Sense of Sense
First Kiss
Ball Room one of the famous hotels in Semarang City is filled with invited guests of the bride's family. The marriage contract was completed an hour ago, attended by family and close relatives, the sacred procession went quite smoothly.
Except when Rafa had misnamed Ranee to Vera. Almost everyone is confused, but Sapphira who initially made fun of it just felt regretful with the stupidity of Rafa who was wrong place and time. It would be the material of the teasing for their entire lives.
Then at this time, his brother and sister-in-law were showing off a five-finger smile to the invited guests. Experiencing them one by one, some give a cheek peck or a brief hug before finally taking a picture. Keep it that way for less than half an hour.
Safira of course noticed it from a distance. He did not like the camaraderie even in a pleasant atmosphere. So Sapphira broke away, sliding two tables away from her desk at the end of the room.
Then Ashqar, Sapphira did not know where her husband and her two krucils went after he said goodbye to find a comfortable place. Maybe they are on a culinary tour and Harsha, the tiny baby has been kidnapped Rahma who attended to accompany her mother-in-law.
“Who knows later. I want to get pregnant again.” So Rahma said as she passed carrying Harsha.
Rahma sent several photos and videos of Harsha being surrounded by several children of Zain's age with the statement that her daughter was a prima donna in a special children's room. The room that Rafa deliberately prepared, of course the main purpose for his three beloved nephews.
“Beautiful, alone?”
The familiar voice touched Sapphira's daydream. However, he was reluctant to expend the energy of the goods to turn to someone beside him.
“No, threesome same angel and genie. But the genie just added one,” replied Safira ketus.
“Dih, equated with jin tuh.”
Safira glanced back as the man beside her let out a light laugh. “Kak Danish why here?”
“Ngegodain wife person. Who knows kecantol.” Danis pokes Safira's chin and gets a pinch on her waist in return. “Sick tofu!”
“The mouth if not carelessly can not?”
Danish advanced her face, staring at the side of Safira's face. “Where's your husband? Tumben is not visible, but from yesterday the two continue to be like flip flops.”
“Join the kids,” Safira replied, waving as Rafa stared at her. Then he looked back at Danish. “Sendal flops only in pairs, continue Brother when? Will you lose to Rafa?”
Rafa and Danish are old friends, including close friends and school rivals. As Safira remembered, the two of them did not want to feel defeated.
“No win or lose if it's a wedding, Beautiful.” Danish stroked Safira's mane at a glance, then stared at the face of ayu from her best friend's sister's late-goal. “Unfortunately, the daughter who used to say she wanted to marry me turned out to prefer to marry another man.”
“Request to be like.”
“Whose name? Brother Girlfriend?”
“Your name.”
“Hah?” Safira was in a daze, while Danish half-dead held back laughter looking at Safira's expression. “When did I say I wanted to marry my sister?”
“You're seven years. You once made a marriage with me.” Danish raised one corner of her lips while bringing the lips closer to Sapphira's ears. “Originally you know, your first kiss was me.”
Sapphira squeaked and rewinded the body. He looked at Danish in disbelief. However, he had not had time to say anything, another unfamiliar voice called out the Danish name from the loudspeaker.
“For Mas Danish, awaited on stage for one-two songs to donate to both brides.”
Sapphira and Danish turned to the singer who once again called out the name Danish and invited him to go on stage.
“Bangke! Si Rafa interrupts aja,” grumbled Danish when he realized if Rafa threw a mocking smile at him.
Sapphira was trying to digest what was going on until she did not realize that Danish had left her side.
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