My Complicated Love: Triangle Love + You

The wedding party 2

"Dian!"

Said the brunettes sitting cross-legged in the family-only VIP room. Brian approached quickly and hugged the middle-aged woman who is now Susan—'s in-law Mama Anne.

With English and his original accent

"I am so sorry, i ...,"

"Is there something?" Mama Anne slightly rounded her eyes not liking Brian's delay.

"No, Mom. Susan and I ...."

"Hello, Ms. Anne ...," said Susan overtaking Brian's words.

"Hi, darling .., from now on, call me Mom. And you both get angry! All the guests were waiting. Don't waste more time, okay!"

"Yes, Mommy. I am sorry ...,"

"Ah, shoooo .. shooo .. get angry, darling. I know— ,okay? I know."

Mama Anne gently pushed the child's arms and daughter-in-law back into the dressing room, next to the room.

Some makeup artists who had been ready since then looked at the arrival of the two with an annoyed look, but held back and smiled thinly forcing. Breathing a sigh of relief because the customer who is considered an important person even makes their work delayed and is now hunted by time.

Brian entered the dressing room followed by an assistant who brought him a suit for reception. So is Susan who is welcome to sit in front of the dressing table, and ready to be given a touch of makeup by a professional makeup artist.

An hour of preparation passed, Brian and Mama Anne passed to the location of the photo shoot in the beach area and gathered with the groomsmen for a photo session, without Susan the bride.

"It has to be yes, Dam?" whispered Brian who felt lazy had to pose according to the direction of the photographer.

"So he said, yes, you come, sir come along" said Adam.

"I have to pose, my God! The photos will be quite the same as you guys, I wait for the same photo of Susan. What the fuck!" Brian began to be provoked by the mood because it must be arranged in style. While Brian is not used to the photo, this time even asked to pose.

Mama Anne approached Brian who was seen talking to Adam. "Dian. What are you doing?"

With English only mastered by Mama Anne, Brian also responded similarly when talking to his mother.

"Mama, what is this photo session? I don't feel like I need these kinds of things. Oh my God .. how could I not have known there was such an idea! Now they're doing what my wife is doing, help someone call Susan. I'm starting to get uncomfortable" Brian protested in a whisper.

"This-the-name-wedding, Ian. Don't protest, just do it" said Mama Anne. While Brian sighed violently because he was forced to follow the rules of the photographer.

A moment later the expected woman walked towards him. And patted her back from behind. "How does it look?" said Susan. Brian was stunned and turned around, looking in amazement at his wife's current appearance.

"My god—," said Brian sighing in amazement.

"No photos or reception, we go straight to the room, yuk, yuk," joked Brian with raised eyebrows, flinging a mischievous smile with the glare of his eyes.

"Inget your bruises!" susan answered while pinching Brian's hand.

"Whatever," Brian rolled his eyes, like he knew the answer he would get.

The photo and video session of the wedding moment continued smoothly. The entire team of photographers, escorts, family, and the two brides were referred to the venue to begin the reception.

A large white sandy land on the beach. There is an open hall decorated in such a way, looks beautiful by a number of white flower arrangements, as well as all party equipment in line with light blue alloy.

Remang decorative lights accompany the atmosphere of the seconds of time change, when it appears the sun began to sink from behind the stretch of sea that stretches. The private cottage is shrouded in a romantic, minimalist aura, but still looks luxurious.

A number of well-appointed round dining tables surround a promenade of dance areas. Table with a series of lily vases, crystal-topped candle holders become the central wine glass and exclusive cutlery around it. Because some of the equipment was engraved with gold ink initials—Brian and Susan.

That night all the invited guests were present, only the possibility of the rest not coming for special reasons.

The two brides who have been officially as husband and wife show a happy face. Without a single person knowing the moments of the bridal night that passed did not feel perfect for Brian or Susan. At least not reduce the warmth of both for a word 'satisfied'.

"We don't have to stay here long, do we?" whispered Brian lowered his head to get closer.

"You mean?" susan asked, not understanding the husband's next plan.

"How many hours do we have to be here? One-two hours is enough, isn't it?"

"We have not been long until, after all, the WO rundown has been arranged, do not skip the schedule, dong, Bri ...," Susan persuaded in a uncomfortable tone.

"Hm .. I'm still sick ...," Brian said with a spoiled expression.

"Its." Susan pinched the small cheek of her husband who was getting saturated and was trying to shorten the time of the event for many reasons.

