Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
Smile Brings Wounds
All eyes are on the big family Cia, what else the men members of his family, they all become the lips of mother and daughter.
Almost the entire Cia family was present at his besi residence, including the bodyguards. It even turned out that Luan also participated this time, because Crishtian visited Indonesia, for the sake of his favorite grandson.
The bodyguards lined up along the entrance, and it made the villagers stare unblinkingly at them, including Ms. Sarah and Elina who had just arrived.
It turns out that Mother Marwah also invited them, no matter how they are still neighbors.
"Grandpa?" call Cia.
The girl with the baby blue dynamic was running small, towards the middle-aged man who looked still very fresh in shape. Even the two hands of Grandpa Crish were already stretched out ready to hug his favorite grandson.
"Holla, how are you, baby?" ask Grandpa Crish.
"Cici is healthy, how is Grandpa? Grandpa? Cici kangen the same Grandpa, must be Grandpa in forced same Papi huh? Om Where's Luan? Grandpa you know, Cici wants to mate Om Luan with Melody." Cia continued to speak, without giving the Grandpa the slightest chance to interrupt him.
"Let's sit down, Grandpa is tired of hearing you continue to speak." Grandpa Crishtian lamented, speaking in Indonesian, but still thick with his foreign dialect.
Cia chuckled at the middle-aged man's words, the woman let go of her embrace. Then turn to Pace Ilham who had pretended to stare in the other direction.
"Pace, Cici misses Pace." whine Cia without shame.
Even the woman who was already the status of Madam Alkan, immediately hugged the body of Ilham tightly.
"Opa I guess Cici forgot," said Pace Ilham slowly, but it sounded like a subtle innuendo.
Cia gave a smile hearing that, Pace Ilham was a little jealous that he was closer to Crishtian than to her.
"Older is still jealous, Cici is still Pace's beautiful grandson. Yes, even though, Om Raga has given granddaughter girls as well, but Cici is the most beautiful." said Cia confidently.
"Have not spoken, Opa wants to sit down." said Pace Ilham briefly.
The middle-aged man immediately headed for the chair that had been prepared, sitting right next to the besan, Crishtian.
"Cici kangen with Brother," said slowly Cia.
The woman hugged Galaska tightly, no matter how this guy with the syaiton chili mouth was still his favorite brother, who was handsome but annoying.
"Abang is not kangen," said Galaska's cuek.
Even the short-patterned man immediately walked away from the sister, Cia was holding both her legs back so as not to do the bar at this time. If only not in the event area, maybe Galaska's back or back head, had been the target of Cia's hovering sandal style.
"Sister Bell? your Prince is getting more and more handsome. In love then what is the same Mommy you, Lora is very beautiful wearing a veil." Cia kept on chattering.
The woman did not care about all the eyes that were staring at her, even Elina who had noticed the interaction of Cia and her family, did not seem to miss it in the least.
Elina's gaze turned to Mother Marwah who was also welcoming her iron family, the woman with the mute couple with her daughter-in-law, looking happy today.
It even turned out that Alkan was wearing a shirt of the same color, the dimpled man was chatting with Papi-in-law and his two grandfather-in-law. Alkan's friendly smile continued to expand, as his wife's cousins greeted him.
'I hate your smile, Mas.' murmured Elina.
Only this time he hated the man's smile, but Elina was waiting for him, a smile that never went to him, even if only a little.
***HOLLA MET MORNING EPRIBADEH
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