My wife is a Jungle

Happy Ends

Ha-ha-ha.. beautiful once father's daughter,” said Pitung kissed Beleza's forehead. “I'm sorry dad, yes... for almost killing you guys, it's a good thing we met the guy who was chopping wood in the Forest and said that you guys are fine and got married today.”

“Yes, even we postponed our immigration to the South to meet you for the last time,” between Udin whose smile was embraced by Nerida.

The two had been married also a few days ago, so Sampuraga could only frown—because he was tired he struggled and Udin also reaped the results.

“Ha-ha-ha.. Then let's go inside our simple house—father-in-law and... i-mother-in-law!” Zul is still nervous when faced with his mother, Beleza even though his in-laws smiled widely at him, but the smile looks like forced.

Jarjit hides in a crowd of Jungle Youth vying to eat the dish cakes reserved for wedding guests Zul and Beleza. Jarjit was embarrassed to face his friend, because he was the one who had shot Zul— so that both of them almost died carried away by a very heavy river current.

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The Jungle Troupe is only briefly at the wedding of Zul and Beleza, because they are not comfortable mingling with strangers and with their passing, beleza and Zul will never see them again.

Beleza is very sad, but he is also happy because both his parents and the Jungle Tribe have approved his marriage to Zul, the man of his dreams.

After the guests had left Zul's house, he immediately carried Beleza and brought her to the room in a hurry, no longer pretending to be unwilling like when in the Lodge Stopover.

Frowning Zul's father saw him and shook his head slowly. “So, want young again or young bini he-he-he ...”

However, suddenly the broom handle floated to his forehead, so the pecans were thrown and showed his head which was the football field of the lice.

“Gosh, I was just kidding because it was nice to see our son would make grandchildren so crowded this house. Not lonely as a Kuntilanak nest,” grunggutu while staring at Emak Zul and run to the Oppung Sirait Shop to watch Soccer.

“A for sale, Baby?” whispered Zul was impatient, his blood was boiling and the Scepter was also upright like an electric pole.

“Ummm... how, yes?” cananda Beleza smiled brightly. “How about tomorrow?” He imitates Zul's attitude as when in the Lodge Stopover.

“Oh, can not... time to turn into ZUltraman bed!” zul yelled jumping at Beleza.

Wrinkling the neighbors left, right, behind and across the street by the Zul. He was too excited, even until the innocent neighborhood children asked their parents—why Zul was screaming like that.

They were playing horse games because their childhood was not happy, so now they can be happy. That's what one of the wisest dads said, while the others even told their children to sleep.

...~Tamat~...

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Thank you to my faithful readers, wife of the Jungle. Honestly, this novel makes a handsome gap when writing it, whether or not Bang Regar to the thought of making a romantic comedy story. Yes, although ultimately not good either. 😁😁😁