"Yes, hum .. okay, deh. But, you don't run away anymore. Now, we meet the relations." Brian turned his head and bent his hand and put it on his waist, offering Susan to wrap her hand around.

The couple began to walk slowly according to the direction of the organizer team heading to the pelaminan and following the main event of the party.

The dance floor surrounded by guests is the center of attention of a couple who dance quietly and look happy.

The man's face looked lethargic, very contrary to the feeling in his chest that was very rumbling full of jealousy.

'This is the end, right, Sue ...?' the inner man named Dicky.

Guests began to enter the dance floor area one by one, some young guests and relations followed the dance that was started by the bride.

One of the co-workers approached and patted Dicky's arm to speak, but it remained as if the corner of his smile could no longer be lifted. His closed leg lips trembled thinly trying to hold back.

"No chilling, man? Ex is alone, huh! Why are you mojok here?" the man's words were accompanied by an awkward laugh at Dicky barely poking at his words.

"Who?" dicky answered just that.

"Well, Eva. Ex lo many, ex where else, huh?" the man was still trying to throw jokes.

Dicky just nodded slowly.

"First, lah. I'm tired of overtime."

"Halaah .., join the kids here. That's right!" The man named Wira pulls Dicky's arm to invite him to Eva, the former.

A beautiful woman with a peach-colored knee-length dress who was standing among her office friends, immediately awkward about the arrival of Dicky who still holds a wine glass in his hand.

"Erick?" The woman's eyes glimpsed at the glass Dicky was holding. She barely ever knew about her lover who had drunk alcohol like that.

"Hi" said Dicky.

Wira elbowed Dicky's waist slowly, giving a code so that his friend immediately invited Eva to join the dance session.

"Erick wants to take the dance, just shy." Wira took the initiative to state that there was absolutely no intention whatsoever from Dicky.

"Huh, what?" dicky replied as he frowned in confusion looking at the man whose height was no more than an ear next to him.

"Apaan, anyway, Wira ..., Ericknya said no," Eva coyly replied. At once his facial expression was implied disappointment, because Dicky seemed to deny the invitation.

Because it was not pleasing, Dicky was forced to agree with the words of Wira.

"Eh, that was .. he meant just a moment, I'm still tired. But, yes it is. Instead of the dance session over, yuk, Va!" Dicky reached out his hand to welcome Eva whose face began to re-dazzle with pleasure.

"But you .. don't get drunk, right? Duh, you all drink wine ...," said Eva subtly.

"Oh my goodness, Eva. I lived in the UK for a long time, please. Don't take it long, will you?" dicky replied as he rolled his eyes at Eva's words.

Eva nods her head in greeting Dicky's hand and walks towards the dance floor where guests begin dancing in pairs.

Dicky started to re-launch the brain into action, he walked closer to Susan and Brian. Then, dance close to the bride and groom who are enjoying the romantic dance atmosphere at their wedding.

Susan and Brian who saw Dicky next to their position is now immediately awkward, until Brian pauses and whispers Susan to return to the wedding table.

Susan prevents Brian by holding her husband's hand still attached to the waist.

"Don't stop!" susan whispered as she looked at Brian, because she thought leaving the situation was not a sweet reply.

Brian sighed heavily, avoiding the attitude that began to provoke emotions. He finally nodded slowly approving an idea that sounded ridiculous.

The situation of the two is quite strange to see Eva who does not understand the situation behind it all. Because the main purpose is to heat each other up.

"Hi, Sister Susan. Congrats, yeah!" Eva looks over and says hello while dancing with Dicky. "Great acceleration, ma'am. Beautiful you ..," said Eva throw praise at Susan who returned a smile, accompanied by Brian whose face began to smile again won.

Dicky who felt awkward trying to neutralize his emotions to look ordinary and just look at Susan. Then, quickly looked back at Eva "You are no less beautiful."

Eva's face seemed to be blushing, while Dicky replied to her with the most pretentious smile he had ever done.

"You fit in, huh. Good luck, yes!" said Susan.

"Oh, thank you. Susan's." Dicky answered quickly with a cynical smile.

Susan knew very well that Dicky was no longer in a relationship with Eva, on the information of Inca mama at that time. But Dicky's response was shocking

"You go ahead, thank you for coming." Brian patted Dicky's arm slowly to get Susan back to her seat. However, Susan had just agreed and the two were about to turn around. Dicky stopped the bride's second steps.

"Eh, Sir! Uh ... sorry, Brian ... Bro. Can I interrupt my best friend's dance?"

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