Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Thousand Brick

Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

part 76's

"Thank you, honey. Thank you for accepting me."

Mas Damar raised both of my hands that were in his grasp. Closer to her lips, and gently kiss her.

"Together, Mas. I'm happy too. Hopefully this is a good start for us" said Mas Damar, without changing his position.

"I promise I'll give you all the love I have for you."

Mas Damar raised his face, looking at me with gentleness.

"Give me the simplest love, Mom. Because I also love you simply and to the extent of my ability.limited to continue to be by your side both joy and sorrow, and limited to seeing you happy because of me."

Ah, no matter where these words came from, either nyomot on fb or even behind the transport truck, but clearly, it was not just a word, I sincerely said it. As sincere as I accepted it into my life.

Mas Damar smiled, releasing his hand. The man now raised both hands and gently stroked my hair.

Our eyes clashed with each other, a sweet smile not the slightest bit off his lips. Whether deliberately pulled, or even I who began to be interested, slowly our faces began to approach.

The heart begins to work improperly. I held my free hand downstairs, squeezing each other, feeling a nervousness I never thought I would. The mind says to go, but the heart tells it to stop. Hey, heart and brain, why are you guys out of sync this time.

Mas Damar is getting closer. I've heard the term, that something beautiful can be felt by closing my eyes. This time, I only remembered the saying, but why did my eyes say something else? He even closed on his own without me telling him. What's wrong with my body? why do they seem to work without my orders?

There was a soft touch that landed on my lips. My body suddenly stung. There was another sensation I had never felt. Not only that, a puff and an *******small* was felt.

I felt, even my heart stirred. But unfortunately, this first experience left me just silent and resigned, enjoying a new passion that I had never met.

Mas Damar stopped the kiss, but the man did not take his face away. Now he just fused his forehead with my forehead. His two hands that were still on my head were now moving onto his cheeks, stroking gently there.

"Mas," call me soft. The man replied with a murmur.

"This is my first kiss with a man. Thank goodness you got this bonus."

The man did not answer, instead the two hands that had originally been caressed stopped immediately.

"So, you mean you've been kissing girls all this time?" ask her to keep my face away from me.

I was silent for a moment, digesting his words while looking at the questionable face on Mas Damar's face. A moment later I was wide open, inexhaustible with the thought of Mas Damar.

"Yes, God of Wrestling, Mas. In this novel that can only be me, Arin, and Dini. But why are you following Sangklek now?" I said with a laugh.

"Well, really, yes, too" Mas Damar replied with a questioning face.

"Maybe the othor mistakenly loves our role, Mas. He's starting to squash."

"necessarily too. Or it could be that he is jealous because we are getting married," said Mas Damar who I know agreed.

The author has no morals, does he hold my fate, why is he jealous?

"Then, let's continue in the room alone," said Mas Damar about to move.

I held his hand, and the man sat down again.

"Later we continue, pity the reader already on the baper, where the snack of the battery is already about to run out." Mas Damar nodded and chuckled at my words.

"So, has it been true that you've been kissing women?" ask Mas Damar again.

"Mas!" I shouted with a hard hit on his arm. The man laughed out loud. Bringing warm that envelops the sanitary napkin.

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Scroll around, not too many guests, only a few close relatives were invited. The living room was suddenly transformed into the place of Akad. Duh, Gusti, why is my heart pounding like this?

Mas Damar extended his hand. Aided by my mother, I welcomed Mas Damar's hand and sat down beside him.

Penghulu is ready, witnesses and guardians are already sitting sweet. Here, tonight, everyone will be witnesses to the new phase I will be in.

I still clearly remember how the commotion had been during these two days. How should my mother and I go around the market to find the same clothes as seven seeds. Though this is just a marriage contract, the reception will be held later do not need a uniform shirt. But that's how women are, everything is always made complicated.

Finding a ring is not as easy as you might think. There are not many gold shops here that sell a pair of rings, even if there is a size that does not match the finger of Mas Damar. Thanks to the power of money, we managed to get the same ring complete with name carvings that only took two days. Of course with 2x pay.

Aji takes care of the correspondence well. Even the letter moved while Mas Damar from Surabaya to Madiun he got a quick time. It's just that the payment is quite expensive, the mobile number of the student girl who is interning in the next village. Indeed taking a chance in the misery of that boy.

Me and Mas Damar even had a little quarrel about dowry last night. My dowry that he thought was strange became the subject of a fierce debate between us.

"Are you sure you want that dowry, Ras? I can have his raw love, or even more than that" Mas Damar said, trying to negotiate last night.

"No, Mas. Aki doesn't want anything else. I just want what my dowry can be useful and a memento."

"But it's shameful to call it, Race."

"Mas Damar nolak? not love with me?"

"All right, all right, whatever you want."

I smiled to myself considering our impromptu preparations for these two days.

Penghulu went back to checking our papers, when it felt all right, she started the show.

Mas Damar started shaking my hand. I could see Mas Damar's hand shaking a little, but this was not his first marriage.

Guided by the ruler, the father began to speak, a moment later now changed Mas Damar who recited his qabulu ijab. It sounded like Mas Damar took a little breath, until finally a sentence that justified me for him said.

"I received, his marriage and marriage, Saraswati Anjani bint Suwardi, with a dowry of a thousand bricks, one truck of sand and twenty bags of cement, paid in cash." Say Mas Damar steadily.

"How's the witness, legit?"

"Well" the witnesses and guests answered in unison.

Unknowingly a single tear escaped my eyes. Even behind me I could hear Mom sobbing.

In this instant my status changed, I was no longer a free girl who could act at will. There are other responsibilities that are now shifting on my shoulders.

Happy is my husband, my husband's suffering, hungry and full and tired and tired. Now all this is my main goal.

The prayer was finished being read, I looked up, right in front of it at the entrance, I saw Zakki now turning around, she moved away, leaving her heart hurt by me.

Let me know Zakki ....

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Horeee finally arrived at this part. Seneng I euy, but Damn it Saras, how dare he say, cave throwing brick also nih.

Hey, you guys, where are you? Noh awaited Saras, don't forget the envelope, huh? If you can't come, give me a vote, from yesterday it's rank does not rise.

Waiting for her first night? Sabaaarr, I am a patient writer, even if baper dikit😂😂😂

Wondering about Mas Kawin Saras? tomorrow we discuss in the next part.

Already bought staying up for this part, so do not protest mulu, yakk.

Remote kisses for all of you😘😘