Late Wedding?

Airin Wedding

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Where's boyfriend?

For almost half a day I was quite full of that question. More than ten people have asked me that today. Either just to mince words or indeed those who are too late to my relationship. This is not even a day, how about later if all day.

I admit if the question is indeed a natural thing if asked to people who rarely meet us, especially at weddings. It seems to have become a mandatory question that must be accepted for those who are still single. But that doesn't mean everyone should ask the same question, right?

Ohya, I haven't told ya. So now I'm at Airin's wedding, my friend from the era can't walk. Yes, my friend who works as a teacher has just released his bachelor a few minutes ago and my job today is nganten battery. What is the Indonesian language? Anyway my job is to nemenin Airin everywhere. Starting from nemenin dirias, nemenin he ijab qobul, nyiapin what he needs to be a place to enter the envelope of some friends or relatives. Why isn't the envelope in a special box? Because that special box is for parents, so if you want to donate to the bride, you have to go to the bride directly.

"La, tissue."

I gasped in surprise, then turned to look at Airin with a puzzled look.

"Why? Drink?"

Airin is currently. Though I think the makeup for ijab was quite thick.

"No. Ask for a tissue," she asked to make my forehead wrinkle.

Well, he's doing what a tissue?

"Make what?" many confused.

Airin pointed at the table beside him. There's a tea spill. I nodded and pulled out some tissue from my bag. Then wipe the table affected by water spills.

"Thanks," said Airin with a smile, I nodded.

"La, mintain cold water dong. I'm thirsty."

I turned my head and found Mas Ridwan who was now sitting next to me. His black suit has now been changed with an ivory white cocoa suit, in line with the dress that Airin wears. I snort. Airin smiled.

"Please take care of it, La, I'm still riweh."

"Yeah, Mom, the kitchen's over there. Take it yourself, really spoiled. Who has a house is not complicated. Relax."

Oh yeah, just information. In my village, it is usually used by neighbors to decorate brides and pagers.

"Not good, La, takein dong. Ask for help."

I clucked, but still got some water for Mas Ridwan.

"Good, La. Don't pout, dong will be beautiful."

My mouth gaped. Honestly, this is the first time I know that Mas Ridwan can joke. Because as long as I know Mas Ridwan, this man is not a typical man who has a sense of humor. Especially dare to flirt so.

"Why wonder, La?" kekeh Airin's.

"Shock me, Rin, I don't think Mas can be kidding me" I'm honest.

Both Mas Ridwan and Airin looked at each other, seconds later they laughed together. Ck, you newlyweds.

*****

I can breathe a sigh of relief because the cremation process is over. Both brides are busy greeting guests, and I can be a little freer now. At least I can fill my stomach that feels a little sore from hunger. With a confident step I walked towards the buffet table. My choice fell on the gravy meatballs, after being in line to get it. I immediately rushed to find a table and a chair.

"Alone, Neng, where is his girlfriend?"

I glanced at the man who was sitting next to me, who turned out to be my SD friend to High School, whose name was Saiful, Airin's friend as well. It is also known as Bang Ipul. I smiled, then chose to go back to eating my sauce meatballs which now live half. He is a content creator who has many followers on IG and also many subscribers on Youtube. The body is small but quite high, with mature sapodilla skin typical of Indonesia. And he said he had just proposed to his girlfriend who was a nurse.

"It's so arrogant" he grumbled with a laugh.

"May ngunyah, Bang."

"Njir, I have not been that old to be called Abang," Saiful protested.

"Well, that's what aye neng calls, right?" askaku.

"Widihh, has become a child of Jakarte so much his romance. Very lo-gue," I quipped half-jokingly, having managed to get my gelasan drinking water. My meatballs were gone, not two minutes ago.

"Hehe, yoi. Let gaul be scrapped. Oh yeah, by the way alone? Where's Kenzo?" saiful asked, looking for Kenzo. He does know Kenzo because I always take Kenzo to reunion. Even Saiful once made a vlog at Cafe Kenzo.

"Not alone. Well, rame-rame," I said, pointing at some of the guests I knew or not.

"I mean, I'm the Kenzo nanyain. I want to discuss business with you. Mayan is, make it. Now the reception and her friends are expensive."

"If you talk business, samperin. He's still in Jogja, hasn't moved," I said, just trying to be normal.

"Gue smells..." Saiful did not continue her sentence, her two eyes looking at me suspiciously.

I was suddenly nervous. "What the hell, not clear."

Saiful snapped, making me pout.

"So it ran aground?" his god while playing his eyebrows up and down.

I'm clucking. "The mouth's still a lot of bacots, yeah."

Saiful is getting worse. "Duh, it's still bad his mouth. Betewe, if it really has run aground, then I still have a chance dong?"

Without hesitation I toyor his head. "Your nutmeg!"

Saiful rubbed his head in disbelief. "Not the muhrim, either, hold on" his grunts later.

I snort. It feels anxious to have her hair pulled together.

"I'm your hair too, Pul. The lack of knowledge is not reduced, even added," exasperated grumbling. "Partially lamar girls people kok still odd."

Saiful's laughter went straight to shoulder as soon as I finished my last sentence. And somehow the look on his face looks a little sad.

Did I speak wrong?

"Have you heard, are you?"

I'm nodding. "That hot news," chirped me origin.

Saiful chuckles. "But you cook there are no sympathy the same as me?" then his face turned sad, even though I knew he was just pretending.

"I'm using im3 ooredoo," I reply.

Saiful clucked, but moments later chimed in. "That means we're different operators huh?" the reply I knew was just a joke.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Lo don't know yet that I broke up with the girl I was applying for?"

"Huh?" I gawk.

"Yes. I cheated on him" he said casually. His face was ordinary when he said it, as if he was not the victim of an affair.

"Can't you?"

Saiful shrugged his shoulders. "It seems less handsome I am," he chirped origin. "Ohya, when are you coming back to Jogja? Want to be with me?"

"I drove myself."

"Ck. Totally independent, single-minded," he teased half-jokingly.

"Damn it!" detangku annoyed. Saiful just stupefied.

Tbc,

hehe, I have updated again.forget klo weekend, the review must be long.but I can't wait to make up, so yes already, I update. hehe 😅