Me And Wedding

Meet again.

At seven o'clock Yery's car was parked neatly in front of the house owned by Father Yoga and Mother Heni. There are also many cars lined up there. One of them is my Papa's car that I know very well.

Yery is neat with a light blue shirt and black pants, as well as me who has been wearing a long dress light blue and hijab patterned flowers. Of course Yery told me to dress like this. We immediately got off the car and approached those who had gathered at home.

"I'm handsome yet?" Tanya Yery excitedly.

"It has. You said you were born." My answer.

"Yes, forgot." Yery hit her own forehead.

We entered the front porch of the house that was already in luxury ornaments. Flickering lights with various flowers have been conjured in such a way that they look beautiful on the terrace of the house owned by Father Yoga.

"It's like having a party." My inner.

We entered the house, whose voice was already crowded. It turned out that Yery's family had all gathered.

"Assalamualaik." Say hello to them.

While I was busy looking for the whereabouts of Abel. Who knows if he exists and then does evil again. Why do I always think no to him. But it turns out he doesn't exist. Thank goodness then.

"Waalaikumsalam." they answered together.

"Oh Allah is a aunt's nephew, add a handsome yes." Shouted mothers wearing batik clothes.

"Marriage is getting older this child." Said the fathers wearing similar batik while standing embracing Yery.

I believe this is my mother's husband.

"yes om. Long time no see." Yery said while crucifying all the guests. I followed because I didn't know what to do.

"This is your wife, son." Ask the other mother.

"real aunt. Her name is Tyara Zuhira. It can be called Ira. If I call him darling." Yery replied, throwing a body near the mother in batik while accompanied by the laughter of everyone. I'm looking down embarrassed. Watch out for Yery later. I looked around and there was neither my mother nor my father. Where is he, even though in front of his car.

"Oh yeah, went upstairs with Heni. I usually meet you like that." The answer.

"Excuse me." I said goodbye to them to go upstairs looking for my beloved mother.

I step foot up the tanga boy. I just want to quickly meet my mom.

"Mama." I screamed to see my mother coming down.

I just hugged him, I felt so missed. I haven't seen each other in a long time.

After a kangen-kangen event with my parents. We all gathered in the living room. Discuss this and any pertinent matters concerning the family.

Next to me sat a beautiful woman, she was a high school boy in Surabaya, he said. He said he would be going to Bali next week. So he sat down next to me to freely wonder what to bring.

"Sir in Bali there's no bad guy?" Ask.

"In any city there must be, depending on us who must be vigilant and pinter-pinter looking for friends. Sometimes even people who are familiar with us can be evil." I answered while remembering the events that happened to me in Bali.

"Assalamot." Greet guests suddenly.

I looked up in shock. Because I know exactly whose voice it is. Brother Abel.

Yery changed her position so sat down next to me. I knew Yery would want to protect me from that woman. Since the incident in Bali, Yery and I have always been wary of this woman. Abel's sister looked at me cynically. I returned a cynical look.

"Well, our model has come." Shouted everyone.

"Later if he did. Just be quiet and don't answer." Whisper to yery.

While Yery nodded.

I could only silently look at Brother Yurico and Brother Abel. What else do you want. Yery's family only knew that model was not this math teacher.