Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Wedding

Saras stared in amazement at the reflection of his face in the mirror. He did not expect, his face changed in such a way. Minimalist makeup makes her face look sweet without the addition of sweeteners.

Not to mention the ornament in his hair, but as long as Saras saw, his hair was only in a mat. only in the midrib and added to the crown. He had swore in the heart, paid expensive perias, but his work was only damaged hair, waste it. However, after seeing the final result, he was so astonished. The woman suddenly felt sinful had been thinking badly.

The dress she wore was no less beautiful. Her skin was too white to fall in an ivory white dress. His chest was well covered. Only one that he was worried about, besides the weight, the dress would also make him catch a cold because his shoulders were so wide open.

Regardless of anything, he was amazed to see himself. Not only Nia Ramadhani, Mau the Nia Medeni, Nia the tapestry or Nia SamaDani will not be able to beat her beauty. His confidence that had faded last night, now sticking up again.

"Oh Allah, Nduk. Kok you uayu you nek gini. Haduuh, mother until pangling," said Mother while holding her daughter's shoulder.

The Queen Mother was no less beautiful now. With a modern kebaya dress and hijab that adorns the head, making her mother look younger than her age.

"Happy yes, beautiful loh. You must be pangling later," answered Saras with a spring.

"Yes. Mom also pangling with mom's own face. Try and and this is not expensive, I want to dance and this every day," said Mother who made Saras laugh.

"Let's not take a photo, huh, Nduk? Want not to show off tomorrow right in the village. I want to say, if your marriage is not less luxurious than the marriage of Aldebaran and Andin. Even Inaya alone is not as successful as you are married to kanjeng doso," explained Mother with enthusiasm.

Saras just patted his eel, at every time the mother never forgets with his favorite artists.

Saras followed her mother to pose. The girl smiled sweetly, giving off an aura of beauty.

"Oh, let's get ready in front. And Saras, you come with me standing at the side door, you come in from there." Erika gave an intrusion. Saras and Mother understood.

Mother was escorted by one of Erika's assistants to the place in question. Saras was assisted by Erika towards the side door.

"Erika, have many guests come?" ask Saras on their journey.

"It's the invitation at seven. Now just wait for you and Damar to enter the room."

"Come, where is Mas Damar?"

"Later he will wait for you inside. So, later I release you at the door, when the door opens you enter. Walk yourself until you meet Damar. Don't forget to smile! I made this clear yesterday, didn't I?"

Saras. He remembered, but whether out of nervousness or what, he felt like he had forgotten all the concepts Erika had explained.

"Well, what if I fall? well, I don't walk alone." Saras who was holding on to Erika's arm grabbed her tightly, nervously half-dead.

"You relax. Don't look around, just look at the Damar in front of you. Remember how you guys spent the first night yesterday, you must be nervous." Saras slapped Erika's arm, while the woman chuckled.

"You don't have anything else to shadow? the shadowy time of the first night?"

"That first night was sweet, Ras. So that will automatically make you smile. Don't be nervous, you're pretty. Trust me." Erika's words calmed Saras down a bit.

Saras exhaled to reduce his nervousness. He must not be ashamed, not only his reputation, Damar's reputation is also in his hands now.

Erika and Saras had already arrived at the door. The sound of the show host coming from inside.

Erika convinces Saras again not to be nervous. Erika's sideways, giving room for Saras to stand alone.

Erika pointed three fingers at Saras, along with the count of the host from the inside.

One, count first.

Three, the door is wide open.

Saras looked around, in front of him all eyes were on him. A boisterous clap greeted his arrival. Many cameras were pointing at him. From the side, Erika directs Saras to start running in.

Saras looked down for a moment. "Bismillah" he said.

Saras raised his face, began to step out with the accompaniment of his sweet smile. Everyone was stunned at him. The natural beauty she possesses breaks the argument that beauty should be white.

Increasingly, Saras saw that Damar was standing while looking at him with a smile. Saras' heart palpitations are getting worse, even though they were married two weeks ago, but somehow it feels like they just got married.

Damar looks handsome with a brown coat that is darker than Saras' dress. Her hair was combed back, further affirming her good looks. The smile that adorned his face implied happiness, making Saras more confident and wanting to reach it soon.

Damar reached out to welcome Saras. His wife happily gave him her hand.

"You are beautiful, dear" whispered Damar as Saras stood beside him.

"Don't fight, Mas. Hold me tight. I was afraid of falling because of this high shoe heel," answered Saras who made Damar chuckle.

"I'm ready to carry you if that happens."

They walked to the pelaminan. Saras stared in amazement at the decoration inside the building. Usually, he saw scenes like this only through TV. If it wasn't an artist's wedding, it would have been a businessman's wedding. However, now that He experienced it himself, it was truly an event that Saras did not believe.

Many cameras are shooting at them. Damar held tightly to Saras' hand, assuring him that all was well.

Every now and then Saras looked at her husband, assuring him that all this was real.

Up at the tip of the pelaminan, Saras caught a figure staring at him nanar. Even though he was smiling, Saras could tell there was a wound from the look in his eye.

There was a bit of guilt in Saras' heart, but everything was already a part of fate. One day, the man will get a better replacement.

We never know what fate will happen. Indeed, life does have two feelings, happy or sad.if today we cry, maybe tomorrow God will replace it with happiness multiplied. Always believe in HIM. Then your life will always be fine.

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Happy new year, may the copid pass quickly. And hopefully your hopes that have not materialized in this year can be achieved in the next year.

May you always be happy.

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