Love Does Not Come Too Late

Don't .. don't please

Criiing .. criing ..

While turning off the power of his laptop, a short message entered his phone.

'Ghe, I'm from the workshop straight to the boutique huh.' Receiving a message from the man she loved, made her smile expand.

'I wait there, ' he replied briefly.

Immediately he tidied up all his work equipment scattered on the table. This afternoon they will do the fitting of the wedding dress.

Another week their wedding will be held. He tried to listen to what Nina said, they deserve to be happy.

Although sometimes the eyes of the staff in the office seem to judge him, he tried to accept it sincerely because he realized that he was very guilty.

They both feel tired all this time trying to run away from reality, and always lying feelings that grow in the heart.

They tried to make peace with the situation, sitting together talking about destiny between them. Then it ended up asking for blessing in front of both Ghea's parents.

It was not easy for Erik, who was just an ordinary employee, to ask for the only daughter of a company leader where he worked to be his wife. Rumors about the two of them, did not escape the hearing of Ghea's parents.

The two loud slaps on Erik's face did not yet represent the heartache and shame of Ghea's parents. Ghea's tears on her parents' legs have not been able to soften their hearts.

It took them a long time to convince both of Ghea's parents. Nearly a year later both parents finally accepted the decision of Ghea, to marry a man with the status of widower caused by his own daughter.

"Good afternoon, Mba Sari," Ghea said to the boutique owner where she sewed the bride's kebaya.

"Soree too, pretty. Come alone?, where's the candidate?"

"Later on, he said, he was again in the workshop job review task," explained Ghea.

"Hmmm, you want to be a bride still hunting dollars."

"It is better one week before marriage, the bride-to-be sits sweetly at home. Body care, lots of worship, read about what the first night will be like."

"Iihhh, Mba Sri nih." Ghea chuckled at the suggestion of designing her wedding dress. There was a sense of shame slipping in his heart upon hearing the first night's word.

"Looh really, that's his name pinching. Older people said, the bride-to-be smells 'scented' so if you can not much out of the house." Mba Sri continues to provide advice to its customers, while pairing kebaya in Ghea's body.

"Femor what? do I smell that? just got home from work, haven't had a bath." Ghea raised both arms and kissed her armpits.

"It doesn't smell like that!" Mba Sri patted Ghea's arm.

"The bride-to-be is not just anyone can nyium. In addition, the fragrance can be magical creatures" said Mba Sri with a mysterious tone.

"Mba Sri this nakutin aja."

"Not nakutin, it's a myth, but the advice of the old man has a point too. The bride-to-be is better prepared to be born and inner so that when the day H the aura of her face radiates."

The conversation of the two of them came to a halt as the entrance clinked and Erik's face appeared from behind the door.

"This is her future husband coming."

"Where, did it match the dress?" tanya Mba Sri asked for consideration to Erik who had just arrived.

"Good, but the chest plus the buttons again could not, Mba?" bargained for.

"Hmmmm, it can only be seen," ledek Mba Sri.

"Open the dress first, I put a pin on the chest first for a while, according to the request of the Father plus buttons."

"The base was tried on his custom clothes in the corner there. Yul, assisted by Masnya yes," cried Mba Sri to his employees.

After repeatedly trying on a newly 90% completed wedding dress, she finally arrived at the dress that she would last try.

The simple modern white kebaya with its subordinate fabric is perfectly attached to its tall body.

"Pretty." Ghea looked at Erik who was already standing behind him.

"You're done?"

"Udah, the man is not complicated," He still looks at his future wife who is looking at herself in front of the mirror.

"How do you feel, Mrs Erik Saputra?" erik asked with a seductive look from the mirror reflection.

"Happy," answered Ghea briefly, but the look in his eyes could not be covered he was too very happy.

"Why should I regret it?"

"I'm just a regular employee, a widower. There's nothing to be proud of me."

"I'm also an ordinary employee, whose boss is my papa. I'll also get a salary, if you forget. One more please don't mention the word widower, I feel so evil."

"Ga needs to be talked about again. We have our own future, if it's bitter at first we have to be able to change it so that it will eventually become sweeter." Erik turned Ghea's body to face him.

"Hot?" erik asked, he rubbed the sweat on Ghea's forehead.

"Dead the lights, Mas. Our fridge is not cold. Drink it as if it were a ga pa pa ya," chirped one of the servants who carried a tray containing two cups of warm tea.

"I bought you a cold drink first." Erik came out of the boutique after pecking at Ghea's lightning forehead.

"Where is the problem, Mba?" ask Mba Sri.

"Buy cold drinks."

"Ow, I'm sorry it's so hot, we're drinking hot tea too."

"Where is the danger yet?"

"That's good to wear, Mba." Ghea was back in circles in front of the mirror.

Feeling that there was no answer from Mba Sri, Ghea turned towards the entrance of the boutique.

All boutique employees including Mba Sri gathered in front of the glass entrance.

They were watching the crowd on the side of the road.

"What's up, Mba?" ghea asked one of the employees who stood closest to him. The employee shakes not knowing. Ghea walked forward toward Mba Sri who was sculpting in front of the door.

"What's up, Mba?" ask again.

"Mba, that was the candidate .. wear a shirt of what color?" ask Mba sri carefully.

"Young blue."

Ghea followed the direction of Mba Sri and her employees. The crowd is getting bigger and bigger. In the middle of them was a body lying on the road. Ghea sharpened his eyesight, the number of people who were pacing back and forth made it difficult to see the figure of the person who was the center of attention.

Faintly he saw the body lying was a man in a color shirt.

Ghea immediately opened the boutique door and walked quickly to the crowd in the middle of the street.

He had ignored the call of Mba Sri, when he came out of the boutique with a wedding kebaya dress still attached to his body and it turned out he was walking barefoot.

'Cannot be!. Don't .. don't pleasee ....' Ghea continued to mutter as she walked towards the crowd of people in the middle of the large street.

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