STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 34: (STERILE: The Bride)

It was dark in the sky as it was slowly swept away by the brush of light. The gloom no longer shackles the world.

When the sun rose in the eastern horizon, the day turned full of warmth.

In a white-painted room, sat a bride by the bed. His hair was long like pale yellow threads neatly strung together. His cheeks were no less attention-grabbing. The softest part of the face was faintly blushing a fresh red. Looks good to kiss, sweetheart.

The bride acts like a mannequin, does not move the goods in detail. Actually he was so because of the direction of someone who told him to sit upright.

"Don't move, Throne!" leony's orders.

"Tha .. will not move. Tha .. good boy."

Patiently the Throne waited until his hair was finished styled, made into a simple loop. She does not need to wear excess jewelry, a silver crown is enough to reign as a sweetener, because she is already sweet from birth.

Oh---does she need a veil? Sure oes. A transparent white veil, dangling beautifully through her waist, makes her more beautiful and graceful. Very harmonious with white dresses of silk and tile, decorated with black flowers that cover her pale skin.

Oh, beautiful, if the groom is staring. Unfortunately the man was getting ready somewhere else. They had to wait until the appointed time to be able to get together. Both must be patient.

"You'll soon be called 'lady Alexander.' Ah--I-I didn't expect Hideo to actually get married," Leony joked between the circam of the veil and the strands of hair not to shift. "And you're Jilly..." Leony pointed at a woman standing. "...you will also be called by Miss Lambert."

"I ... don't care," Jilly refused, turning her face away.

"Mrs ... Alexander?" the muttering of the Throne digested its meaning.

"Yes. That's a special call if you're his wife."

"What is ... like ... get a gift?"

"Yes-like gift," replied Leony slightly hesitatingly.

"Tha .. happy." The throne clapped softly, excited.

It's a special day for the Throne, because soon she'll be married to her lover, Hideo. Imagining her name would be changed to the Throne of Alexander and called by the name of mistress Alexander, making the corners of her lips unceasingly comment on the smile.

As a half-zombie, her marriage would be an unusual thing that happened in the history of zombie attacks. She's lucky. Very lucky because there is someone who loves and wants to accept him as he is. There are not many people like Hideo in this world. It would be a good fortune if the Throne got one of those kind men.

Regardless of the pros and cons, between whether or not humans marry half-zombie patients, Hideo and the Throne still choose to be loyal to love and believe that they are paired. There are no coincidences in this world, there are only predestinations that have been outlined.

"A little bit more is done."

Leony smiled at the end result of the Throne's hairdo. She has never worked in a salon and is inexperienced at decorating others, but she loves makeup and likes to pay attention to how people apply makeup. As a scientist, he was also curious how could one color be compatible with another? Or the reddening color on the eyelids will match the color of the lipstick. For Leony the science of makeup is the same as chemistry.

This is the first time Leony has decorated others through references from his observations so far and it turns out that the results do not disappoint. After pinning the hairpin once more, the appearance of the Throne had been perfect.

The throne that saw the reflection of its own face in the mirror felt foreign. His eyelids blinked slowly tracing every detail of his hair down to his face. Perhaps she was amazed at her new makeup and appearance. Or maybe he doesn't even know himself.

"You look beautiful. Do you like it?" leony asked to know the Throne's opinion.

"Em, likes. Very fond of it," replied the Throne while nodding along with a small smile.

On the other hand, Jilly did not like the dress. Actually the red dress she wears looks sweet, wavy. The skirt was short, so Jilly could see a pair of her legs wearing cute shoes. Leony chose the dress because he saw the character of Jilly who tends to be somewhat tomboyish. Leony judged that the blend of elegance and agility matched Jilly's dress.

"What ... I can't .. wear ordinary clothes?" Jilly looked at her tailed dress. She looked rather uneasy and constantly protested about her wedding dress ever since.

