The Exchanged Princess
Rayhan-Isti (hari-H)-part 1
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A barbeque scent that emanated from the garden next to the house of Ghaisan. Tonight, they gather in the house to enjoy Rayhan's freedom at the end of his bachelor years.
This afternoon, Rayhan came with Annisa and Yuli. Soon after, Judah came there too. Since Ghaisan's return, Raka and Raydita have been staying at the house. Even Yuda was staying there. While Yuli, chose to stay at the Adisurya residence. But tonight, Annisa and Yuli will be staying there as well.
Laughter sounded simple from Raka and Yuda. There is always a topic to be used as a joke by them. Yuli and Raydita until the head gel saw the behavior of the two. While Rayhan, it looks cool to exchange messages with a lover of hearts who will be married tomorrow. The face of Adisurya's son could not hide happily and thought the crowd around him was just the wind.
On the other hand, Annisa chuckled at the joking saltiness of her friends. Sometimes he turned to Ghiksan who seemed to prefer the smell of Annisa's hair than the pieces of meat that burned Raka and Judah.
"She, the guy from the salon wants to stay here too?" ask Yuli.
"Yes" nodded Annisa.
"Oh, so tomorrow we're dressed as them, huh?" ask Yuli again while looking inside the house from the open door.
Indeed, Rianti asked them to depart together from the same place as well. Rianti asked the salon to send a team for them. That is because in Adisurya residence a lot of distant relatives who come on Rayhan's special day.
"Sir Ehan, don't be late at home" said Raydita.
"Why?" rayhan asked without looking at Raydita.
"Yee is insensitive. We're here in pairs. Well lo?" timpal Judah.
"Gue why? Uh, you are at best just*********** doang. If I, from tomorrow onwards can already .. hehe, sorry yes, it is not level playing solo with such a position," jelly Rayhan.
"Damn, Lo. My imagination goes everywhere" said Raka.
"Bound dong let's not go anywhere," continued Yuda.
"What's ngiketnya?" ask Raydita plain.
"Wear kond-. Oops, my mouth's a bucket when I say that." Raka patted her own lips.
"Kak Raka maniak is rich. You should be careful, Yul," said Raydita.
"Yee slander is more cruel than conception" said Raka origin.
"Murder, b*go!" timpal Rayhan's.
"Yes, it's a big habit, Raka," grumbled Raydita.
"Yeah who knows anyone wants to be 'fertilized', hihihi," seloroh Raka while glancing at her lover.
"Hi-hi-hi, it's rich, lo. If you dare to say," challenge Yuda.
"brave. Who's afraid?" Raka said.
"Try, say what?" ask Yuda while mengengukan laugh.
"The Mbeb, the bobo gih. Let it be fresh tomorrow" said Raka.
"Jiaaah, is that doang?" judah Ejek.
"Emang Lo dare?" ask Ghaisan.
"No," Yuda's bells fast.
"Huuu, you son of a bitch." Raka flanked Judah's head with one hand while the other clasped the head.
"If it's sorted after me, it's Nisa-Agas. If they did, was it first? Lo what Lo?" show Rayhan to Yuda and Raka.
"Nak aja," delik Raka.
"I mean, we're together. I'm the same Dita, that nebeng, pretty 'the money in the budget," Kellakar Yuda.
"Idih no capital," delik Raydita.
"The horror! Modal dong if you want to marry people's children," cried Raka in Raka's ear.
Yuda grinned at Raydita who turned the lazy eyeball. While others chuckle with the behavior of the two who are still the same since the first creation.
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Although crowded with relatives who arrived from a few days back, the aura of Dahlan's house was soothing. Since the sun appeared, the shalawat sounded earthy from the sound system that echoed in the room.
Grandpa Istiqomah looks relaxed sitting around his grandchildren and his little great-grandchildren. They alternately chant praise on the role model of Muslims, His Majesty Shallahu alaihi wasallam.
By listening to the shalawat, the heart becomes calm. That is how the bride feels. In front of the mirror, Isti stared at the reflection of her face that was being paired with a hijab by a fairy. While smiling, occasionally Isti also chanted the prayer he heard.
"Belcome, Neng. Same wedding as the dream guy?" asked the fairy with a seductive smile.
"Hehe. Yes, Ma. What a dream," said Isti with a blushing face when imagining Rayhan's handsome face.
"Daughter?" ask again. Isti nodded in shame.
"Oh. I guess arranged. Or not long ago ta'aruf and have been invited to marry. How long's the date?"
"How long is it? Mmm from class 2 SMA if I don't miscalculate," said Isti with a big smile.
"Well! Long time too."
The fairy stared for a moment at the reflection of Isti's face in the mirror. Understandably, the prospective woman is the grandson of a kiyai, while the prospective man from a wealthy business family. So, most of them think that marriage is the result of arranged marriage. Moreover, before the closeness of the two was not published.
'Ah, most also that playboy guy. Let insyaf be fooled by the pious girl. The ends are rich in soap operas. The guy turned out to have a girlfriend, his wife cheated on him, and the ending, whimpering ....'
That's how the booty and his friends feel when they find out their clients come from families who have different backgrounds.
I glanced at the door of his room. Julaikah smiled broadly at his daughter as he stepped closer to them.
"MasyaAllah, beautiful son of Umi," praise Ikah.
"Thank God, Umi. Thank you," said Isti slowly.
"What's left yet, Ma'am?" ask the fairy.
"Already, Mom."
"Alhamdulillah. They're on their way here. Ready it?" goda Ikah's.
Isti gave a shy smile.
"Everyone seems like yes, Mom?" timpal.
"Hehehe. You see they LDR him a long time, Ma'am," seloroh Ikah.
"No, it's my first night. Looks like everyone should move first, ma'am. Because it is expected that a big earthquake will occur in this house," licked the Perias.
Is he laughing hearing it. While Isti was powerless to endure the shame and chose to lower his head.
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