The Blooming Lotus

Invitation Letter 2

Since last night, Ms. Rahma has advised Wenie to ask for more leave from her boss. She wanted Wenie to accompany her to the wedding invitation on Sunday.

Wenie had already tried to reject him because she felt insecure attending the gedean reception. Until this morning, Ms. Rahma is still trying to take her again.

"But Wenie doesn't have the proper clothes, ma'am," she refused subtly. "Take Winona, or Iin can too. I just had a holiday on Tuesday anyway, right? Not good with the boss ...."

For a few seconds, there was no sound. Though Wenie was sure that Ms. Rahma was behind him, wiping their old breakfast table.

He tried to stay focused with the dirty dishwasher in his hand even though his heart was curious. Finally he turned his head as well when Ms. Rahma opened her voice.

"Oh, so is that it?" sahut Bu Rahma is weird. "It's not good with your boss, but you don't want to nemenin Mom go to the invitation," pretended to sulk.

"Tega let Mom go alone. If only your children lived near here, you could ask them to be with you."

Wenie's confused. "Eh, um... That's not it, ma'am," cut Wenie off quickly. "Yes, later I try to say the same boss first yes, Mom. Hopefully given permission," he persuaded. Yes, it is ... Mom, at best, I can't feel good. I hope I can take another day off work.

As a result, while maintaining the store and serving the buyer his mind becomes less focused, inviting the concerns of his colleague, Eri.

"Hey why, how come your face is so, Wen?,"

"That's okay, Ri, '" smiled lightly, trying to be normal.

"really? I don't think so," Eri couldn't believe it.

"Yes, really ..."

"Times?"

"He'euh ..."

"People from earlier I saw you rada error that, nawarin goods just wrong price continues?! If the boss finds out he can be barbeque, Non!" cerocosnya again.

Wenie grinned the horse, it is difficult indeed if there is to be a lot of kink from someone close to us. He will know what is hidden even if he tries to hide it.

"Ssttt, don't dong, Ri. It's really hard," Wenie said. "I'm just confused again. Want to ask for another leave of absence the boss said how?"

"Huh, another vacation?! I just haven't taken the day off, Wen," protested Eri faking a frown.

"Tuh, right. You haven't been anything to glare at, Ri," Wenie giggled softly afraid her boss heard.

"Yes anyways ... Where are you going, anyway?" ask Eri curious.

"You need to nemenin mom boarding to the invitation, Ri. And I have to, he doesn't want to be the same. I refused, my mother crammed, ", Wenie complained.

Eri switched briefly to welcome customers who came, "Yes, I will help you talk to the boss," he said while serving buyers choose clothes.

"Right, Ri?," he asked happily, to which he answered a nod. Wenie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky this friend of hers was very understanding.

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The concept has been carefully arranged, the fitting of the wedding dress and family uniform is ready, the selection of catering menu has been settled, including all kinds of intakes such as souvenirs, bridal flower bouquets, etc, and also about the photobooth area.

Tomorrow night will be held midodareni event where the family of the groom-to-be will come with his family to bring offerings to the woman. But later on the bride-to-be should not meet the groom until the time is dipingit alias.

Midodareni event must pass a series of ceremonies that are quite tiring until midnight.

So many gifts that the family of Raphael would give to Beby, there were about fifty-five parcels.

In addition to being well established, he also has a large family. And Rafael was the third of five children with two brothers who had a family first.

Knowing that they will get as much delivery as that, of course, the Beby family also prepares angsulan or parcels of reply which are also many although not the same in number. Just as a condition.

"Beby," a heavy voice greeted a tall, slender girl who was daydreaming.

"Yes, Mas Frans," he answered, turning his head, turning his gaze away from the window. He was sitting enjoying the night view from this room for the last time.

"It's late. You better get some sleep" said the brother.

"Before a second, my mother." she replied. "I just finished the shipping check for Mas Rafael, not yet sleepy ..."

"What did you think again? Tumben's over eleven o'clock not sleepy yet," Frans replied softly. He sat his butt on the edge of the bed, staring out the window like Beby did.

"Nothing, Mom," she smiled sweetly. "Oh yeah, by the way when is Mas getting married?" suddenly stumbled.

Frans's shoulders stiffened for a moment, not expecting the question to be thrown from the nosy mouth of his only brother. "Don't think, Mas. We are now taking care of your marriage. Focus up!" diplomatically answer.

"But, Mas ... Your age this year alone is thirty-one, '" Beby argued. "When do you want to try again? If later wait later paswikan and have children, Mas already hunted old." Alamak, leachability! Duh, really smooth my mouth, her mind.

Right too, Frans thought speechless. But what the hell else? My candidate is not there yet, while you have been proposed to Rafael since half a year ago, Frans complained in his heart.

"Hopefully Mas will soon follow ya," said Beby realized the silence of her brother, feeling a little unwell. "Thankful-thankful before Beby got pregnant, Mas already had a companion. So later not hunted have a nephew first," he added again.

"Have, don't think too much strangely," replied Frans as he rose.

"I'm serious, Mom," Beby said with an anxious look. "Do you want me to help you find a mate? Now there are many applications looking for a soul mate like Tind*r that," he suggested again.

Frans only smiled knots, scrambled Beby's hair and left. "Sleep quickly" he ordered again. "Don't until the show flush your eyes black because of lack of sleep yes, later kayak panda, you know ..."

"Uugh, rest!" Beby throws a pillow at Frans who immediately twists and closes the door quickly.

He was pensive for a moment behind it considering Beby's words earlier. Is that so sad about me for not getting married at this age? But I don't think I need to bother listing on such a datting app, he muttered to himself.

He stepped into the living room that was almost empty because it would be prepared for the wedding night event. The decoration team will come tomorrow morning and the sore should be ready for use.

He turned to the dining room, taking a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator. Gulped it straight, then stepped back into the living room while staring sternly around. Then go out and sit on the terrace steps.

"Lho, Den Frans hasn't slept?" reprimand Bik Yah who came out from the side of the house. He still seems busy preparing for tomorrow, a reliable and capable assistant to take care of everything in this house since decades ago.

"Ah not yet, Bik. Aunt herself why not sleep? Continued tomorrow only beberesnya," said Frans.

"Yes, Den. This is also Bibik already wants to sleep. It's over," said Bibik while carrying a broom that was leaning in the garage and tidying up to his place. "I live yes, Den," she said. Frans nodded small.

"Oh yes, Den ... Want a aunt to make coffee? Or that milk?" bargained Bik Well, he turned around for a moment.

"No, Bik. I brought a drink" Frans said as he lifted the bottle. Bik Yah smiled understand then passed.

Frans got up from his seat a few minutes later, deciding to go to bed as well. His body and mind began to feel tired. He stretched his muscles for a moment before entering the house.