Not Glass Cans

122. Conditional

Half of the third-floor area of Elgar's hotel is a grand hall specially prepared by Garrick for my wedding reception. The future will certainly be promoted as an offer of public facilities, perhaps interested in renting and using.

And now, the VIP rooms outside the hall are where the relatives who come away from the Central Java and Riau areas stay. The province where Garrick's parents came from.

Indirectly, this hotel has been operating by starting service at the wedding reception of its owner. Although Garrickpun has also hired a package of wedors to take care of the event, for the smooth running of our wedding reception.

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Although sometimes standing and sometimes sitting, it feels very sore this waist. Want to end soon and just melt it down. But the road of this event is still going on for a long time..

Duhai guest invitation.. Come immediately in unison... And your long queue runs out... I can't wait for you again... Come on, hurry up come along... Don't just come up with such a bunch of uprites.. Swear down on you all immediately... In order to quickly suffer pain in my hips and waist... Oh, oh, oh..Guest condangan.... I was still expecting you... You seem to get me excited!

"El....Are you hungry?" After greeting the elongated guest and sitting down, Garrick asked me. My husband's face is so bright. Last night's exhaustion and disappointment that may be felt, as if vanished without rest.

"Yet..Just a little thirsty.." Garrick nodded in understanding. Waving to the hotel clerk sitting on standby to take care of my and Garrick's needs.

"Did last night make you tired?" Garrick whispered and smiled meaningfully at his question.

"But..I still owe you.. Excuse me..Are you disappointed in me?" I looked at me, embarrassed when I saw Garrick starting to develop his smile on me...

"I understand, El.. I'm the one who's too scared to make you sick. But don't worry, we'll pay it off together. I owe you too." That beautiful face looked pias after saying my words.

I guess I did too, even my face must have turned red by now. Just to be sure, Garrick and I put on a smile together later. Perhaps also, he was thinking about the failure to fire his generals at my crown last night. Duh, maak!

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Guest condangan may have run out, stay close relatives only the rest. Actually, the one who enlivened this event was from my relatives. It's coming from all directions.

Makhlum, my father who is from Solo, Central Java is the eldest of seven brothers and lives spread. My mother is also from five brothers in Malang who also live scattered between cities. But the closest and most familiar is from my pakdheku family in Blitar.

For the relatives of Garrick, it is also quite a lot. But..Garrick's relatives almost simultaneously came pouring into the reception. Some came together yesterday, before the marriage contract and stayed at the hotel. Some came this morning and didn't stay, but went straight home. Because work is primary.

My friends' troupe has also passed. Their arrival ended with an invitation to go up the mountain together. Of course their stories were very tempting to me.

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Alhamdullah.... Ah, relief is so great. My wedding reception was over and no guests were seen coming again. All have come. And there may be some who are not coming with a message of greeting.

Two close relatives are now gathering after the ashar adhan. Maybe soon also come reverberating adhan maghrib time. We were gathered at the rooftoop.

The only immediate family left was the pakdhe family, the Armand family and also my mother. Ms. Salsa and her husband, Mas Arga and Kimbo, my son, have returned to Jakarta just now. It was also work that dragged my sister's family to quickly leave for the capital.

Relatives who have not come and are being awaited by Garrick this time are Daehan, Zayn and Stepmother, aka also my step-mother-in-law. Ah, I can't imagine how I'll behave to my new mother.

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"The...Coke mom comfortable se, Shi... Pengen cepet. Very rich your husband, iki.. Family from Batam long time coming to, Si..?" My mother felt uncomfortable in the hotel. I wanted to go home, but I held back. Waiting for my father-in-law to come from Batam. My mother finally got along and held pakdhe with her.

"How else, buk... My soul mate is like this. Would you rather I be a spinster?" My mother widened her eyes at me. I avoid fingerstrokes that might catch me.

"Eh..Iki boy... Ora... Yes, may you be happy forever. Loved to be with your husband. You have to be careful.. Manut to your husband.. Ojo seneng.." While carrying the tea I had made, my mother quickly left me. Did my mom cry?

"Open..." I got the sound source. Oh, there's Armand's wife, but Tuti is holding her ball and standing behind me. Mas Armand was at Juanda airport, Surabaya, picking up his stepmother.

"Yes, ma'am..." I approached Armand's wife. Kutowel puffed up arms belong to the fat boy's toddler.

"There's a message for you. That's mas Nino. He called Armand last night. He said he's sorry for you, can't come now. Again there is an integrated service to refugees in Semeru. Maybe next week we'll be back..." Mbak Tuti said while cradling a toddler in his cradle.

"Yes mbak. Thank you, mbak.. I helped me invite and explain to Mas Nino.." Ma'am Tuti smiled.

"Yes, Elsi... You're welcome.."

"Mr...!! Mbaak...!! There's a mas guanteng coming..!! Duh, mbaaak.." Uh, bocaaah... Coming here is horrendous. Heellen came patting his chest.

"Who, Hill...?" While I cleaned the damp kitchen table after the cubikin tea.

"Bak-mbak both don't ask.. Where do I know....All I know is the handsome doang...! There, at the look..!" Uh, kid.. I left the kitchen table I finished cleaning. Me and Tuti head to the living room in front.

