Unanimous

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Finally, with a heavy heart the girl with a scratch on her heart gets up, cleans herself, takes a shower, changes her clothes and carries out her obligations. The scarlet brackets suddenly became a pitch-black color in Wiya's eyes. Now Wiya has been wearing clothes that match the color with his extended family. He put makeup on his oriental face. This time make up with a look that is more flawless than before. Then he opened one of the hijab tutorial channels and managed to follow it to completion. Wiya is even prettier than the model. He rushed out of the room, Ilham must have been waiting for him downstairs.

Not only Ilham, the red-hearted contingent was not all home yet. The head of their entourage was also still sitting leisurely at the round row of VIP tables. Wiya approached Ilham who was eating fruit sitting alone.

“Qawiya! I called from earlier. Where the hell are you from? Almost I want to follow Rifa rumah” Ilham shift an empty seat to let Wiya sit.

“Well, Miss Rifa has come home. Hm. Sorry about Ham. I fell asleep earlier. Very cape. What did you eat? For dong”

Inspiration just directly feed the pieces of fruit into Wiya's mouth. Wiya also did not hesitate to open her mouth to receive a bribe from Ilham. The tail of his eyes glanced at the table opposite the table where Zayn and Brigitta were also enjoying the party.

“You're looking at what hey!” Inspiration who realized since then Wiya did not stop glancing in that direction.

“Not looking at anything,” its good.

“Brigitta?“ Ask Ilham who seems to know what Wiya is thinking.

“Hu um, saucy ya Ham”

“Ah engga too, relative times. You're prettier if I say anyway.”

Wiya kicked the leg of the chair that Ilham was sitting on made Ilham chuckle after acknowledging the beauty of his best friend.

“Which men try who does not want to be with him Ham, already high as high, white, cool the view.”

“If only beautiful, white, soothing, fan so have a rival dong.”

“Haha, yes too yes, I really do seneng instead you look like Brigitta same fan standing"

“Eh if I don't remember wrong he ever took Master Education in our campus also deh, Ham”

“Gosh Qawiya, you are not sure of gossip,” said Ilham shook his head “Since when do you feel you have a rival as a woman? He's my old classmate, not until his thesis he quit because he was pursuing his career. Uh dong. How did I follow the mothers to menggibah gini”

“It's reckless you are who's trying again?“ Wiya's hand was so light hitting, pinching, hammering, what could be expected from the person next to her. “Eh Yes Ham, Your mother?“

“Iya had wanted to be invited here, but Kasian was also the new cape mom until now. You know, my mother is not very fluent in Indonesian so she does not really like this event. You come to my house tomorrow see Mom ya “

“Okedeh Yes. Bener yeah. Watch out for you if you forget again.” He said by still chewing the fruit in his mouth, had not been swallowed all he had put the other pieces. Broken heart turns out to be quite draining energy and it takes a lot of freshness so as not to dehydrate.

They are still cool to enjoy the pieces of fruit on the table, seeing Wiya who is so excited Ilham even took one more portion at his buffet table. Unaware of the two people who were being noticed earlier approaching their table.

“Wiya, are you here? I've been looking forward to it" Zayn greeted Wiya as he pulled out a chair for Brigitta. He was sitting right in front of Wiya.

Nyariin's? Your eyes! viya in the heart.

“Hay Qawiya, Brigitta” said he reached out calling his name.

“Hay Brigitta is happy to meet here, Call Wiya. Thank you for taking the time to present” Wiya welcomes the hand is no less graceful and try to give the best smile possible.

Then Zayn introduced Brigitta to Ilham who was also there. Brigitta greeted and engaged in a warm conversation with Ilham and Qawiya. Although a person who is quite famous, Brigitta was not a proud person. She's a warm, polite and very sociable girl. Just increase the plus value of this girl.

Throughout the conversation flows. Wiya did not look at Zayn at all. He was only busy with Brigitta and Ilham alternately. Actually he was trying to find information or a little clue about what relationship is between the two.

But Brigitta herself was even more interested in asking about her relationship with Ilham until the end of the conversation. Before going home they once again took photos with the two brides. Ilham, Wiya, Brigita and Zayn.

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One by one invited guests came and went home, the reception was quite magnificent it was finally finished. Several families stayed at the hotel. But the nuclear family still chose to go home directly. Including Ridwan and Mitty. They're coming home to Mom's. Because their bridal room was both deliberately made in that house. Mitty's presence for the first time as the daughter-in-law of the house was warmly welcomed and increased the family's happiness starting today.

“Mitty, Mom and Dad are grateful you are our son starting today. I'm not gonna ask you to stay in this house. All your decisions are about the two of you. But just this one week I want to spend time living with my daughter-in-law.”

Mitty threw himself into the arms of his mother-in-law. He was so happy and so grateful to be among the family that he had always considered his second family. And today it really is a true family bond. She hugs Mom, Dad and also Wiya's best friend who is now her brother-in-law.

“Yes you two must be tired. There go up to the room. Rest up. Ridwan, take your wife to room”.

Now that they are in their own rooms, Mom and Dad in the lower room, Mitty for the first time entered Ridwan's room which from today is his room in the house.

The bridal room is shades of red white, on the bed covered with white cloth there is a sprinkling of rose petals that spread a romantic fragrance. Aromatherapy candles in some corners make the atmosphere more warm in it. The dim lighting inevitably made Mitty feel even more nervous.

Mitty sat in front of his dresser. Remove one by one the needles, clasps and pins that are still left on his head. Ridwan stood up from his seat helping his wife remove the objects from her hijab. When it is certain that all have been released perfectly. Now just take off the hijab that still covers his head. Ridwan was impatient to see his wife from behind the cloth that had been a barrier to him.

Ridwan is now standing in front of Mitty, trying to remove the safety pin in the neck of his hijab. Suddenly Mitty's hand held her husband's palm and looked up at her husband's eyes.

“By brother open? Dear?“ Ridwan's whisper was in his wife's ear. Make Mitty's heartbeat rhyme faster. Still in the position of Ridwan who whispered, suddenly there was the sound of someone pounding on the door of the room from the outside.

It turned out that Mitty had forgotten to close the door of his room, Wiya who had just come from the kitchen was going to his room past the newlyweds room and the scene just now had littered his eyes. They will just remove the hijab.

“Woy door pintuuuuu” shouted as it passed and shook his head.

　

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