The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 118. You and Me, Us
Chapters 118. You and Me, Us
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Heart beats fast
(My heart is pounding)
Colors and prom - misses
(Color and promises)
How to be brave
(How to be brave)
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
(How can I love when I'm afraid of falling?)
But watching you stand alone
(But seeing you alone)
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
(Every bench suddenly disappeared)
One step closer
(A step closer)
I have died every day waiting for you
(Every day I die waiting for you)
Darling don't be afraid
(Love don't be afraid)
I have loved you for a thousand years
(I have loved you for thousands of years)
I'll love you for a thousand more
(I'll love you for thousands of years)
Time stands still
(Time stops turning)
Beauty in all she
(Everything about it is so beautiful)
I will be brave
(I'll be brave)
I will not let anything take away
(Don't let everything pass you by)
What's standing in front of me
(What is in front of me)
Every breath
(Any breath)
Every hour has come to this
(Every hour has arrived here)
One step closer
(A step closer)
And all along I believed I would find you
(And all that time I'm sure I'll find you)
Time has brought your heart to me
(Then bring your heart to me)
I have loved you for a thousand years
(I have loved you for thousands of years)
I'll love you for a thousand more
(I'll love you for thousands of years)
(Christina Perri ~ A Thousand Year)
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" Who is mas?" tanya Dhira who is now seen making food in the kitchen of Bu Kartika. Abhimanyu followed Dhira wherever his future wife went. And now it is seen sitting in front of a table in the back kitchen.
"Broasted!" answer Abhimanyu.
"Nyari Sekar the most!" abhimanyu added while putting his phone in his pants pocket.
"What are you cooking, it smells so good!" Abhimanyu extended his neck to see the masterpiece of Dhira which he had been waiting for.
" This is his name, Bastian loves it!" Dhira made a treat from raw grated kettle, steamed and then given brown sugar and coconut grater. It is suitable to eat in a cold atmosphere like tonight.
"What's that, I've never seen it!" abhimanyu.
"The science of profit and loss. How to know the handling of ndeso like this"
Makes Abhimanyu chuckle.
"But mas, let this ndeso be authentic lo taste!" Dhira said while arranging brown sugar and grated head that has been steamed.
Abhimanyu was amazed by Dhira's skill. The woman in front of him was truly the ideal wife-to-be. Already beautiful, hot, good at kitchen wes complete tenant trees.
"You dong!" abhimanyu said impatiently.
"It's not mature yet!" Dhira turned around and put some dirty utensils, into the sink of the dishwasher.
They're just two there. Meanwhile, Bu Kartika, was visiting distant relatives who were in other complexes with Bastian and Raka, to arrange (notify) the day of ijab kabul Dhira, Dhira, which will be done in the next three days. Surely after they talked seriously, about the marriage of Dhira and Abhimanyu.
Dhira was seen opening the cover of the cone boiler, making a puff of smoke from the steamer soar into the kitchen. The steam meets the ceiling of the kitchen Bu Kartika.
"Wihhh, could be so. You're not hot on Dhir?" Abhimanyu was amazed, apparently the woman had a lot of expertise huh.
"That's how. How to open the lid of the boiler is this!" Dhira shook his head. Her husband-to-be never saw anyone cook she thought.
Dhira took 5 medium-sized plates, and filled each plate with sawut. " This is my first try, I'm afraid the tongue is unusual!" kekeh Dhira's.
"Whatever you cook seems like a magic touch. The evidence is Jodhi. He's a devotee of your cuisine Dhir!" tukas Abhimanyu laughing.
Abhimanyu began to spoon the food, then pointed it at his mouth. He widened his eyes with the head of the mangosteen.
Dhira as if he was waiting for the judging results of the race he participated in, as soon as he saw Abhimanyu was correcting the taste of the food he tried with a mysterious face.
"Mmmmmmm" Abhimanyu's face seemed to be weighing after the food was successfully felt by his tongue.
