THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

Half Success.

And night came. As planned, now both sides of the large family both from the Dodit and Risma parties appear to fill the living room and some of the middle space. In addition to large families, some prominent people around the neighborhood such as ustad, Mr. Rt and some neighbors who will witness the event of an impromptu proposal.

Although suddenly but it looks there the preparation is so mature. Both from luggage to rings that are all prepared suddenly.

Dodit who that night wearing a long-sleeved batik shirt combined with black trousers seemed so nervous when he was with Risma. While the beautiful widow looked so calm despite her heart also rumbling, but she was good at hiding her nervous attitude.

Melati who happened to take a seat next to Dodit, unceasingly teased her cousin who had long liked Risma.

"Happy yeah? Who arrived married a pujaan woman. Is that a dream, huh?" Melati Whispers.

"What the hell, Mba." Shakal Dodit with a grin that was held back.

"Pura pura aja nolak, whereas his heart again dances nari tuh." Whisper Melati again while holding back laughter. While Dodit just grunts annoyed. Because from the house Melati continues to tease him until Dodit is really wrong behavior and can not dwell what, although in his heart he still cheer cheer cheerfully.

Shortly thereafter, the show was opened. The first to give a speech is Mr. Rt who tells about the reasons and warns the citizens so that the events experienced by Risma and Dodit do not happen again.

Although only a misunderstanding, Dodit and Risma publicly apologized to the people present for the incident.

The next event was the friendly of each representative of the family and deliberation of the plan of the date of agreement which finally fell another week.

After both parties agreed with the planned time, now only the two prospective brides exchanged rings.

"Be calm, Dit. Don't be nervous." Ledek Falah and Dodit only reply with an obscure mesam mesem.

And after passing the nervousness that was very heavy, finally Dodit managed to put a ring on the sweet finger of the widow of dreams. His smile continued to grow with pride.

"Come on, Mouthful smile, Dit. The teeth are dry." Ledek the other brother and of course Dodit can only grunt unable to retaliate against his brother's taunts.

A few moments later, the application was completely finished. Dodit and his extended family soon withdrew.

Until it does not feel time is getting late. In each room, both Risma and Dodit appear to be resting and also struggling with their respective thoughts.

"Why is my way of life so complicated? Is Dodit really my last mate?" Risma muttered as her eyes continued to stare at the ring that was coiling on her ring finger.

When Risma was struggling with her thoughts arrived.

Ting.

A message from his cell phone. He immediately grabbed the phone lying not far from him. Turn on the phone and in the notya chat application.

At first his forehead wrinkled as he read the message he had just entered, but a second later his lips smiled amusedly.

"Am I allowed to call Mba Risma my future wife?" The plain question from Dodit made Risma laugh at herself.

While in the room and also the other house, Dodit even looks restless because the chat message he just sent never got a reply. Even though the message has a blue tick sign that the message has been read.

Dodit continued to stare at the screen of his phone with a feeling of wasp. And he was getting panicked when on the phone screen he saw a hint of the word typing. That means across there is writing her chat reply.

Sure enough the chat reply came. With a roaring breath he immediately read the message and immediately his smile spread and he jumped for joy when in the chat message he read written.

"By, my future priest."

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