Swan Cherophobia

Family Restu_2

A month later,

Small white lights illuminate the room. Flowers in white, yellow, orange also contributed to decorate the room, plus balloons.

There are also tables and chairs for the guests. And most of all, the seats for two pairs of Kings and Queens all day.

A large mounted backdrop behind the bridal seat. Directly facing the entrance, so that guests can see the names of the brides.

'Daddy & Hardiyata.'

'Hansaria & Jamario.'

At eight o'clock in the morning, Hardi's father's marriage contract is about to begin. Jaro sat at the front with Awi's father. Behind her are her male friends.

"Jaro, where's your wife?" ask Revelation.

"He's with my mother, Yu, again" Yono replied.

"Yes, she's in the dressing room again." Jaro smiles.

Today, Hardi's father and his partner wore yellow clothes. Ansa and Jaro use orange-cream.

In the dressing room,

Ansa tidied the trinkets attached to the veil of Mother Aisyah. She continued to smile and was grateful to have a stepmother as good as Mother Aisyah.

"Mama Ais, Mama kok can teach Yono until he has a soft word?"

"Because Mama often asked God, baby. So that Mama's children become righteous and righteous. Ansa is also soft and tender, only you are indeed brave when in front of the person you love."

"While Yono indeed had to ask Mama first, then want a story," continued Bu Aisyah.

Ansa wrapped her hands around Ms. Aisyah's waist. Then he leaned his head against Bu Aisyah's head.

They both looked at their reflection in the mirror, and smiled. Ansa in an orange dress, Ms. Aisyah in a yellow dress and veil.

Mama Ais has taught me a lot about Islam. This is what distinguishes Mama Ais and Mama Roro. But they love me, support me, love me.

I don't know what it would be like if I never met them. Two strong and great female figures in their respective fields.

I'm jealous, but for what? I better always learn to understand the mistakes of Mama Roro and listen to the advice of Mama Ais.

I'm sure they always want what's best for me.

After which, the two of them headed for the main room, where the guests and their spouses were waiting for his arrival.

Ansa and Bu Aisyah joined hands as they entered the main room. Ansa's eyes captured the decor and atmosphere of the room, smiling.

"You sit next to your husband. Mama will sit next to Papa" he said.

Ansa nodded and headed towards the empty seat beside Jaro. Jaro's hand held Ansa's hand as they sat next to him.

"Wrong, Jaro. Later you guys if called by the MC, go straight ahead huh?" said Awi's father.

"Ready, Dad!" answer them in a soft voice.

After that they looked back at Hardi's father and Aisyah's mother. More precisely, only Ansa was looking, whereas Jaro was looking at Ansa from the side.

Very pretty yes. But now surely he is holding back his happiness, fearing that there will be sad events. Right? inner Jaro.

"Sa!" whispered.

Ansa immediately turned to her husband. "Hm?"

"There's a cake that's similar in color to our clothes!" It's right there!"

After the contract, the MCs called the two of them to join Hardi's father and Aisyah's mother.

"Yes! This is Mr. Hardiyata's only child who had a contract a year ago. And today his father's reception, is the reception of this young couple as well! Congratulations!!"

Everyone applauded for the two brides. The four of them embraced each other, and the photographers immediately captured the moment.

After passing the series of sessions of the wedding of father and mother.

Continued the session of cutting the cake, which was done by the father and mother. They cut the yellow cake, then feed each other. Jaro and Ansa are told to open their mouths by their mother and father.

"Yes, baby! Let's open your mouth! Aa~" reply mom.

"Eh? I got it too?" ask Jaro.

"Yes, my daughter-in-law. Let's try this," father asked.

It was Ansa and Jaro's turn to cut the orange cake. After cutting, they also fed father and mother. But suddenly they stepped towards Awi's father.

"Dad!! Let's open Daddy's mouth!!"

"Oh, you guys are right ...."

Awi's father opened his mouth, and received one by one the cake from the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Yes! Now the guests are welcome to enjoy the dishes we have served. On that day, welcome who want to take pictures with the bride."

Jaro and Ansa stood next to each other in front of the sofa, looking at the passing audience. Waiting for people who want to touch them.

Unexpectedly, their friends have been greeting father and mother. Now they extended their hands towards Ansa and Jaro.

"Congratulations Bro!"

"Malgava!"

"Congratulations, Ro, Sa!"

"May always get along. I don't think so much anymore, "sob the Revelation.

"AMMAURIN!!" answer to his friends.

"May marriage at this young age, can make you wiser in acting, more patient, and stronger" said Yono.

This time his friends' answers were more subtle. "Aamiin's."

"Thank you for that." Ansa smiled and her eyes glazed over.

"Thank you! You guys really don't know the place if you laugh! It's lunch, it's running out!" seloroh Jaro's.

A few minutes later,

Ansa touches Jaro's stomach. "Still sick?"

Jaro shakes. "Ngga. It's better, because we finally get a reception, hihi!" whispered.

"Basic yes," Ansa replied.

"Sa, Jaro! It's!" Aisyah's mother gave them both a plate of food.

"Ma, this is all of us?"

"Whoops!"

They were surprised because the portion of the food was like two dishes made into one.

"Let you all be full! Quickly eaten! Hihi," said the mother.

"Hm. Nice, Sa, Ro!" Father had been fed by mother and immediately chewed on it.

Ansa's views were separated from her father and mother, then turned to Jaro. Turns out Jaro has been gaping, code to be treated the same as Hardi's father.

No need to be given a spoon! Even the tissue. Oh my goodness, thought Ansa.

Ansa began to feed her husband. Making Jaro's cheeks bulge cute because of his food and smile.

"Yes too!" But Jaro's hand was bigger.

"Darling! Little-little huh! Small mouth!"

"Oh yes! Sorry, sorry." After being reduced, then Ansa received a bribe from Jaro.

Now their cheeks were both bulging and smiling!