Jilly the sword user. When she was a human, she rarely wore feminine clothes. Usually he only wears clothes that look stiff. Even if she wears a skirt, it must be dark like red or black. Wearing a dress like now with bright colors will only limit her movement.

"It's your wedding day, you'd better put on a dress. Look at! You look good wearing it. I'm sure Mark would be surprised and agree that you're also beautiful, no less than his ex-girlfriend." Leony tried to cheer Jilly up.

Leony looked at Jilly's hand and he didn't stop thinking.

"Why did you bring a sword on your wedding day?" Leony had intended to snatch the sword from Jilly's hand, but Jilly grasped the object very firmly.

"Don't .. dabble .. take it!" threaten Jilly, look at Leony.

"Yes. I-i can. Let's just say I'm your mother-and now your mother will keep dangerous things away from you."

"You .. not .. my mother. Anyway ... this sword .. my soul mate."

"Dead things cannot be soulmates. Mark is going to be your soul mate. Don't worry, I'll return this sword when the show's over."

Leony snatches the samurai sword so Jilly no longer protests. He was digesting 'what the real soulmate words mean.'

"What is a .. soulmate?" ask Jilly.

Leony. He was confused as to where to begin explaining it.

"You'll know for yourself. If you and Mark are together you can ask him a lot of questions." Leony smiled to convince Jilly. "It's important you two get married today and live happily." Leony took the Throne and Jilly's hand.

"You know? You guys are so lucky. Because my two best friends are good people. You will definitely be able to live together. If they both hurt you-you just tell me," he continued.

After saying some important advice and advice, Leony led two would-be brides into the hall. Both the Throne and Jilly walked over with a bit of embarrassment. Leony was in the middle of the sambari holding their hands and leading them along.

The Altar Lord and several Atlanteans have been waiting for the arrival of the bride-to-be since. Mr. Altar impatiently wanted to see how his son looked in bridal attire. When the Throne came, Mr. Altar almost shed tears. She was moved, because her little girl had grown into a dazzling woman.

The throne is very similar to his late mother. Looking at the Throne, Mr. Altar seemed nostalgic to the past. Now her daughter is an adult and is about to marry a man. Although far from luxury and exuberance, seeing the Happy Throne is the most beautiful gift of the Almighty.

"You look beautiful, my son," praised Mr. Altar with a smile of satisfaction.

The throne will go through its own wedding. Mr. Altar hopes Hideo can make the Throne happy as promised. He hopes giving them their blessing is the right decision. May the Throne have a good future with Hideo. May the Throne be loved and cherished.

They will both be pioneers in STERIL missions and show the world that zombies can also marry and live like normal humans.

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Elsewhere, a man dressed in military uniform was sitting in his chair. The fingers are linked to each other. His face was serious and gloomy. It was obvious that the man was not in a good mood.

Today he held a meeting with the commanders of STERIL to discuss the issue of zombies next. A few minutes before the meeting began, his men gave him news that made him unhappy.

"Yes, General. Our spies in Atlantis say that this event is closed and will only be attended by close people. The show will last a few hours."

"Bad!" General Drake hitting the table made a loud noise. "How dare they hold a marriage between zombies and humans! Zombies and humans living together alone are wrong, let alone to get married?!"

"Well what should we do, General? Commander Hideo and Mark will also definitely not be present at this important meeting!"

"For the matter of marriage, Hideo and Mark got permission on behalf of the STERIL mission. The government of Beltran Guido has certainly agreed to it without hindrance, plus Mr. Altar intervened. In that case I can't do anything."

"But militarily they are still your subordinates, General. Isn't what will be discussed at this meeting concerning the defense of the country and they are absent from duty. Have they given you permission to marry you, General?" ask Eril to make sure.

Feeling the oasis in the middle of the desert, General Drake smiled and chuckled.

