Marrying the Father of My Foster Son
There Will Be Rainbows After Rainfall

Rama smiled widely to show a row of white and neat teeth. "Yes, Lu, it's me. Why, you're surprised, yeah, to see me here?" ask the man.

"A few days ago probably around H-7 Ijab kabul, someone came to the restaurant to deliver an invitation letter to me. When I opened it, it turned out that the invitation letter was given from Queensha and Pak Ghani. Feeling bad if I don't attend sacred and historic moments for them, I finally forced myself to come here even with a broken feeling, but I tried to sincerely accept all the fate of God."

Lulu was full of hearing that. He is deeply concerned about the fate of Rama today.

Getting married to someone we love is the hardest blow in life. Although Lulu has never experienced it, but she can feel the pain that Rama is suffering at this time. Moreover, having to see the woman standing together in the pelaminan, joking and laughing with a partner makes the heart hurt like slashed by a sharp knife.

"Parent Rama, yes. I'm sure someday you will be reunited with someone who truly loves you. A woman who can reciprocate your feelings, accept you as you are. Although this test is tough, but believe me there will be a rainbow after the rain falls soaking the earth." Lulu said wisely, trying to comfort Rama according to his ability.

Rama tried to smile even though it was very painful to see the woman he loved sitting with other men, even though he had already harbored feelings for Queensha, but it was Ghanilah who was lucky to get the woman.

"Thank you for comforting me. Sayan's mood slightly improved after talking to you. You are indeed a nice person to talk to, Lu." Rama praised Lulu sincerely, without having any intention. "If you have some free time, may I take you out to eat? Think of it as a thank you for comforting me."

"Of course I can. Let us know when and where we will eat together. I'm always ready 24 hours."

Then the two chuckle together. Rama's shoulders moved down and up even though Lulu's speech seemed crisp, for some reason he was quite entertained by the words of his men. He was also happy to see Rama smiling again as usual.

On the other hand, Zavier placed his bouquet of flowers for less than five minutes. He placed the bouquet of flowers on the table with a rough. "You're satisfied to see big brother being the center of everyone's attention? Because of you, brother became the material of Leon and my former schoolmate in high school first."

"Know this, I won't comply with your request, Dek. You make the brother a mockery of everyone," Zavier continued expressing his frustration to the youngest, Shakeela.

Zavier and Shakeela are like Tom and Jerry, who fight every time they are together. There was no time for them not to fight.

When Zavier was Shakeela's age, he never quarreled with Zahira, even though his twin sister was the same sex as Shakeela. However, for some reason his relationship with Zahira adem ayem. However, why with Shakeela there is always a fight between the two. Completely marvel.

"Zavier! It's not good to talk to your sister. Shakeela just wants the best for you so she's asking you to hang out there." Arumi tried to break up the quarrel between her second child and her youngest child. On this historic day he does not want anything small to ruin the happy atmosphere of Ghani and Queensha.

Rayyan glared at her youngest daughter sitting opposite her. His narrowed eyes widened perfectly making Shakeela terrified. "Shut up! This is Ghani's wedding, you should be able to maintain a good attitude, do not make a fuss that even makes the party fall apart. Dad won't let anyone ruin the course of this one month long planned party!" exclaimed the man with two octaves of his voice. Although instrumental music accompaniment flowed throughout the party, but everyone at the table where Rayyan sat, could hear the shrill threat sounding loud in the ears.

Suddenly everyone fell silent, shutting their mouths tightly. Of them, none of them dared to open their voices.

Quite a long moment of silence, Zavier finally made a sound. He was bored to be near the elders and nurhakim sister who he thought was very annoying.

"Everyone, excuse me for a second. Wanna grab a cake and a cold drink for a second." Then Zavier got up from his chair. He swung his feet towards the row of cold food and drinks provided on the table.

The atmosphere was quite crowded, the invited guests began to jostle for the dishes available on the table. Among the crowd, one of them was Zavier. The man took the red velvet and put it on the plate to find a quiet place to eat one of his favorite foods. However, while stepping Zavier accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder.

"Sorry, not intentionally," said Zavier. Luckily the plates and drinks in hand did not fall on the floor or dirty the clothes of the foreign woman.

The foreign-dressed woman said softly. "No problem. After all, I was also wrong for walking so incautiously that I bumped into you. Sorry, yeah."

"You're here apparently. I looked everywhere was here" Zahira told Hanna. Then his eyes turned to Zavier. "Second Brother what are you doing here?" As Zahira knew, his second brother was talking to his parents and in-laws. But why is it here?

"I was starving and my throat was thirsty so I took food and drink. You want?" Zavier thrust the cake plate and the drink glass up.

"No, thank you. I'm not eating cake." Realizing that he is not only alone with his brother, Zahira intends to introduce them both. "Hanna, meet me, she's my twin sister's name is Zavier. And Second Sister, meet her Hanna, my best friend and co-worker at the hospital."

Zahira stepped forward, standing next to the older brother. Because his height is limited to Zavier's ears make him tiptoe to balance his height. "Hanna this is jomlo, loh, sister. His character, temperament and nature are very good. Very in accordance with the criteria of the future son-in-law of Father and Mother," whispered the woman in the ear of Zavier.

Zavier's reflexes glared at Zahira's words. Not expecting her twin sister to use the opportunity to introduce her to someone.

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