Heellen was still busy with her claps on the chest. The beautiful boy with beautiful glowing deer eyes was still a lebay turtle and was shocked. Ah, that must be the reason for him. Heellen must be looking for a chance. Spending again the rest of my ice cream that I brought from the house Kacuk, early in the morning.

His mother, Budhe Sri, did not like if her beautiful daughter was fattening because of the frequent eating of ice cream. Makhlum, Heellen's age is still vulnerable and in puberty. So it is the duty of the mother to strictly control, what food her daughter likes. Not to regret later! Although actually, my ice cream is made from selected quality ingredients and of course very safe.

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Degh...! Little surprised. Zayn, Daehan and stepmother have been sitting sweetly with Garrick and relatives in the now-crowded living room. They welcomed me and Mr. Tuti with different gazes each of which we then shook hands with each other. Oh, maybe Zayn is what Heellen meant.

"Thank you, mom.. Sorry, I went straight home. No time for saying goodbye." Stepmother nodded.

"Not a man, El. We understand." Stepmother's delicate hand patted my shoulder, then touched my cheek. Stepmother pulled me to sit down.

I'm getting my eyes fixed. Daehan is embracing his brother Garrick. Garrick also embraced Daehan. Oh, moving.. Do they miss each other? Sorry, Daehan..I didn't mean to take your brother away from you..

"El..Congratulations yes. I hope, Bang Garrick can make you happy forever. If she ever disappoints you, just come to me..!" Uh, maak..! Duh, Zay..He speaks very casually. And now all eyes looked in wonder at him. Zayn.., the boy remained relaxed no matter what everyone looked at him.

"Zay...! If you speak well. Already, you wash your face in the back..Zay..!" The stepmother seemed to go awry in front of the relatives.

But Zayn, the good sableng boy, shrewdly went also to the back. Saving his mother's face.

"E..!! Congratulations yes... You've successfully married to bang Garrick. My smart brother..!" Uh..This time the youngest. Daehaa....Is it me who seems to be really after your brother..?! The bocil..!

"Daehaa.... Thanks yaaa..Thanks to your prayers and support, your brother Garrick has finally caught up with me and married me..." Uh, babibil...Daehan cut my lips off. Don't know, what the leak is a turtle.., or indeed really upset with me. Clearly, Garrick smiled at me as his hand stroked Daehan's head repeatedly. Like it was calming that leak to no longer attack me.

"When are you going to Batam?" Daehan turned to ask my husband. All the eyes of relatives are now turning to other brothers who are far from his age.

"Fastly, Daehan. But first I will go to Semarang." Garrick kept looking at me with his arms around Daehan.

"Daehan, how many days have you been here?" Daehan distanced himself from his brother.

"Bang Zayn said tomorrow morning to go home." The boy looked at the stepmother and got a nod from her mother.

Yggw....!!!

Eits..! What's that.. The sound of glass breaking sounded from the kitchen. What's up..? Heellen..?! Why that girl. Ha.ha.. Today is a good day for me..

We walked to each other quickly to the kitchen door. Uh...What is this sight?

We all seem very clear. Heellen had just been picked up by Zayn and was seated on a high kitchen table. Zayn's shirt is full of brown stains. Uh, I think it's a brown stain from my ice cream. What the hell are they doing?

"Hill..Why are you?!"

"Zay..! What are you doing?!"

Budhe Sri and Mutia's stepmother, almost together, cried out to their respective children.

"This crappy gold wants to grab the ice cream I'm holding, buk..!" Uh.. At once, Heellen covered her mouth with her fingers. The clear eyes of the deer widened when he realized the mistake of his speech.

"Helleeeen.! How many times have you promised mom...??!!" Budhe Sri shrieked while glaring at the Heellen.

"Then you, Zayn..! Why did you pick up that girl and put her there..?" This time it was the stepmother who exclaimed, but it was quite slow.

"Look at it yourself.. Uh..! Does it look..?" Zayn very casually pointed. Pointing to the floor and pointing to Heellen's heels.

Oh..The floor had scattered many broken glass. It must be a glass bowl covered from my ice cream packaging. And... Heellen's barefoot feet had bled on her heels.

"But why would you take the ice cream, Zayn..?" The voice of the stepmother had turned rather soft.

"My passerby, he still holds the bowl. When I got back, the ice cream in the bowl was almost gone. He mostly eats ice cream. Before long.., this boy's body will be over-sized..." Zayn said casually and indifferently while shaking off the remaining ice cream on his shirt.

The boy walked back to the back and into the bathroom in the corner outside the kitchen.

Heellens... Uh, the boy was looking at me smiling while clapping his hands on his chest... Duh, maak! The bocil....

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🐞🐞🐞 Good Readers.. Please do not slack off authoritative ya... Leave sweet memories here.. This story will be finished in 3 more chapters...

The good brother who is stuck there and wants this novel to end soon.. Patience... It would be strange if this messy story suddenly cut ended just like that....I want to end with sweetness, even though this story is still empty of readers.. But you are the only encouragement I have..!🙏✌❤

Zayn's story.maybe one day I continue.. But not for now2..Pardon.. There are still 2 story foundations that I have built.. I'll continue that one first if I have time.. Because, it seems a pity if there is a mangkrak2 so on my album...

...Thank you Singgahmuuu.....

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