THE ANGEL I HURT
Narendra's family party
Some luxury cars seemed to start coming and parked neatly along the road to Fatimah's house. Some handsome and dashing men looked to be wearing luxurious suits. A woman comes up with thick makeup, elegant dresses and a tall sasak hairdo equipped with expensive jewelry and bags. They came down with some special people carrying some boxes as submitted. Neighbors were seen gathering in several places. They were busy whispering and gossiping. That's how great Fatimah and Chaira ma'am can be the arrival of a group of rich people.
As a bride-to-be I deliberately wear a white suit. Unlike my dad and two friends who wear black. Mama appeared graceful in her knee-length black dress. I saw Mr. Dahlan and his wife were welcomed in front of Fatimah's house. It also looks Rosa and her sister there appear simple. Mrs Fatimah as her host immediately let us all in. Although it feels cramped and tight I am grateful when I see the face of the mother papa looks happy and is not at all disturbed by the condition of this house.
"Include me Narendra and my wife Anggun. We all came here in addition to getting acquainted and friends, we also all want to propose to the daughter of the father's mother, Chaira, for our son, Darren" papa started the conversation
"we beg you father and mother do not mind" continued mama
Ms. Fatimah and Mr. Dahlan looked at each other for a moment to give each other a code for who would answer.
"We as Chaira's parents will leave the decision to our daughter. If he's willing to accept the proposal then we won't get in the way. We call Chaira first yes, "dahlan sir immediately called Chaira out of her room and met us
My smile expanded to see my candidate appear and walk down. Today he appeared a little bold by wearing a light blue-colored robe in line with his veil. Chaira was sitting right next to Fatimah's mother.
Fatimah's mother clasped Chaira's fingers warmly.
"son, son, Mr. Narendra with the family came on behalf of Darren's son to propose to you. We're all just waiting for your answer. Are you ready, son? " ask mom Fatimah softly
Chaira who was still bowed just nodded slowly and heard her soft voice
"bu ready"
"Alhamdulillah" we almost simultaneously give thanks.
We're all happy that Chaira accepted my proposal. Papa mama smiled and then patted my shoulder. I who heard that felt like I wanted to jump high and immediately hug Chaira. But I hold that feeling in my heart. I couldn't have done it in a formal situation like this hehehe
After negotiating when the good day was held and handing over some of the boxes we brought earlier we agreed that our wedding party would be held in a reception building of our own that would be held as lively as possible in all probability. My mom thought she would only marry me once. The Chaira family has no objections at all. The diamond ring I bought for Chaira I didn't pair today at Chaira's request. He asked me to keep the ring first and only to put it on him when we were struggling to be husband and wife.
After the event, we said goodbye and left Fatimah's house with a feeling of relief and happiness. It felt like everyone was happy today except for the envious-looking Wati maam looking at the contents of the box that contained a lot of expensive items. His independence was growing and he was determined inwardly that he would seize everything Chaira had slowly.
"why smile does not clear smile gituuu?" Dion, who was driving next to me, apparently noticed me with a smile
"what the hell are you, bro?" ask again
"first night laaaahhhh" Sahut Angga behind
We all laughed together. Dion and Angga are fad and ignorant imagining how clumsy fit a virgin and the girl both in the bridal room.
"indeed on your brain peres people" I murmured
We laughed at each other on the way.
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This magnificent building is even more impressed with the charming decorations. Pastel-colored blooming flowers add to the atmosphere of being very classy. Decorating arrangements, lights, dishes, drinks, wedding cake as high as almost 2 meters and so on specially prepared Papa mama for us.
The marriage contract that took place closed attended by the nuclear family was enough to make me groggy. After shaking hands with the penghulu and finishing the sentence when Ijab kabul was my chest that was crowded directly plong.Chaira looked embarrassed and awkward when taking and kissing my hand. I kissed her forehead slowly. Flash rays from the camera media crew scrambling to capture the moment. And as soon as we finished the series of events we entered the dressing room to change our clothes with clothes that had been prepared for the reception later. We choose not to wear excessive clothes or excessive jewelry that will even trouble us because the reception will be papa mama has invited almost thousands of guests. Everyone will come and witness the luxury of this party. Chaira and I agreed to choose the white color for our clothes.I in a white suit and Chaira a dress with a hijab and white veil. At first the fashion stylist told him to take off his veil so that his face could be cleaned but of course Chaira refused.
I looked at Chaira who was standing in front of the mirror looking at her. I touched my wife's shoulder. He's bowed.
"ah Chaira, somehow this shy attitude of yours makes me want to get through today's reception and just spend time with you" my mind felt strange as I felt something churning in me. I feel something starting to tighten down there.
"patience is patient" my mind again calms myself
Someone knocked on the door and said that the reception was about to start so we had to be there soon. I held Chaira's hand that was still wrapped in gloves as usual and I put it on my arm. Chaira said as I walked out into the reception room.
Guests applauded at our presence. Chaira and I were surprised to hear their applause. Apparently in addition to our wedding, this reception also papa prepare all to announce the appointment I became CEO in papa company. Today is the most awaited day by Papa. The day that he would proudly entrust all the effort he has put into me.
After the reception was filled with a few words of welcome from papa and myself, we allowed the invitees to enjoy the dishes. Some of the invitees who had finished their meal walked over and took turns to approach us who were standing at the temple to congratulate us directly.
Dion and Angga hugged me tightly.
"it's combat ready doooong" their tease that I instantly reply with bulging eyes. I don't want Chaira to hear it and be ashamed.
Febby was also present with his gang. Although I knew he must have been hurt but I appreciated his arrival and when he congratulated me and Chaira received it wholeheartedly even though we knew he was not sincere in doing so.
"Don't make fun of it yet Madame Darren" she whispered to Chaira as she took office and hugged Chaira
"what do you mean?" ask Chaira
"Darren is mine" Febby replied briefly and immediately left us
Chaira.
"don't mind him. He won't be able to bother you" I said to calm him down. I felt him clutching my finger tightly like he didn't want to lose me.
I smiled and inwardly felt very happy to know that she was afraid of losing me.
The Narendra family's lavish festivities end after the dance is over. Our feet feel sore, most of them are standing. When we were allowed to leave the show I was very relieved to be able to sit down and relax myself. I'm sure Chaira is also very exhausted. We immediately entered our room which was decorated like a bridal room.
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