Makmum Putra Kyai
Wedding of Ida & Kholil: Wedding Reception
After akat kholil was invited home and met with his wife for the first time after marriage.
"you know how to fit well...How are you al?" alim's chirping arrived.
"i igetnya pas realain love .. sama the angel ku kak" alwi join ngayal.
"wow..when was it...have you ever been to real love my sister?" alim kepo acute.
" have you been a few days after coming home from that race?" honest alwi.
" i thought only Umi arrived to propose nafik" alim did not believe.
"not when did deh al crita...then when did mas fell in love with mbak mar?" tanya alwi changean start kepo.
"when haiking.and you're married.I'm already in love with her" honestly alim.
"oh.so already muf on from ning jazira at that time" severe alwi goda.
jazira is their college friend in Moroccan girl Kediri daughter Kyai who once singah in the heart of alim.
"why do you think of women who already belong to people...then why are you nagging same nafik?" alim forced smile.
"kak alim do you know I have been sincerely he was betrothed to amar..... and brother forgot who was chasing who?" honest alwi.
"oh.. yes yes.. I forgot he who insisted on marriage with you ha.ha.ha.." alim laughed out loud.
from earlier kholil only listened to the senior chat.
"kok brother both even on the chat anyway.." kholil protest felt ignored. they were not aware that nafik and mar ah were standing next to the door of ida's room while putting an angry face behind her veil.
"oh... is that...the ugly story about his own sister and wife?" nafik protest.
"eh.afwan angel" alwi so kicep.
"afwan master daughter sister" alim seduce.
"no apologies to you two" nafik went from that place.
"uh.kok that" alim protest.
"eh.. zaujah do not so dong.." alwi chased his wife. now he easily sensi.
"mas anyway.. forgot the same habits of his own sister"mar mentioned.
"you don't join the angry dong dear" rayu alim on his wife.
"began to get weird" protest mar ah.
"it's just that you love" alim seduced.
"so" alim so salting.
"ayo akhi enter. . meet dek ida first and then sungkem" said mar ah welcome.
"yes..!" catholics agree.
kholil entered the room where his wife was. He was seen standing up to greet her husband.
"assalamualaikum makmum ku"
"waalalkum greetings my priest"
ida grabbed the hand of her husband. nenciun full of takzdim. pecked it long. there felt a geteran like stung lystik that vibrate.
kholil kissed the forehead of the woman who is now legitimate as his wife.a peace that enveloped their bayin with peace.
the event continued the sungkem and reception is simple. Eat walimah together as an expression of gratitude.
"hi zaujah... What should I call you?" kholil asked, staring at his wife's face.
"whatever... zaujie" replied ida shyly.
"how do you feel.." bargain kholil.lifting chin ida to look at him.
"i like.. if so I also pangigilnya mas kholil" replied ida with a smile behind the veil.
"agree.." kholil returned the smile while stroking the soft sweet potato ida.
"uh. mas and sister.." sedu.
"don't start Aak.." protested.
"can't you bother him?" alim masang plain face.
"soo....."
"yes my dear. ...."
guests who present acquaintance abi father and ammum.as well as the students who know kholil and ida.
the event is simple and full of kinship. Happiness includes everyone on the show.
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