Trapped in Love with the Idol

170. Spirit of Imagination

The atmosphere at Aki's home in the village, where Balqis was raised, looks Wak Icih and Teh Inggit assisted by several mothers from neighbors busy cooking to welcome guests from Jakarta tomorrow, Jakarta, at the same time also make rice a blessing for salvation.

Many atmosphere until it feels even though it is late at night still feels afternoon.

Mothers look busy making wet cakes, some are busy making dodol and some are busy making jerky.

Wak Icih himself just finished making fried chicken galangal, he said, while there is one Mother whose house is right behind the house Wak Icih also just finished peeling potatoes for tomorrow morning made fried chili potatoes and parchment.

Teh Ingit who got the job of making steamed sponge cake has been completed since half an hour ago, and is now being freed Albar's room in the attic with two friends.

The three girls seemed to be room-bound while I was talking about Albar and Balqis who turned out to be a match.

Indeed, no one would have thought if Balqis who had been living in a village far from Jakarta, who did not even know the figure of Albar Harrys would just be his wife.

A soul mate is that semester, where no one knows clearly who will end up with whom.

"Later if Balqis wedding party, we mean can dong Nggit to Jakarta as well..."

Said one of Teh Inggit's friends.

"Yes oruh, later all will be there, later I will say Balqis deh, so that you can be invited."

Said Teh Inggit which of course welcomed with joy.

"Well, if you join the truck, it turns out you can meet the artist at the reception party Albar and Balqis, there must be some artists invited, right?"

"Hu um, if you know there is an Inces Syahrini, waah must be very cool dong can photograph her, very beautiful she is, Allah where now I have used hijab."

"Eh, Agnezmo wasn't invited?"

"Well, it's far away that Agnez isn't in Indonesia, he's certainly busy."

"Yes, yeah."

"Who will sing? it is impossible for Albar to sing himself, later considered not capital, hahahaha..."

They laugh at themselves, as if they are very happy beyond their bride-to-be, wkwkwk...

Meanwhile, Wak Icih in the front room which despite the night the door was still open wide was inviting the Mothers who were there to rest first while eating.

Fried chicken galangal and vegetable soup that is deliberately cooked for dinner so that the helpers do not catch the wind prepared at the table, including fried tempeh and tofu angel results of one of the mothers who is in charge of preparing meals.

The fathers and some young men also did not miss helping Wak Icih's husband put up a tent in front of the house and also arrange plastic chairs and make a small stage for later hosts and maybe Albar wants make welcome.

It really feels so lively, maybe even this is the first time in their village there is a celebration that is so lively, even though it has not been the peak of the show.

Yes, of course, it is impossible for sure if this is not Albar Harrys who will marry one of the girls in their village.

Albar Harrys, the idol who is also the only son of a successful businessman from Jakarta who even his company also exists now in Australia.

"Oh, I hope I help you like this so that you can find the artist's daughter-in-law."

Said the mother who was in charge of peeling potatoes while showing her two hands that looked dirty.

Everyone laughed to hear the sloppiness of the mother who even became fantasized about getting Albar Harrys' daughter-in-law.

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"Tomorrow bring the car to the Lake ready not Jur?"

Albar asked Fajar as the two sat in the gazebo in front of the pool not far from the rooms behind the house Albar occupied by Dawn and others.

"Look down, brother, I'm always ready gas pol."

Sahut Fajar's.

Albar seemed to smile at a glance and then towards Dawn who was sitting next to him, then the handsome young man looked at the sky tonight which was filled with flickering stars.

"I'm finally at this point Jur, don't think there's a scenario like this at all."

Albar.

The dawn, the stupor,

"I also bro, did not expect to know you, shadowin dong Bro, I whose life had only been circling in front of the cut chicken, but, suddenly know you're a famous and rich artist."

Dawn.

Albar sighed,

Ask Albar.

"What plan does Bro mean?"

Dawn bolot, dawn,

"You don't want to be with Dinda? Try dong Jur, so as not to let go of him, remember Jur, he's UI's son now, the future is bright."

Albar.

The dawn, the stupor,

"To be honest I was also confused Bro, how to go ahead. Just yesterday I drove her to her college, I felt inferior to her real Bro."

Dawn came, Albar smiled,

"Then just try Jur in Jakarta."

Albar said at last,

"Is the chicken cut?"

Ask Dawn, please,

Albar heard him laugh, though,

"You've come all the way to Jakarta to try the chicken cut again."

"Lha trus what? Petelor chicken?"

Dawn can think nothing but of chickens.

"Open a fried chicken house, your mother fried chicken is good, ask for the recipe, you sell it here, I lend capital."

Albar.

Dawn looked at Albar,

"Seriously, bro..."

"Be serious."

"You are debes pren."

Fajr patted Albar's shoulder which looked so laughing looking at Dawn.

"Yes, however, Dawn was Albar's first friend who was an ordinary person, a sincere figure and what it was.

Dawn is no longer just a friend, but also like a brother to Albar.

Just as Balqis considered Dinda to be his brother, Albar was also so in Dawn.

"Eh Bro, where's the honeymoon going? If I go to Lombok, I'll go with dong Bro, can't I?"

Dawn whispers.

"Lombok instead of you've seen it often."

Sahut Albar, who then took a cup of milk coffee nearby.

"Hadeeeh, the lombok I saw mah cabe."

Omel Dawn, made Albar laugh amusedly.

"Yes. yes, I want it even to Jogja, I will be sure deh."

"Seriously?"

"Strue."

"Ah be ready, I'll buy a blank."

The dawn of four five plus four five is the same as the point and fill it correctly...

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