The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

CHAPTER 13: Shake up?

Today is the day when a man will shake my father's hand, answering unequivocally before many, that he accepts me as part of his life. Normally, which unhappy women can experience this? But me? I think of today as my last day in the world, and I don't even feel the slightest bit of happiness.

"Sir, have you taken a shower?" Mother's voice surprised me.

I saw that mom was fresh, and even smelled the distinctive aroma of bath soap from her body as she walked closer. I shook my head in response.

"Dang bathe to .. just now a mother stopped by le Giyan place, she was already seger, ready to go, lha you are still mbladus that, ckckck!"

I laughed at my mother's sarcasm.

"God, even laughing. Already, shower, game!" mother's orders while dragging me softly.

"Nrug ... Mother," I quickly replied, grabbing my bathrobe, and exiting the room.

After finishing the bath, and wearing a bathrobe, I immediately headed for the room, and passed by several people who were busy preparing various necessities. I answered their every greeting and yes, pretend to be happy!

In the room, the makeup artist was waiting for me, while preparing all his "combat" equipment on the dressing table.

I sat in front of the dressing table letting the makeup artist and her assistant work. Occasionally tucked chatter and jokes from his mouth.

A few hours later, the makeup artist finished the job finally polishing my face and styling my hair.

"Well, for ijab, Mbake used to wear this same white kebaya veil first huh. Yuk, change clothes first," he said after finishing dressing me. I was stunned to see that white kebaya, beautiful!

He and his assistant helped me put on my kebaya and all the gear.

When the makeup artist put the accessories in my hand, he touched my bead bracelet, then said, "Sir, this is the bracelet removed first, nothing to?"

I wanted to refuse, but suddenly the complete mother dressed in kebaya and makeup went into my room.

"Yes, mbakyu, take it off, nothing." Mom smiled at me.

I just resigned myself, took off the beaded bracelet and put it on the dressing table. Despite the weight. I swiped the bracelet for a while, with mixed feelings.

"Yes, I'm telling you, I want to go ahead first, meet the guests. Ah yes, Zafia was also self-sufficient, Cha, so ayu fence. What's the matter to?"

Again I just nodded.

I stared at the beaded bracelet on the table. For some reason, my heart hurts. My left shoulder, too, was hot there.

"Dude!" my groaning, while trying to reach the part that feels hot.

"Why Mother?" ask the makeup artist who is still busy cleaning the rags I wear.

"It's okay, ma'am .. just gatel, hehe," I replied accordingly.

The heat began to decrease, but I was still pressing the hot part earlier.

"Is it really okay, Mom? What ache? Get a massage first"

I wanted to shake my head in response, but then I remembered that above my head there were all sorts of things, which made me reluctant to move even for a small gesture.

"I'm okay, Mom," I'm short.

True said Zafia, why get married should drag this, I smile.

"It's over, Ma'am. Stay waiting called pas processi ijab-kabul. Excuse me first, ma'am. Want another makeup check." The makeup artist said goodbye to me, and immediately came out of the room followed by her assistant.

I stared at my own face from the reflection of the mirror, with thick makeup on my face and a swimmer tick over my head. I learned to smile, yes, of course, even though it was a fake smile!

"Geez! You're so beautiful, Sha! Manglin!"

Zafia's voice broke my concentration. He walked over slowly, a bottle green kebaya attached to his body, and looked so beautiful.

"Keep ... What are you doing, Sha? Smile before a smile in front of the glass? Are you starting to like this marriage? Or ..." said Zafia again connect the chat earlier.

"What the hell? Don't talk weird! Ah yes, by the way, you are also beautiful like that, Fi," as I am.

"Well, let's take pictures, Sha? Make memories."

"Can, can. Here!" my answer.

Zafia took her cell phone, then approached to take a photo of the two of us with various facial expressions and styles. Surely I could not move freely because of the several kilograms of weight that was tangled above my head.

Suddenly my phone shook, a message came in. I peeked at him, the name of Mas Giyan was there.

Deck, it is ready .. mas deg degan really, it looks good, everything.

I read a message from Mas Giyan. Really, I felt nothing, not even an unusual pounding, nothing at all!

A few minutes later, a message came in, again, this time accompanied by an image.

"Against training, Deck. Let not groggy .. hehehe. But this is a real camera, huh? Why is it like which one is it ...."

I laughed, laughing at Giyan who was commenting on her own photo.

"So smile, now laugh at yourself. You okay, Sha?"

I immediately closed the message from Giyan's mas, as Zafia came over to me, trying to peek at my phone screen.

"Sooh, nasty. You think I'm out of my mind, Fi?" sahutku pretended to sulk.

Zafia smiled, then said, "Well that's dong, if the wedding is happy, smile, laugh ...."

I wanted to cry, really, hear what Zafia said, but I didn't want to ruin my makeup.

"Eh, are you hungry, Sha? If you want breakfast, I'll get you?" sela Zafia turned the tide.

"Hungry, but if you eat, how's my lipstick?" my many.

"Yes later ask to be benerin same fairy, rather than later pas processi you fainted, Sha!"

"Oh .. Yeah, I want breakfast, a little bit."

Zafia left me in the room alone, I suddenly felt my hair bristling. I slowly turned around, looked around, but found nothing.

Zafia went back to the room, she brought a nice meal for both of us.

"So I saw your future husband, Sha. Handsome, kayak artist! You're lucky, Sha, get him" Zafia said, holding out a plate of rice and side dishes to me.

"You changed me to marry him, how's Fi?" sautku.

I saw Zafia glaring, her mouth curling, and started to grumble, "You're crazy, Sha!"

I laughed, then painstakingly stuffed a spoonful of rice into my mouth.

"Ah yes, she was also wondering about you, Sha." Zafia returned after chewing food in her mouth.

"Ask what?" ask again.

"Are you beautiful, do you look happy, and so on .." she replied.

"Certainly? What are you answering, Fi?"

"Yes .. You're beautiful, and you're happy, let alone?"

I sighed, then put a few more spoons of food into my mouth. Suddenly the mother went into the room, behind her stood some capable women.

"Sir, these are my friends, I want to see you ..." said the mother with a smile that looks like a stale base.

"Waaa, beautiful yes jeng ..." chirped one of them.

"His mother is beautiful, obviously her daughter is also beautiful" said another.

"Ah, you can!" greet mom with a smile.

I put the dishes on the table, and greeted them one by one, so did Zafia.

"Sir, mopping up his meal, then I call the makeup artist to really make your makeup, huh?" mom walked out of the room with her friends.

"Yes, Mom."

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