Married Hot Duda
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"So we agreed, yes ... Bu Padma is the same Mr. Puji," said the village head who was deliberately presented at the Padmasari house to certify the day and date of the reception of their grandchildren. Kades Arianto turned his head towards the two people in turn.

He went back on. "Again, if Sunday— next week, the reception here, and a week later, the next week held ngunduh mantu at the residence of Mr. Puji Ananta. Njih, we can agree, it's a deal!"

"Damn it, Mr. Kades." Family representative Pak Puji, Mr. RW nodded, followed by everyone present.

Mr. RW immediately took over, because Mr. Kades hinted with a hand to invite him to add that there was something to say.

"I was sent by Pak Puji to give up vegetable money which he said was only enough to buy salt." Mr. RW pulled out a brown envelope and put Mr. Kades in front. "Please don't look at the numbers, sir. This Mr. Puji said is only a pinch, only worth of salt."

Mr. Kades turned his head towards Padmasari and Pras. He swallowed a wry saliva. Though Mr. Kades saw the truck earlier, even until now has not finished lowering the shot, this has been added to the money a wad.

"Please accept, Madam Padma," Pinta Pak RW urged. "This is just our family's bond. Don't look at the numbers, because this really isn't how much."

Pras looked at Pak Puji whose face had not changed at all since the event. Stay unpretentious, and humble during the event. A little wondering, why this much? One is enough.

Don't ask Padmasari. He had been silent since, pulling his old lips occasionally so as not to look depressed, worse, he seemed to be at a loss for words. He has almost no face. But what to say, even if he can't. Yesterday, he pointed here and there, arranging here and there to make everything look good and perfect in the eyes of Praji and his family, but what happened today, is what happened, make all the effort Padmasari see nothing.

The room was suddenly silent, with the host family members looking at each other and muttering, but not spell reading, but wonder and amazement. Seriously, this seems to be a royal wedding ala kampung, where village girls married princes from the city, even though they do not use white horses.

Mr. Kades sighed deeply, then faced Mr. Puji. "Oh, this I accept, sir. We would like to thank you very much for what Mr. Praise's family gave us. May the kindness of Mr. Praise be recompensed from the Almighty."

"Aamiin, Yes Robbal'alamin." Everyone present answered.

"So this time the event can be said to be finished with the agreement of both parties, njih. No one wants to run anymore, huh? No one wants to talk about it anymore, right?" Once again, Mr. Kades turned to both sides of the family, then after getting the answer yes, Mr. Kades immediately took a stand to close the afternoon event ahead of this afternoon.

"Jih, anyways time is almost Ashar and dalem njih dereng ngrumput, stomach njih sampun sawetawis luwe, event dikuro dikangkasi sekap semanten efficient. Both sides agreed, seserkan njih sampun dalem tampi kanti ragpang loose, wontenipun family Pak Prasetyo ngaturaken matur sembah nuwun, mugi sedoyo pinaringan bersa saking Ingkang Moho Kuaos, Allah SWT." Mr. Kades took a deep breath, confirming the folds of his legs sitting cross-legged.

"Sweep, efficient semanten, wonten kirang langkung anggenipun paring suguh, aruh, lan palenggahan, your father Pak Prasetyo a family ngaturaken nyuwun agungin kepisih, nyuwun pangapunten, Wasalamualaikum warohmatulahi wabarokatuh."

"Alhamdulilbornabbil'alamin," welcome them all at once.

Lestari stood up and stepped towards the parogo who served for the dishes. Lestari whispers. "Where did Mrs Kasun, who went to the restaurant?"

"Already, Mom. It's being arranged on the table. But there's no buffet container, so use the potluck bowls." Ms. Kasun, Ms. Kades all frantically prepared additional menus so that their dishes were more varied.

Nanda himself has been busy helping the kitchen to prepare dishes. There was no reason for him to sit in the bale, because he already knew everything.

Initially only a simple menu ala village prepared, such as chicken shavings, grilled fish, satay, soto, and gulai goat. Just now, Nanda suggested that added rawon and pecel. Ma'am Michelle likes rawon and Mas Yan likes pecels and dried shrimp peyek.

"Enak has Nanda's rich wife, Yan! Cold but fun. I love seeing Nuga rich baby in front of Nanda." Michelle commented.

Yan agreed. Nuga must have a much more fierce handler, the judges do not know the place, the cold is extraordinary, and do not forget, Nanda seems to be selling expensive at all Nuga. That's good, so that Nuga has a great effort to conquer Nanda. Nuga is lazy to a lazy woman, only the woman who rejects him will be pursued. Nanda.

Inside, Pras had the opportunity to talk close and disguised by the noise of the room. Some guests have gone from sitting to the side of the house that is commonly used for car garages. The place was arranged in such a way, given chairs and buffet tables, as a place to eat dishes.

"Mas .. I don't feel good, same Mas Puji. Rich again gelontor taste." Pras flushed a little bit of his face. "I have no preparation, I think it's just a friendship. So I just prepared anointing of the spines, just now."

Praise Ananta smiled as he patted Pras on the shoulder. "This is my gratitude to you, Pras. Finally we become besan, despite the many shortcomings of my son. Nuga iku duda old, his son one, uh, Nanda who is still a girl wants to marry him. Less grateful am I as his parents? This is just to relieve, so that what the reception will run smoothly. It's to, don't think."

"Praise the delay if it is low. Nanda is a village girl, no good. Mas Nuga is a smart and respected person, so my son is the one who rose?" Pras was finally able to melt the awkwardness of his heart.

"Come, Mas. Monggo owned it's Nanda's mother's cooking. Sorry if it's not good, because he's not good at cooking." Pras took Praise to the dining table.

"I even want to go to the kitchen and make sambel tempe kok. Mandatory food first, which makes me miss here." Puji invited Pras out to accompany him while reminiscing. "Remember, did you bring me rice secretly to a rice field or coffee garden? Bring chicken or fish to it if you see me eating rice like sambel tempe made symbok?"

Pras laughed remembering that time. "Mas don't remember that time. I'm so embarrassed, yo."

"That's a memory, Pras. It must be remembered, so that we can continue to be grateful." Praise smiling towards Pras. "Oh, yes ..in two months, I'm with Nuga's mother to umroh. You come along, yo .. take your wife. You'll have the terms ready, let me handle it later."

Pras until he stopped hearing the call of Praise. It was as easy as going across the bridge. Here, umroh can touch the number 40 millions, what there can be cheaper? Pras is not incapable, but there is no chance. In addition to the event, his mother was not ready to leave. If left behind, surely nagging continues, let alone no friends at home.

Praise frowning. "Think opo? Wes, let's go! If it's about Madam Padma, then you can come or be left at my house. There's Nanda looking after. Let our healing add to the reward, rather than sin .. mending umroh, right?"

"But Mas—"

"Well! Pantoke missile! There's no buts!" Praise pulling Pras' shoulder and taking him out. "You're rich my own brother, Pras. Don't worry about mas e dewe. Prepare the requirements, I will bring you home. This Abis I want to go to the tomb of Simbok and Father. I did not go there for years. Like them I'm."

Silent PRAS. Maybe he should have listened to Lestari. It's nothing, she's embarrassed to death after what her mother used to do to Puji.

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