"Where?" Dhira was impatient, the look on Abhimanyu's face could not be guessed.
"Mmmmmmmm" this time Abhimanyu even am em am em.
"Bag!!!"
"This is delicious Dhir. I like it!" Abhimanyu said like a chef who is being a judge for Dhira with a mouth full of traditional food.
Dhira chuckled, "I don't think I like it!" said Dhira while arranging 4 more dishes, which have been filled with sawut. Sowing it with coconut grater.
"Add more dong, really good this. Add sugar as dark!" pinta Abhimanyu's.
"This, but that's for mom, Bastian and Raka!" dhira pointed at the three plates beside him.
"Why not do much. My last ration is this dong!" Abhimanyu.
Dhira laughs little, which woman is not happy if the processed results are in demand and liked by people he loves.
"Tomorrow I make it again, the poor are cheap!" said Dhira while cleaning the kitchen equipment.
"So this is from ketela?, how can it taste this way. Oma should try this sometime. She must have liked it!"
" I'm lucky Dhir got your kayak wife. The complete package is yours!"
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Abhimanyu
The day Abhimanyu was waiting for arrived. The man looks like he's looking at himself in the mirror. A black squat perched on top of his head as a complement. The expensive suit has also been fitted fit on his body. Abhimanyu is a rich man, but Dhira asks not to overdo it.
He obeyed all the will of Dhira who was considered to have the unpretentious nature. Besides, tonight there's still a reception at the hotel Danan thought.
Abhimanyu was already very impatient. Although this is not an exclusive wedding event for them, but the most important thing for Abhimanyu is about who the woman will accompany the rest of her age. A woman who will clearly complete herself as a husband and also a prospective father.
The cool air of the morning was really friendly to Abhimanyu, the air that was much better because it had not been contaminated with the hypocrisy of the world. It becomes their choice to organize a sacred process, the confirmation of promises.
He along with Oma and Rania look just arrived at the residence of Bu Kartika. Dhira is not concerned about celebration, she is more focused on the process of legalizing herself to become the legitimate wife of Abhimanyu.
Before leaving earlier, he had asked for a blessing prayer to his Oma as well as his only sister. Rania.
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The standard size house is only in pairs a tent in front of the courtyard that is not too broad. A rented catering complete with several workers is also on standby since the day is still dark.
There are many close families there. Raka is neat with a batik shirt, Bu Kartika also looks more beautiful today with a beautiful makeup and hijab polish, and Bastian also looks dashing with batik clothes.
If in the view, the event title looks standard. In fact, the one who becomes the groom is the person. Dhira quibbled, he is not a virgin whose everything must be excited. He knows enough about it.
"Well, you're so handsome Ka!" Bastian scans Raka's look with neatly-climbed hair due to Pomade's sweep. Really ciamik.
"Om pretty too, baby don't do it!" Raka chuckles.
"Not done, not done yet!" Bastian laughed with his nephew.
Dhira wears a fit elegant kebaya on his body, the two mountains in front of his chest that look solidly rising due to the pressure of the corset that is behind his danger.
Simple and make up that is not too thick, it actually makes Dhira like an angel that morning.
Yes, Ms. Kartika prefers to finance her child according to her ability. Given that when Dhira married Indra first, he did not interfere at all. Abhimanyu agreed to that, but he asked for the part for his prescription to follow their ways. And that feels fair enough.
Sekar had been there since dawn, he also became a busy Team with Shinta. Neighbors were also present there, even mothers who had once sneered at Dhira when the woman was shopping to mlijoan cak Ahmad were also present.
The family away from his late father was also present.
When the groom comes, the families welcome the various gifts that the Aryasatya family brings. So much and all the fancy stuff and food. Making all there was quite astonished at once amazed, who exactly the widow's husband. Why the luggage is all items that look valuable are not cheap.
Although not the first time, but nervousness still hit Abhimanyu. When he was with Gwen, he did not feel this complex feeling.
