Me Vs Flocking Mommy

Chapter 53. He's Intentions No, anyway?

“So you don't want to wear a party?” ask Sri to her sister-in-law. “Albert is single, right?” added again.

“Iya, Ma'am. This is her first marriage. But he refused to a big reception,” replied Ghina. His eyes scoured every color of the cloth given by the shopkeeper.

Today, Ghina and Sri choose their wedding cloth. It had been a week since he gave Albert the answer. Now the woman is preoccupied with the preparation of her marriage which is only three weeks away.

Letters in RT, RW and sub-district. Check health at the health center, and enter the file into the Office of Religious Affairs. Everything is done in order. Ghina and Albert had to prepare everything for their wedding.

“Loh, why?” Sri frowned. The woman took her time to accompany Ghina shopping, replacing Galena who was busy working out of town.

“She said she wanted a private party attended by relatives and close friends. Maybe the guest is no more than a hundred people,” explained Ghina. The woman pointed to one of the colors of the cloth that captivated her heart.

“Kok freak? Isn't it natural, a wedding was organized in a big way? Moreover, this is his first marriage,” said Sri. “Ghina, you've been watching her carefully, right? She doesn't have another girl out there?” whisik Sri reminded her sister-in-law.

“Yeah, Ma'am. There really is nothing, really. He was just afraid of being a neighbor, because I am a widow,” Ghina said with a small laugh. But then he sighed deeply enough, to be honest Ghina was also not sure what reason Albert refused the big party. He didn't want to publicize his marriage. Is it true that Albert intended to marry his widowed self?

“Ya Mbak just ngingetin aja, let's not regret later. But widows can't have that party?” sri said again. The woman, who entered the age of four heads, walked on the side of a mannequin featuring a slick kebaya dress. Sri then asked Ghina to try it.

“Everyone's view is different, Ma'am. There are those who can understand, there are also those who like to shine the life of people, as if he was the committee of heaven,” Ghina said while melengos. The young widow had swallowed a lot of neighbor's nyinyiran about her.

Sri Rahayu laughed at hearing it. “Yes too, anyway. The neighbor's talk is more spicy than the devil's cayenne habanero mix rawit, ya” he said. “Keep Ella how?” continued. He hadn't spoken to his nephew in a long time.

“The cold war between us is over, since Mbak came home that time. He is also not against my relationship with Albert,” Ghina said.

“Thank God it was. Hopefully this is the best decision for the three of you,” said Sri.

“What's the matter? Any more problems?” ask Sri.

Ghina stared at her brother-in-law for ten seconds. Her heart hesitated as to whether she needed to tell Ella's cigarette-smelling uniform what not. “Nothing, Ma'am. I'm just worried because he suddenly changed his mind.” Ghina told the truth to her sister.

“Ah, wait! Why are you busy looking for your own cloth? Who will get married ‘kan you two? She's planning on getting married, huh?” sri asked back suspicious of Albert.

“So he said he wanted to come here anyway, Ma'am. She wants me to choose the type and color of the fabric, then sewn in the place of her mother's subscription,” explained Ghina defending her future husband. “After this we will also look for rings and order catering,” he added.

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“Hm, how long have I not been here? That time I went in to put down his allowance and while he was having a fever.”

Ghina stepped into the princess's white room. Bed linen, window curtains, even the color of the wall has the same color. The tiny room looks very neat, without strands of dirty clothes hanging, or dust tucked in the corner of the room.

“Ella is indeed a child who likes cleanliness, exactly the late father first,” said Ghina. “But why do I feel like the room is emptier than before, huh? I think there are some things missing?” Ghina circulated her gaze throughout the room. He still felt a sense of awkwardness in that room.

“Ah, abbey, yes. Maybe he has no use for these items anymore, because he wants to finish High School,”, Ghina told herself. She opened the wardrobe and put down the new dress.

Pluck up! An object fell on a pile of cloth and textbooks. “Gosh! This right?” Ghina was aghast at the item she had just found. She did not expect, her daughter kept the thing.

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