The Her Wedding Dress

CH7-Pour Holidays

“Malik, this is a provision to enter the bag ya” Bu

Sri handed over some lunch boxes containing supplies for them to take on vacation to

Flower.

“Ibuuuuukk, Indi gorgeous dataaanggg” Shouts

typical sounding from the front door of the residence Malik.

“Indi, you enter the house instead of greetings instead

screaming”

Actually, Mr. Adrian was a little embarrassed by his behavior

his daughter, but fortunately this was the home of the person they had already considered to be

families

“Ndi, you think your voice is melodious yell rich

gitu” Malik came out of the kitchen while carrying a bag of supplies followed

by Ms Sri

“Bodo very lik. Although my voice is a gini bell,

but you love khaaan the same Iuu” Indira began to wiggle in Malik's arm

while opening his eyes

“hemm” Malik's shock begins to sound and

I was greeted with laughter by others.

Bu Sri is in charge of bringing some side dishes and cakes such as

eggplant balado, tempeh and fried tofu, potato fried sambal, chocolate banana cake

and risoles. While Bu Mega brought rice, grilled chicken, fried chicken, lalapan

and fruits.

Actually Mr. Adi has forbidden them to

bring supplies, because in the villa there is already a household assistant who will

serving them. But Bu Sri and Bu Mega felt the provisions brought from home

when on vacation it will be more enjoyable.

After a while of waiting, finally a

minibus capacity of 13 people stops in front of Bu Sri residence. Deftly

Malik and Indira move their supplies to the trunk of the car assisted by

Akbar just got out of the car.

The front seat is filled by the driver and Mr. Adi, in

the second row of seats is filled by Bu Sri, Bu Mega and Pak Adrian. And Malik, though,

Indira and Akbar sat in the third row of seats.

The cheerful atmosphere was again presented by Indira,

Akbar and Malik

“Yeeaaahhh, finally we go.

Papi, Indi will take a walk on horseback. Keep us to binoculars

star.  Indira wants photos

use the camera Akbar deh.” Shouted Indi while smiling a sweet smile at the

little lips

“You are really kampungan ih” Malik.

“calm ndi, Aa Akbar this handsome already

set up a camera for us to take photos. Keep the picture printed, put on display

pigura deh” Akbar started to give a brilliant idea. The three of them are

hobby of printing photos and displaying them in their respective rooms.

“Aa Aa fuck. It's custom to call you Akbar,

our age is only two years different. Uh Bar, actually yes when viewed

look, you're the same Malik is more handsome Malik knows. Malik is just a gatau

how to smile, so handsome. Hahahahahaha” ridiculed indian teasek

by Akbar's crisp laughter.

Along the way Malik, Indira and Akbar

play guessing a dime as usual. Who cannot answer will

got a jolt on the forehead from the questioner. Although Indira

dub himself with ‘Queen Tambakan’ but Indira is quite a lot to receive

the flick on his forehead.

After arriving at Pak Adi's villa, everything

immediately move the luggage to their respective rooms, and immediately return

for lunch with the supplies they brought. This villa is located in

the edge of the tea garden is quite extensive. As far as the eye can see, the tea garden

looks very calming. No wonder Pak Adi wanted to bring Bu Sri to the place

this is to just take a vacation to calm the mind so that his health is soon

improve.

They had lunch at the cottage located in

the garden behind this villa.

our favorite chocolate banana lik. Then there's potato fried chili equal risol

akbar's favorite. I love you full buk. Tau so much like our favorite.” Without

indira immediately ate his favorite dish. Lunches

simple this time make the relationship of the three families become more and more tight.

After lunch was over, the parents entered

go to their own rooms to rest. Malik, Indira and Akbar

choose to take a walk around the tea garden and occasionally take pictures to

capture their holiday moments. When the sky begins to turn dark,

Malik and Akbar went into their room to take a bath and rest. And Indira

go to Bu Sri's room.

“ibuukkku iakaanggg.” Indi immediately ran up

to the top of the bed and hugged the waist of Bu Sri who was lying down

“neng, if rich gini will be considered your people

that's mom's son. Not his son Mega” said Bu Sri while rubbing Indira's head

gently.

“Kan is his son Ibuk. Hehe. Indira is his son

Mama, Papa, Mother, same Papi. So if anyone says Indi's parents

mostly, yes. Hehe”

“aya aya wae neng mah (there is aja neng)”

the thin smile of Bu Sri does give warmth to everyone who

saw it. Bu Sri tilted her body and returned the pretty girl's embrace.

“Buk, do you know??” Ask Indira

“apa?”

“Indi tea Iaaangggg very same Ibuk. Anyway

later if you have worked, Indi wants to buy a house that is big for Ibuk and Malik.

Keep Ibuk do not work anymore yes, let Malik same Indi who works. Mother home

aja relax-relax rich on the beach so it doesn't hurt” said Indira while tightening

hugs .

Hearing the words from Indira made a tear

Sri started to flow because she was happy. Indira is not her real son, but with

the presence of Indira gives another color in the life of Bu Sri. Bu Sri considered

the presence of Indira is as a substitute for Malik's sister who must die

2 Hours after his birth.

“Busy too dear

same neng.” Answer Sri lirih

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After dinner, and a little

talking, Mega Ma'am, Pak Adrian and Pak Adi prefer to rest in

her room. While Bu Sri went to the back garden to enjoy the night air.

“But why is here alone?” Malik suddenly

come and hug his mother from behind. He put his head on his shoulder

her mother's. For the size of teenagers in grade 2 Junior High Malik's body is classified as tall.

“gapapa. I just want to give ngadem. Emm Malik..”.

“Iya buk.” Malik answered without taking his hand

from the stomach of Bu Sri

“You don't bother mama, papa and papi you

yep. You should recite their words, do not volunteer. The Indi as well

do not fight, you are the same Akbar can get along but if the same Indi is already rich

want war. Don't, dear boy, get along with Indi and Akbar. Mother it was

so grateful you are surrounded by good people who love you.” Again and again

bu Sri's tears began to drip and she immediately wiped them away

“Iya buk, don't worry. Gini Malik dear

kok same Indi and Akbar”

“Your relationship should not break up, son,

if you can marry Indira.”

“hehe, yes if soul mate gapapa buk.” Malik replied with a smile because dating Indira became one of the dreams of malik when he grew up.

Long enough Malik and Bu Sri chatted in the courtyard

backside. While Indira and Akbar just peeked at the intimacy of the mother and child

from the living room window, deliberately do not want to interfere.

“buk, if my mother was Akbar's mother. Sure

Akbar is very happy buk” inner Akbar

“Healthy bus keep yes.wait Indi success bu, Indi

I will be happy Ibuk. Indi love Ibuk” Indira