Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
Hold a Little
Cia smiled sweetly at Alkan, currently the couple was preparing to attend a wedding. As Alkan said yesterday, today he will marry a couple in a small village.
Cia also did not waste the opportunity to come, what else when the husband invited her, the opportunity will not come twice.
Even Cia chose risegn from DIAMOND QUEEN a few days ago, for the sake of being a good wife. Cia wants to give all her time to Alkan and take care of Mommy Marwah. Simple life like this alone is enough for him, the honor money that Alkan gave Cia will use as well as possible, although the amount is many times smaller than his honor when working at DIAMOND QUEEN. But it didn't matter, as long as she was healthy, Alkan was healthy, her Mother-in-law was healthy, her whole family was fine, Cia was grateful. Even after Cia found out Alkan had another business, the woman did not want to know. Yang Cia knew, anyway this handsome husband was a Mr. Penghulu, nothing more.
"You are very beautiful to wear this kebaya," said Alkan arrived.
Even Cia who was pairing the buttons of the white shirt that Alkan was wearing, immediately raised her face. One corner of her lips lifted, even Cia was seen staring in wonder at the husband. Why the more day this matchless and gentle husband, the more clever to change it.
"But why are his subordinates jeans? where's skirt?" ask Alkan again.
His two brown dark netra stared at Cia's appearance from top to bottom. The wife is so beautiful wearing a simple but elegant peach-colored kebaya, but the subordinates that Cia wears today are not kebaya skirts, but jeans.
"We will use the motor there, later if Cici wear his skirt from home, the seat can not run, Kang Mas" said spontaneously Cia.
The woman continued to talk, but both eyes were still focused on putting her husband's buckle together. Even without hesitation Cia put the shirt that Alkan, into the trousers of materials used by the husband.
"Don't go deep inside" Alkan protested, as he felt one of Cia's hands had gone wrong.
"Hold a little doang, last night just hold it a lot of nothing." said Cia did not accept.
Even deliberately Cia nudged the Thai cassava, making the owner of the garden lethargic blood, lingering.
"Let's go!" take Cia fast.
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There are hills, valleys, rice fields, vegetable plantations, even farmers and planters who are working are not spared from his sight.
Because the time is still quite early, the rural air makes Cia's lungs feel fresh. The peach woman breathes in every air that enters her nose.
"It's still far, huh, Mas?" ask Cia.
Cia placed her chin on Alkan's shoulder, even though her husband's face was blocked by a helmet, but Cia knew that Alkan was currently smiling at her.
"In a moment," cried Alkan a little loudly.
Their voices were carried by the wind, so Cia and Alkan's hearing was slightly disturbed. One of Alkan's hands gently caressed the back of Cia's hand, which was coiled around her stomach.
This was Alkan's first experience during his time as Penghulu, bringing in a woman while he was on duty in the field, and the woman was his own wife.
After going up and down the mountain, Alkan and Cia finally heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the curved yellow janur, in a large blue tent.
The blue tent that will bear witness to the union of two people who love each other, united in the pledge before God and man. Become a couple Samawa Till Janah, the world and the hereafter.
"Mas, Cici change the skirt first" said Cia.
His two gray eyes glanced to and fro, in order to find a place for him to ride.
"Yes, let's find the house of the people who have the owner." invite Alkan.
The dimpled man immediately took Cia's hand, and brought her into one of the residents' houses.
UNFORTUNATELY THERE ARE NO PHOTOS OF CICI USING KEBAYA, MALES NGEDITNYA, LATER AJA PAS RECEPTION😂😂😜😜
