sister's mother.

"beautiful indeed yes, the same people dress just as beautiful" chirped one mother

"it's quiet like this one" said the other mothers

"their loh jengs" uh getting hotter in the screw ears

"they've been one high school time and now one campus"

"owh so. But only this time I know the first son of Mr. Wijayakrama"

not finished the incoming chatter from the right ear, the left ear also buzzed

"serasi sir, just match. Let your friends be besan. Like Mr. Hendro the same Mr. Richard"

"how did mas? " ask my father, Jo

"it's up to the kids if that's it. We're parents, just accept it" Papa's voice replied.

when I want to look to the left accidentally, my eyes and Jo's eyes meet each other.

Brother Jo smiled and it made me shudder even more. My spit was stuck in my throat.

The longer the screw goes hotter. Until finally the MC greeted from the top of the guarantee and disperse the parents who chatted.

The table was full of food. Who had split up instantly docked to each other's tables.

And I didn't miss a chance, every plate that rotated and stopped in front of me then had to be tasted.

While listening to the noise of the event on the lap. And, we were treated to a live kiss in plain sight. Accidentally caught a glimpse, because the screen was everywhere. Then I put my head back down and I continued eating. The SAH let it be enjoyed because it is common for Christian bridal couples. I just enjoy the food at the table.

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