"You're right. There is a loophole at this wedding, as well as a violation of order. Hideo and Mark haven't given permission or told me anything. They have violated the rules of the Military Order, defied duty and carried out illegal activities. Military marriage to zombies is illegal, the government hasn't changed the rules, so they're guilty." General Drake crumpled his cane, then knocked it to the floor. "Eril!"

"Yes, General!" answer Eril who stood straight.

"Our job is to keep the peace of Beltran Guido and keep it away from harm. Give your men! Take Hideo-Mark to the base, then surround Atlantis and fail this unusual marriage!"

"But General, besieging Atlantis wouldn't it break the rules?"

General Drake's smile grew wider as well.

"If Hideo and the Throne get married, maybe one day you'll be married to a zombie too."

Eril.

"I don't want to marry a zombie, General."

"Then you know your job."

"Okay, get the general!" Eril saluted his general, and he left.

After Eril disappeared from behind the door, General Drake leaned his back against the chair. Occasionally he stroked his sparse-haired chin. Highlight his sharp eyes turning on the drawer of the worktable. Inside the drawer was a scroll of paper that quickly moved into the hands of the general.

In silence and cold serenity, General Drake read again the lines per line of the contents of the letter. He seemed completely uninterested in the contents, so he picked up a flamethrower and lit it.

"Military license to marry?" The corners of the generals lips rose. "For me you guys didn't get any permission."

The originally intact paper was slowly devoured by the fire.

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In Atlantis, the Throne repeatedly schematized his fingers. The guests present at the wedding looked wildly looking for the figure of the groom. But already one hour they have not been present at the specified time.

Mr. Penghulu often asks when the wedding will start, but the answer is just 'wait a little while.'

"You don't have to worry. Maybe Hideo and Mark were so nervous that they forgot their way here, "Hibur Leony hoped that the Throne and Jilly wouldn't panic, even if the reason was absurd.

"Where are they? Why haven't you come yet?"

The Altar master flicked the sleeves of the suit to look at the watch. She repeatedly calls Hideo and Mark's cell phone, but neither of them picks up or answers the call.

"It's too late. Right now they're getting together and getting ready at Hideo's apartment. I'd better follow it, " said Mr. Altar.

"Dad ... don't .. go!" The throne restrained his father's arm.

Seeing the look in the eyes of the Throne that was not willing, Mr. Altar did not have the heart. But Hideo and Mark still haven't arrived as well plus the condition of their phones that suddenly die, making the Altar Lord anxious. He felt a bad feeling.

"Dad should go to catch up with them. I'll come back and get the four of you married. You wait here with Leony and the others." Mr. Altar entrusted to Leony. "Take them for me."

"Good, Sir. I'll guard the Throne and Jilly until everything comes back."

After Mr. Altar retired, the Throne sat itself in a chair. High heels make his feet scream in pain. He took it off, then pensive.

"Deo ... when does ... come?" he murmured slowly, but Leony could still hear him.

"Patience. Hideo never reneges on promises," Entertain Leony.

"Maybe ... Mark ... get lost," jilly said.

When all was anxious, on the ground floor of Atlantis sounded a commotion. Men in military uniforms came by car. Their weapons are complete with rifles. In an instant, Atlantis had been mastered.

Ngiii

The alarm sound of the warning sign of Atlantis echoed throughout the room.

"Lift your hands and stand in place!" Command one of the commanders of the military forces when entering the hall.

"What is this?!" leony asked frantically to see the muzzle of the rifle pointing towards them.

"You have all violated and engaged in illicit activity! We have orders to disperse the event and arrest you!"

"What did you say? We've got permission to hold the event." Professor Hartman comes forward, invites negotiation.

"Sorry, we're just running errands. You better shut up and obey orders. The army! Watch them!"

"Ready!" One by one the troops surrounded all the humans present and separated half the zombies into another corner.

"Hey, this is discrimination!" shouted Leony who saw the Throne move away from him and gathered together half a zombie.

"Let go Tha! Deo!" The throne thrashed as one of the military forces held both his hands behind his back.

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