Romisa Life

7

The pronunciation of kabul has been pronounced Arga Putra with a smooth and clear breath. Instantly a boisterous voice said Sah and thanksgiving echoed in the room of the main hall.

After the core event was completed Arga was dribbled to the pelaminan and Mass who was still in the dressing room was called to go to the pelaminan.

"Neng now Neng has become his wife Mr. Arga Putra, carry out Neng's obligations as a wife well," said Bi Ita holding Misa's hand and staring at haru.

"Yes Bi." Smile sweetly at the force.

"Sir," call Uncle Reno who entered the room.

The two women turned their heads towards the voice, Uncle Reno smiled and walked over to Misa who was still sitting on the dressing chair.

"Uncle has a gift for you" gave a small pouch before Mass.

"Isn't Mass not a birthday today?" Wonderful Misa glanced at the small pouch.

"It's not a birthday but it's a wedding, and it's a gift from Uncle" he said at the end of the smile.

"Let's Uncle," kept that little pouch over the dresser.

"Let's time for you to go to the wedding, let auntie take you, may be happy deck," led Misa to her feet.

Misa stood up and smiled towards her Uncle, there was a flash of doubt and sadness from Misa's eyes. Hah.he sighed deeply to throw away the tightness in his heart.

*****

Ita's aunt accompanied Misa's steps on the red carpet that stretched to the pelaminan.

Misa looks so beautiful with a wedding dress dress whose skirt dangles beautifully elegant white with makeup polish that adds beauty to her cute face.

When Misa entered the main hall of the building, instantly all eyes in the room were on her, many pairs of eyes were staring at her with various gazes along with various smiles, until in a corner of the room there is the gaze of a man who looks shocked and disappointed to see his presence.

Misa arrived at the temple and was greeted by Arga with a big but fake smile that was responded with the flat face of the Mass.

It turned out that the face could smile as well even though it looked fake. Think Misa.

"You want to humiliate me with a face like that?" The whisper of Arga in the ear of Misa who was already beside her.

"What does that mean?" Misa looked over a little with a confused glance.

Arga gave a sharp look with a fake smile still curling on her lips. He pointed to his lips without saying.

So he meant I had to act? All right, just follow... Misa moved the corner of her lips put on a sweet yet fake smile.

So many invited guests who came, from various important circles, also the relatives of the Arga son family, while from the Misa family there was only Aunt Ita and Uncle Reno because Misa was a part of it.

Their faces enjoyed the feast and began to line up to congratulate the two brides.

"Secure sister, yes" said the beautiful girl who was as tall as Misa, smiling cheerfully while clinging spoiled to Arga's arms.

Arga nodded and smiled. "This is my sister."

Very beautiful, and cheerful different from you, is this his sister. Misa stared fixedly at the face of the beautiful girl with a look of amazement.

"Syila, accompany her here" said Arga, releasing her handrails.

"Where are you going?" ask Syila. But the one asked immediately stepped away without answering.

Syila looked over and smiled at Misa. "Hallo sister, now sister is Syila's sister-in-law, but sister why sister-in-law is really cute Syila aja lost cute with sister-in-law," said Syila by pinching both cheeks Misa.

Aww sick times, blam my cheek cake pinch what maen pinch-cubit only. Trying to endure the pain and heat on her cheeks.

"Duuh gemess deh," continued Syila with her greget.

"Ekhem, Miss Misa," said the man who had just arrived and stopped Shila's actions.

Misa looks at the person who calls her name. "Egi!" Shocked the Mass in a slightly high tone in surprise to see the annoying disciple here.

Why is he here.

"Sister, know brother-in-law?" ask Syila enthusiastically.

Egi nodded. "He's a big sister teacher at school" he said coldly.

Misa's eyes widened staring unblinkingly at the man before her. So this shitty little brother, deserves the same nature turned out to be one family.

"So sister-in-law teacher at school sister?" ask Syila.

Egi nodded in agreement.

Syila hooked up next to Misa's arm. "Sister-in-law is not a teacher, meaning Syila can ask in dong if there is a difficult problem?"

"By Syila," said Mass and smiled sweetly.

Egi stared silently at Misa. Why should you be my sister Misa's wife?

The woman judged the appearance of the Mass from head to toe, there was a look of dislike and scorn from the look in her eyes.

While the Mass that is seen as such feels uncomfortable.

"What a good thing, it's a small body, ugly, but it's even accommodated in this family," he said underestimated.

"Aunt Lara!" Reprove Egi and look at him sharply at the woman called the aunt.

And Ashila preferred to remain silent and cling to the body of the Mass.

But the one in sharp eyes was even indifferent, then continued his speech. "Don't be a plain ass, use a veil all, when your goal is to get this family property right?" said underestimated.

Misa who felt her hijab was touched like that. He did not accept, raising his chin in a defiant manner.

"Thank you Auntie for judging me like that, but about my hooded. Isn't it our duty as women to cover up? And as for my purpose, aunty does not need to know" Misa said in a calm tone and smiled.

Misa's answer infuriated Lara and was eager to spray her with curses but her intentions stopped because she saw the Tang Secretary walking towards them.

"Miss Romisa, sir asked you to meet him," said Tang who had been in front of him and looked at Aunt Lara.

"Alright," Misa turned around and smiled meaningfully at Aunt Lara before stepping following Tang.

*****

"Secretary Tang, when does this party end?" misa's asking her with Tang's footsteps.

But the one asked did not answer just focus on walking.

"Don't be late at night can't you?" ask Misa back.

Tang still remained with his tight lips.

Is he also still a descendant of the son's family, why silence if asked.

"Mmm, Secretary Tang, can you." Mass's greeting hung as Tang turned around and looked at her sharply.

"Please Miss come in, Master is waiting," Tang said, opening the door to the VVIP room..

"Eh, i-yes." Misa hesitated into the room.

When the Mass was inside, the Mass was greeted by two men, one of whom was in a wheelchair.

Tang had already entered through Mass and was standing not far behind Arga's sofa.

"Romisa, come here" said the middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair.

Misa still stood for a moment and hesitantly followed her door.

"Don't be afraid, from now on I'm your father" he said again as he watched Mass.

Misa's eyes widened slightly, staring in disbelief. Daddy's! Is this the Son. But his attitude was friendly and his face was not as cold as his children.

"Sit down, son" Father Son pointed at the empty sofa.

"How are you Om?" Say hello to Misa after sitting on the sofa in front of them.

"As you can see, and don't call Om, but Dad. Romisa," he said and smiled.

"Yes Ay.yah," said Misa doubtfully. He looked at the man in the wheelchair. Is the pain severe?

"May you be at home in our family, Romisa," said Father Son.

"God willing Father, " answered Misa smiling..

"Dad, I'd better get some rest, don't worsen your condition Daddy," Sambar Arga said firmly to his father.

"But Father's condition seems to have improved after seeing you marry Nak Romisa," the smiling Son looked at Misa.

"Yes father, and health must be maintained" added Arga in a firm tone.

"Well father shall rest, ye return to the feast to greet the Guests," yielding to Arga's command.

"Tang, take her back to the main hall, I'll catch up with her," Arga ordered to Tang.

"Okay sir, let's Miss," step towards Misa to follow her out.

The Mass came out of his seat. "Dad, Misa went back there firstwell, take care of your health father, Assalamualaikum," said Misa smiling and bowing her head in a polite manner.

"Getishalam."

It is not wrong that I betrothed my son to Nak Romisa, it turns out that Nak Romisa is down to his mother's nature.

SERIATE....