Not Glass Cans

63. Wedding Invitation

It's Sunday morning, Wednesday is still a long way to pick up. It's so bored. No fierce boss stuck in the eyes, my lazy genie is rampant. With gontai I brought a broom to my room. I play my phone first. There's a message coming in from Anang.

*Mbak, prospective cafe instill your credit, I already got it. Strategically. *

Quickly I correct the credit.

^Nangs. Cash only. Sorry, forgot to correct. Please nego again dong, Nang. Cash here..^

I wait for Anang to reply. I clean up my room. The next room has been two days I haven't broomped.

*okay, mbak. I'll see the realtor again.*

Gass I'll reply to Anang's message.

^Kok through the broker is Nang, not directly who has?^

*It's a secondhand, ma'am. Strategic poll though. Yes, if used property, most scalpers. Who has it.*

Still worth it, Nang?^

I tidied the table near my bed, the white rose from Zayn had turned brown and dry, and even fell out of its petals. It's time to go down the display.Pesan Anang enter.

*New stuff, ma'am. Good price.*

*Look tomorrow, all of you come to my wedding. In the Yellow Face, at the Nurul Iman Mosque. 9 Hours.*

I won't answer, tomorrow is not my cut. That cctv imprisoned me. But I really want to be able to come..

*Mandatory to come, mbak. Some miss...*

Miss. what does it mean..

^What's missing, Nang?^

*person, mom....Not the monkey on the R block.*

Who is it, Nang, saying...^

Duh, main er ha es pulak, like I'm a be ge only.when the age is advanced...

^I try. But no promise..^

*We wait, ma'am.*

I let Anang message. Busy with my head meeting. The essence of Anang's message, in addition to happy news, but also makes the heart worried.

I finally decided, tomorrow just come to the wedding venue Anang. No matter the threatening cctv footage. I also canceled the clearance plan to the garage. This is a form of retaliation, a protest against the ferocious who has been arbitrary to me!

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A beautiful new shirt, it had hung perfectly on my shoulder. My heart's sweet, beautiful reflection in the glass like I'm not. Yes, it was the Muslim dress and the veil I was wearing on my body. In accordance with the event and the place that will be the purpose of my visit. Anang and Ikelah's wedding is the target of my dance this time.

A hooded robe, I suddenly bought it in Kanaya. Because when I ran away, I didn't bring any shar'i clothes. All I left in my hometown, in my closet.

This game is my own choice, without Sari accompanying me. Hotel visitors pretty creeped in last night. So, Sari was busy serving. Be happy with the crowd of Garju visitors. Signs of money gushing and flowing into Garrick Julian's account.

My matrek soul is growing. Garrick always compensated money in lieu of his guilt for me, even though he did it by accident. But the last one was even a deliberate and conscious mistake he made on me! Garrick didn't report any compensation.

It should be the number of transfers this time, much larger than it already is. Is that right, the bad guy with no guilt? Ah..My greedy soul roiled. Get replacement money, much better than free right?! Yes, is it not...?!

🎶Don't say no, Just say yes...🎺🎷

🎶Yes, better than you crying..🎺🎷

🎶Ruler...Ruler...🎷🎺

🎶Go..hambu money..🎺🎷

🎶Give me money..Give the servant money..🎺🎷

While I'm pinching my shoes, I'm kicking my favorite song. The mainstay song with friends while singing in the streets. Does anyone know no? Titled 'My Combat Aircraft', by Iwan Fals. It looks old, but it hit once.

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