Replacement Ribs

34. Stranger Man at Syifa Wedding Party

Kirana sat next to her mother. Enjoy the food he just took. Unfortunately, the solo strait that had been seen teasing his tongue could not really be enjoyed. His appetite evaporated. It was all because of someone who kept spying on him.

From a distance, the man still stole a glance at him. Even though he was talking to someone. And the person who was talking to the foreign man was very recognizable to Kirana. Because he is Mr. Restu, his own father. Like a coincidence.

Kirana was getting uncomfortable. If he is not at the Syifa event, it is certain that he will go home at that time.but the rare moment is a pity to miss. Many of their friends have not yet arrived. Because events like that will definitely be a reunion event.

"Why are you, Nduk? Not eating?" ma'am Ambar saw Kirana just letting her food go.

"Later, Mom."

"Don't wait. If it is eaten. Mubadzir if banished."

"Yes," said Kirana so that her mother would no longer nag.

Although annoyed at feeling stalked, Kirana occasionally glanced at the man she knew. Couldn't he see Kirana's bulging belly? So you have to ask about the status of being single or not. Or maybe the man is one of the types of men who have an interest in pregnant women. And that question was just to tease her.

Kirana's body does look sexier when her stomach already looks enlarged. The chest is getting puffed up and the pelvis is more contained. Instantly a feeling of fear crept into him. He had to find out about the impolite man.

Kirana took her phone from inside the bag. Pretending to be busy playing mobile phone even though he was trying to take photos. The man seemed to be aware of the camera. He stared at the screen and the mask-covered handsome face was caught on camera by Kirana's phone. A handsome? Yes, thick eyebrows and a clean face and well-groomed hair may represent the face behind the mask.

Kirana saved her phone back. If there was a chance, he would ask Syifa or Baraka about the man who was still staring at him. One of them must know the owner of the thick eyebrows.

Invitational guests are coming more and more. Because the akad event is coupled with the reception then the people are getting crowded. Enough to block the gaze of a strange man's eagle on the other end.Kirana can enjoy the food she took without feeling supervised.

However, the food he was about to swallow stopped at the tip of his tongue as the voice of the host so soft and melodious sounded.

"To Mr and Ms Tristan Pratama please deign to take a picture with the bride and groom."

The call was repeated again. Kirana was still glued to her seat. Until his mother's hand made him look.

"You were asked for a photo, Nduk!"

Feeling that her husband was named Tristan, Kirana left her seat. This must be the work of Syifa who write lists that will be asked for photos. Already know come sanditri. Why should we also call the name of the person who is not likely to come. Did Syifa deliberately want to publicize her married status to her invited guests who were some of their school friends? Kirana grumbled in her heart.

When he went up to the stage, he was shocked. From the opposite direction, a man climbed onto the top of the pelaminan. She was?!

Kirana's face turned red with embarrassment. His guess is also correct. There was another guest with the same name as her husband. Withstanding the embarrassment Kirana who was already standing on the stage also stepped aside.

"Yes! Where are you going?" Syifa's voice sounded out calling out to him.

Kirana also turned over "Sorry. Misheard!" kirana smiled awkwardly.

"No!" sahut Syifa took back Kirana's hand.

Kirana also frowned. Instantly he was flabbergasted when he saw the man in the uniform batik shirt standing beside Baraka opening the mask at the request of one of the people from the documentation team.

How could she not recognize her own husband? Tristan has changed a little. His body is getting thinner. The hair on his face was shaved. Her hair was neater because it looked like it had just been trimmed.

It was like Kirana threw her high heels at the man who had been stalking her since. With a sinless face, Tristan just acted as if he did not realize the evil that made Kirana furious.

Kirana's frustration had to be paused because the photo kuru asked her to stand next to Syifa. And some styles were taken. Not enough photos of four. Kirana asks for a photo with her best friend using her mobile phone.

"Pick up the picture!" Kirana held out her phone to Baraka.

"Yes, the bride caught being a photographer" Baraka said. But he also took Kirana's phone and she got off the stage.

After taking photos until the two women got bored, Baraka returned Kirana's phone. He thought the Kirana and Syifa business was over and there were still hugs and cries. As if they were far apart.

"Review yes, Mas! Don't try to separate me from Syifa" Kirana joked.

Kirana chuckled at Baraka's sour face. He got off the stage because the queue of guests who were about to congratulate the bride had snaked.

At the end of the stairs, Tristan was already waiting for him. Although inwardly restraining his annoyance, he let Tristan help him down the stairs. Because the attention of the invited guests is now focused on them. A couple who have not heard from their wedding.

"How are you doing my son's future mother?" Tristan opened the conversation after a while the two just kept quiet. Currently they are sitting at the VIP table according to the direction of the committee.

Kirana turned her face away from her husband's gaze. "Why are you here?"

A faint smile rose on Tristan's face in response to Kirana's folded face.

"I read the invitations on your room table Mr and Mrs Pratama. You and I, right?.That's why I came."

The invitation from Syifa is written the name of the husband and wife for those who are married. Kirana almost forgot that Syifa also gave her 2 sets of clothes. A set for his father and mother. Another set for him and Tristan. Although he had already refused because Tristan would not be able to attend. But unexpectedly, her husband was now sitting with her. I don't know when she's coming, because Kirana was staying at Syifa's house last night.

"I just found out that you're a judge. It's ok. So not just any man can get close to you."

"It's not funny at all!" kirana ketus.

Tristan chuckled as he shifted his seat closer to Kirana. The burly hand stretched out rubbing the protruding stomach. Kirana could not shake the feeling of haru who returned to sneak. However, in the bottom of his heart stored desire to undergo pregnancy like most pregnant women. Which can be spoiled on the husband and get more attention from the father of the baby. Although all this time the desire was forced to be harbored because he did not know, whether the presence of the baby was really wanted by Tristan.

"I hope to be the first to touch her. But instead of being the third person," said Tristan sounding soft.

"But it's okay. I can still be a standby father after this," his errata that did not get any response from Kirana.

Tristan did not run out of material to keep trying to get his wife to talk. Although Kirana's response was only silent or said with a faint tone.

"You don't want to eat anything? I saw you weren't eating."

"How do I eat. You're watching me like a stalker!"

Tristan again chuckled, he went to get the same food that Kirana had taken. Two pieces of meat and vegetable rollade plus sauce.

"I don't want to eat that!" reject Kirana as the plate containing the solo strait is held in front of her.

"Keep what?"

"Hinn."

"There is no pickled menu here." said Tristan. The man's voice somehow sounded like such a patient person.

"I want to pickle."

Tristan breathed out slowly. "Let's go home! We're looking for a pickle outside!" bring later.

"We? Yes you are. I'm lazy to have to be hot."

"Yes. I bought it, you wait at home" Tristan replied patiently.

They also moved from the chair. Then say goodbye to the show owner before going home.

Kirana saw the black sedan car she knew was on Apparently Tristan came with his own vehicle. For the sake of the man was willing to take the road that took a long time to get to his house.

"Don't go home if you can't get the salt" Kirana said before she got out of the car.

"Yes." Yeah."

Kirana laughed in her heart. Suppose Tristan found out, looking for pickles in a small town where Kirana lived was not as easy as finding food in the city where he lived.