Jum Wo Ai Ni

Fiesta

Juminten set himself in the large mirror in the hotel room, he pangled with himself. I didn't know it could be this beautiful.

"You're so pretty, ma'am," praised MUA for helping her give her a hand.

"G ... Time anyway Ma'am," he said with a blush.

"Please get me my phone." Juminten pointed at the flat object that was on the dressing table, the blonde-haired woman nodded.

He picked up the old black phone and cracked the screen.

"It's Madam."

"Thank you," Juminten received a cell phone

with a sweet smile.

Juminten pointed at his phone camera

into the mirror, he took a picture of his reflection there.

The beautiful woman stepped slowly but surely, stepping gracefully. His heart was racing, Juminten's hands were wet with sweat. He was feeling very nervous at the moment.

After passing through the large open door, Dylan reached out his hand welcoming the wife with a sweet smile. Juminten smiled stiffly, hand squeezing strong Dylan's fingers.

"Smile, don't be like a duck like this. Stiff," sneered Dylan over Dylan without looking at his partner.

Juminten glared sharply at Dylan who was mocking him, the girl's ringing lips pursing like a funnel. He wrapped his hand around Dylan's arm in annoyance. They stepped together, looking very harmonious.

A pianist plays a wedding song, accompanying the steps of two lovebirds towards their love throne. All the guests stood up, busy taking photos. They don't want to miss this big moment.

Dylan's gaze came to a halt, a pair of puffy eyes looking at him with a bitter smile.

"Jessica," muttered Dylan. Juminten did not hear Dylan muttering because he was too nervous.

His eyes narrowed, glued. Jessica, her lover was looking at Dylan so pitifully.

Juminten's hands were sweating, without him noticing. The woman who was still the girl clutched firmly in her husband's arm, Dylan could feel Juminten's nervousness. But he doesn't care. Because Dylan himself was still depressed, his heart was erratic when his eyes accidentally met with Jessica. Yes, her lover was present with her manager Arthur, standing among the guests, staring at Dylan with sadness.

With makeup made pale, Jessica deliberately wanted to attract Dylan's sympathy. And it worked, Dylan felt very worried about Jessica's state, let alone the past few days, the woman could not be reached.

The King and Queen kept going, even though their minds were not there. Arriving at the throne, Dylan did not help Juminten to sit down.

"You're why Dy, don't make Mama shy. There are a lot of important guests here" Mayleen whispered to Dylan.

The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful, noticed Dylan's changed face and immediately approached her.

"Mom take it easy, everything will go as you wish" said Dylan, who sounded cold.

Mayleen could only sigh at him, she knew this must be hard for Dylan. To have a loveless marriage like this, but Mayleen is convinced this is the best.

The event went well, one by one the invited guests also greeted the two brides to congratulate.

Until the turn of a beautiful woman, who is none other than Jessica. With a smile that she forced, Jessica reached out her hand to greet Juminten.

"Congratulations on your marriage." Jessica brought her face closer to the side of the bride's face.

"Remember you're only a temporary daughter-in-law, Dylan is only mine" whispered Jessica.

"Thank you for the prayer, May you soon find a soul mate that is worth your while. It's not good to expect something that doesn't belong to us" Juminten said softly but sounded emphatic, He did decide to make Dylan his own.

Jessica's face flushed in anger. But as fast as lightning, he tried to control himself, he threw an unfriendly smile at Juminten.

"Congratulations Dy," said Jessica, her eyes glazed over as she greeted her lover.

Dylan did not answer, but he was stunned to see the sad face of Jesicca. It was so bad he held his lover in his arms. However, circumstances are not possible. Jessica let go of Dylan's hand unwillingly.

The wedding of Dylan and Juminten took place hilariously wrapped with all the splendor presented there.

The wall clock shows at eleven o'clock in the evening, the party is over. Now that the two men are in a hotel room, Dylan is cleaning himself, while Juminten is busy removing the dress and tiara he is wearing.

"Ck, angel e se, Chocolate!"

[ "Ck, it's so hard, Cok!" ] The typical Surabaya bait that came out of Juminten's tiny mouth was so irritated.

The woman of less height could not say the zipper dress she was wearing. Either his hands are too short, or indeed the zipper is stuck.

Looking at Juminten who continued to curse, with both hands tugging at something on his back made Dylan astonished. He also decided to approach his wife.

"What are you doing again? learning to be a monkey?!" Dylan folded his hands together, looking at Juminten with a look of disdain.

Juminten stared in dislike, at Dylan's reflection reflected in the mirror.

"If you don't want to help, diem. Not much to say," ketus Juminten, he continued his efforts to unzip the dress.

Somehow Dylan felt sorry to see the troubled Juminten. His feet moved closer to Juminten.

"This can't be." Dylan brushed off Juminten's hand, slowly lowering the zipper of Juminten's dress.

Juminten's eyes widened, his body stiffened. This was the first time he was this close to a man. Although at home, he roomed with Dylan. But they always keep their distance.

However, now. Juminten could even feel Dylan's cold hand coming into contact with his innocent back.

"Qu-enough, stop!" juminten exclaimed, there was a strange gelay that he felt.

Dylan. Juminten's smooth back made him feel alone, until he unknowingly lowered the zipper with slow motion. He even nearly lowered the zipper down to the base. The dress worn by Juminten has a long zipper to the hip, this is intended to make it easier for the wearer to release it.

"Ehem, if you've helped me say thank you. You're not being polite," said Dylan, covering up his nervousness.

"Yes, thank you my husband" Juminten said with a smile typical of toothpaste ads. Both hands Juminten hugged the front dress so as not to sag.

Dylan turned his blushed face away, there.

"Ehem, take a shower there. It smells!" without looking in the mirror, he deliberately avoided eye contact with Juminten.

"You also wear clothes quickly, ntar catch wind you bird."

"You-you

Juminten laughed gigglingly, he got up from his seat. With a thousand steps the sweet lady stepped into the bathroom.

Dylan curled his lips at Juminten's back which disappeared in the bathroom.

Dylan ruffled his waist, looking at the rowo cucumber that was still covered in a white towel without any safety. The slender man scowled while scratching his still wet hair.