
The man in charge of hosting the show said, "How, is the bride ready to throw the bouquet?"
"Ready, dong!" sahut Queensha and Ghani almost simultaneously. The bridegroom in a black tuxedo, a bow tie so ready to accompany his wife, stood next to Queensha faithfully.
Then the MC spoke again through the loudspeaker. "The guests, are you ready?"
"Ready!"
"alright. Get ready in each position because in the count of three, the bride will throw her bouquet of flowers. One ... two .. ti .. ga ...."
Just at the count of three Queensha throws a bouquet of flowers in the hand of a hand towards the invited guests standing under the guarantee. In her back, Queensha throws her as far away as possible and in her heart prays that the person who gets her bouquet will soon follow her to the guarantee. Whoever he is, Queensha hopes happiness will come.
"So, that bouquet of flowers is mine!" leon shouted in the crowd. Ghani's friend who now serves as the head of the nation seems so enthusiastic, he even willingly put aside the pain on the shoulder due to hit by Gareng's men, in order to get a bouquet of flowers owned by Queensha. For the sake of his ideals to be able to step towards the altar of marriage, he was willing to do anything including nudge the shoulders of those around him who felt blocked his path.
As hard as Leon tried, but if God had intervened then he could do anything but sincerely accept His destiny. Even when the bouquet did not lead to him and actually fell in the hands of someone he knew very well, Leon could only look at the collection of white roses. Although there was a feeling of disappointment, but he tried to cover his chest.
Boisterous applause and the cries of the invited guests were heard filling the hotel ballroom as Queensha's bouquet of flowers landed in the burly hands of the oriental-faced man. Without any intention of following a tradition that felt unreasonable, he was lucky to get it.
"Wuah .. congratulations, Vier, you'll soon follow Ghani." One of his former High School friends who was none other than Ghani's High School friend also patted Zavier slowly. "Don't forget to invite me because I want to know which woman managed to conquer a playboy like lo."
"Definitely women have above-average patience until they are willing to marry you," another timpal accompanied by a slow snick. The two handsome men were thrilled to tease Zavier, the Dragon cap playboy who loved changing girlfriends during school.
Zavier snorted in annoyance. "Much of your talk! Move aside, you're both blocking my way!" He walked to the table where his family was.
Meanwhile, Ghani smiled faintly and even so faintly that no one realized that the two corners of his lips were pulled upwards. He was happy because the bouquet stopped right at the hands of his twin sister. That way the hope of both parents to be able to get a second daughter-in-law in the family of Wijaya Kusuma will soon be realized.
"Mas, that bouquet of flowers ...."
"Among the three of us, only Zavier has not sold out. My second sister is currently pregnant with a third child, while my beautiful wife is soon pregnant with my second child. So, I hope Zavier catches up with me and Zahira goes up to the underwriting."
Zavier stepped towards his parents with a gurgle of anger emanating clearly in the look in his eyes. Especially when the annoying smile comes from his aunt, om and youngest sister Shakeela, the anger in the man becomes even more so.
"Nyesel I follow Shakeela's will. If this is the case, surely Aunty Rini is getting excited to persuade Mother to find a wife for me."
Only a few meters away, Zavier's footsteps stopped instantly. He was quite surprised by the appearance of Leon in front of him. Leon's two hands stretched out to the right and left.
"Where are you going, hem? I found the flowers blurred so much. You should say thank you to Sister-in-law for throwing the bouquet right at you. Uh, instead of thanking me. Basic sister-in-law akhlakless!" chirp Leon without ever filtering his sentences. He was used to saying that to Zavier and Ghani's first brother was not at all offended by the man's words.
"Why do you want this bouquet of flowers? Take it, I don't need it either." Zavier handed a bouquet of white roses from his hand to Leon's. However, Leon immediately brushed off the hand of his best friend's sister.
"Sorry, since childhood I have not been taught to take away what belongs to others. I wanted the bouquet, but I took it from someone else. Especially if it is held. Hii, if the germs and bacteria on my hands move into my hands, what? I don't want to get sick because I contracted a disease from you."
"Gue plays an important role in the hospital or in other words is an important person there. There is a lot of work to be done in the hospital. Patients came to ask me to operate on them, but if suppose I am sick and can not help them, how? Poor thing, right, if they have to swallow the disappointment pill. Therefore, to prevent the transmission of disease between us, you save the flowers well. I just looked at him from far away."
"Crazy basic! Know you do not want to accept this flower mending I just go from earlier." Zavier nudged Leon to get the man out of his sight. Then he resumed his steps toward his family.
On the other hand, Lulu looks grim face because it did not manage to get a bouquet of flowers given Queensha. Stepping gontai near the long table with on it there are many drinks and delicious food provided specifically for invited guests. The woman's hand was stretched forward to grab a glass of orange juice, at the same time apparently a man was about to reach for the same glass.
Lulu's reflex raised her hand back up and turned her head towards the man. His round eyes were perfectly wide when he saw who the man next to him was.
"Sir Rama? What are you doing here?" asked Lulu a little surprised at the presence of Rama in the middle of the party. He did not expect if his boss was willing to attend the wedding of the woman he loved. He thought Rama would not attend if he remembered his love was not avenged because Queensha chose to marry another man rather than love Rama.
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