"Don't tense!" Oma Regina could already guess the feelings of her granddaughter. Because Abhimanyu was aware of sewing the ground with the movement of his feet that vibrated tread. It indicates that the man is nervous.
" Mom, the man's spell has come. Come!" seroang perias called Dhira. The woman's heart is now beating fast. In the next few minutes she will be Abhimanyu's wife. She will be stripped of her status as a widow. Opened a new chapter in his life with Abhimanyu. The man with all his charms who managed to snatch his heart.
As she stepped out, Dhira saw a lot of people. All of them were wearing the best clothes they had. Dhira smiles. This heart also arrived, the day he picked up happiness after passing the storm that had hit his life.
He saw a rectangular table with several chairs arranged around the table with an elegant ivory white tablecloth. A male officer was seen checking some files on the table.
Dhira looks at Abhimanyu. Her husband-to-be was handsome with a songkok. I don't know who asked him to wear the head covering typical of eastern culture.
His blood flowed quickly, the feeling was present when he looked at Abhimanyu's face. The man for the last two days he hadn't seen. The man shaved off the fine hair that usually grew in his sturdy jaw area.
Abhimanyu looks handsome.
Wisang arrived late because he picked up Danan that morning to the airport. Yes, as a true friend watching the grand event Abhimanyu is important. Although they have not been able to sit in the first row, they are relieved because it is not too late.
Indra was also seen there, although he was not too willing to approach. He wants to see his ex-wife pick up happiness. Because obviously, he is a man who is not smart to give it.
"You're so pretty, Dhir?" abhimanyu whispered as Dhira sat beside him. Waiting for the officer to prepare everything.
Abhimanyu suddenly became agitated to see two beautiful objects in a kebaya that made Dhira look like a virgin. Two things he had tasted. Dhira is so beautiful. He doesn't know if he'll be able to hold on until the reception tonight at the Danan hotel. Moreover, his future wife really managed to make his maleness soul always up in the fog.
"Mas is also handsome wearing that!" dhira pointed at the expensive songkok that was attached to the top of his head with a smile.
"Oma told you!" Abhimanyu chuckles.
All the families who serve as witnesses have occupied the seats provided. Her late father's younger sister Dhira was also there. Become a guardian for Dhira. Bastian had also been sitting neatly between those chairs.
The atmosphere became tense, all focused on the group of humans sitting around the table. Dhira sat side by side with Abhimanyu, whose burly hands her future husband had now clung to the hands of a man who was about to marry them.
Oma Regina sat with Bu Kartika, Rania, and Raka behind them. Don't want even a second to miss this sacred event.
Photographers have acted to shoot the best images during the process of the deal. Expensive payments can't make them make mistakes. Everything has to be good.
And with the beating of the heart that is increasingly tempo, by giving his breath in, he said the firm sentence with one breath.
"I accept the marriage and marriage of Andhira Avanti bint Wahyu Laksono Almarhum with mascawin that was paid in cash!"
"Why witnesses?" ask the officer.
"Yahhhhhh!!!!" koor all the guests are there. It was Bu Kartika, the woman shed her tears right then and there. After Rania and Oma Regina who also accompanied the event with tears of happiness. Even Bastian was now breathing a sigh of relief. Raka was clapping like the other guests.
The boy was about to cry but he endured, he was now relieved his mother had two protectors. Abhimanyu and himself.
Indra stared at the solemn procession from afar, there was pain in the recesses of his heart. He has now been rewarded by the seed he sowed. The seed of doom that slowly gnaws at itself and leads it to destruction.
And now, he sees a woman who for the past 13 years has been sitting in such a position with him, now this is playing happily with other men. The man he had to admit was much better than him.
Happy happiness Thir lirihnya in heart. Seeing Raka clapping happily, he was quite satisfied. He has done the right thing even above imperfections.
But when he was in the midst of sadness, he saw someone who was busy serving guests by arranging drinks and wearing a rented catering uniform.
"Pig!!!" .
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