My Beloved Baby Sitter's

Eps. 77

Today is a day that makes the days of Wulan during the previous month feel slow.

The day that made his heart so happy just by imagining it.

It was still a little dark, even the sun had just peeked at the eastern end, when the beautiful had suddenly arrived and knocked on the door of the room of the girl who had just shed her face.

Fajr had passed, but Wulan still faithfully committed himself to asking for his smoothness and steadiness for the most historic day of his life.

"Wulan?!" Beautiful calling behind the door.

"Yes" replied the girl opening the door to her room.

Beautiful comes along with two professional MUA people who will beautify Wulan on this special day.

In her hands was beautiful carrying a kebaya that was still wrapped in plastic neatly. A beautiful white bone-brucat kebaya specially ordered for Wulan.

Although it was still morning, the atmosphere of Wulan's house was already so boisterous.

Neighbors and relatives come to help prepare for all the needs needed.

The small yard of his house did not forget to be transformed into a beautiful and different.

A colorful tent, with a mopaminan chair filled with floral ornaments and Javanese decorations.

The marriage that made the whole village talk about how lucky the girl was.

It may look like a Cinderella story.

Make other girls their age dream the same thing.

Wulan is lucky! That's what they say.

Both women who work as make up artists began to play their fingers.

Make the face of Wulan naturally beautiful as a canvas on the masterpiece they will produce.

It is not difficult to beautify a girl who has been born with natural beauty like Wulan.

Wulan was stunned staring at the reflection of herself in the mirror.

His face blushed, never imagined this day would actually arrive.

All his dreams have been imagined before his eyes.

His heart was beating uncharacteristically, but a smile involuntarily fell on the face of the ayu.

Drrr.tt....

The old smartphone that has started to fade and outdated it vibrates on the front desk.

With her face still upright following the direction of the fairy, Wulan's hands began to palpate on the pale white flat object.

The girl opened a message that had just come in.

His eyes stared at every word that lay there.

Wulan was stunned for a moment, the smile on her face disappeared. Suddenly the girl was grim.

'congratulations on your marriage to Jason, may you be happy, I may not come. All this is too painful for me' ~ibram.

Regardless of the two women who are still struggling to beautify themselves on that special day.

Wulan was just daydreaming, her mind was deadlocked, not knowing what to answer on the message on the phone that she held tightly.

Ibram was a good man, and Wulan knew that for sure.

He had considered Ibram his best friend, the only one who would listen to him when no one in the city was far from his village.

He expected nothing more than their friendship.

Neither did the sense that Ibram felt for Wulan.

Wulan could not accept that, but also did not want Ibram to be injured like this.

Wulan was pensive, on a happy day like this, why was Ibram who he had regarded as a brother even unhappy?

Meanwhile, the,

Ibram slammed his phone into the bed.

His hand squeezed out a golden invitation, then threw it with anger and disappointment.

The man never thought it would end this sad.

Never once imagined, his heart would be this sick and broken.

He should have known from the beginning that Wulan's heart was never there for him.

That day he should have understood. The day when she expressed love for the wulan at a fast food restaurant when she was about to take Wulan to the train station that morning.

She should have realized then when Wulan took off her hand, that the opportunity would never exist for her.

"I'm sorry, but Wulan already considers Ibram like Wulan's own brother. Wulan loves Ibram to the extent, sorry Wulan yes mas"

The girl's words were still clearly ringing in her ears until this moment.

At first Ibram was still convinced, there would be a chance for him to convince Wulan and prove everything.

But it turns out that she was not that strong when Wulan's wedding invitation with a man who was none other than Jason reached her hand.

His heart was torn so deep, he wouldn't be able to see it all.

Ibram repeatedly ruffled his own frustrated hair.

His narrowed eyes stared at the nanar and reddened.

He really did not know how to, his spirit suddenly disappeared.

His sturdy shoulders felt so weak this time around, slumping like they were devoid of energy.

The man leaned in despair.

***

"Sir, are you ready yet?" Yuni asked who was peeking behind the door of Wulan's room that opened slightly.

"It's deck." Wulan replied as she turned her face towards her sister.

"Walaaahh, Mbak Wulan is very beautiful e" said the teenage girl with eyes that round in amazement.

"You're also beautiful, you wear your kebaya on deck" replied Wulan smiling.

Yes, his brother who is always cheerful usually installment and can not be silent it suddenly looks different.

Dressed in a yellowish kebaya with a simple bun of flowers, Wahyuni looked beautiful. His face is also self-sufficient with a flawless makeup is perfect for girls his age.

"Sir, then let's get ready to come out. Soon the prospective husband will arrive right?!" Urge Wahyuni while pulling Wulan's hand.

"Yes, yeah, a minute. Beware dong Yuni" Wulan was forced to follow his sister.

The clock shows that at nine in the morning, another hour should be done soon.

Wulan waited nervously and impatiently for her future husband who never came.

Actually Jason and some of the closest people have arrived in the city where Wulan village is located since yesterday.

They stay at a nearby hotel for the sake of time effectiveness.

Wulan's heart was pounding more and more, when the sound of the motorcade began to enter the parking area available outside the tent.

Neighbors and villagers began to peek at what Wulan's future husband said was a rich and handsome man.

Is that him coming?

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