The Story About Us
Go get it with Him

Ten days before the wedding of Parto and Shela. both families are preoccupied with the ulem tradition or give news to relatives and neighbors to come and participate in the happiness they feel.

Why not use an invitation? Written invitations also exist, but the ulem tradition already exists and their generations do to keep the friendship in order to stay awake.

"Mas To. I'll wear red kebaya what white?" Tanya Beautiful excited.

"But pink is good too? I'm confused.." Currently Beautiful is choosing clothes in the store with her mother and sister. Parto lazily responded to all the Beautiful questions that were like that express train.

"You wear this Ijo. Goody. Like the queen of the south coast!" Parto picked up a bright green shirt with a rather old model. He threw it in the direction of Beautiful.

"Mommy. Look mom, when I was told to wear this shirt! What costume party! What a bummer!!" Returns clothes to their original place.

"Yes just say. if Shela who told me to wear clothes was about what not to." Mother cute, more focused on the clothes lined up neatly in front of him.

Want to get married for gini ribet huh

Parto checked her phone, deserted! There's no notification of any kind. Even providers are lazy to send him messages. Killing boredom while waiting for her mother and sister to shop, she took the initiative to send a message to Shela.

Parto: Assalamualaikum, Japan,

One minute, five minutes, up to ten minutes waiting for his message has not been answered by Shela. Not even read.

This is what people do, you know, busy what how. nyampe not sepet hold hp.

Thought Parto put her phone back in her pants pocket.

"Mas let's go home! Called from earlier! What the hell is it?" Beautiful little screaming.

"When you call him? Come on, where do you want to take home?" Parto dizzy looking for groceries mother and sister.

"That's. Everything take you yes, mom is just as beautiful still want to shop to the market!"

"Sir.this has been a lot of you, still want to shop what else?" Parto shook her head when arranging her mother and sister's groceries to the motorbike.

"Where do you know! It was all brought home first. Let no one miss." Mom walked away with Indah. Leaving him who was silent without a word.

Busy composing things, Parto was startled by claps on his shoulders.

"Mas Parto," Call someone she seems familiar with.

"Eh.. Lin, how are you?" Stop the activity of transporting goods to the motorbike.

"Alhamdulillah good mas.. Do you shop a lot?" Ralina looked at Parto's groceries.

"It's got equally lovely mom. Do you want to shop too?" Parto was confused as to what.

"So take the invitation..."

Continuing to chat with the dawet ice pesen who was hanging out in front of the clothing store where Parto, Indah and Mommy were shopping earlier.

"Drink Lin, you're not in a hurry, are you?" Parto handed a glass of ice to Ralina.

"Thank you, sir." Ralina receives ice from Parto.

"It's still a long time, three months away. And I'm not in a hurry. Mas Parto said he also wanted to marry his girlfriend, right?" Ralina asked.

"Yes. You know from Mr Agus?" The conversation is getting interesting to them.

Ralina nodded. Stirring up the dawet ice plan he was holding. Like thinking of something.

"Why Lin? You didn't invite. Maybe the invitation has not been given to you. I'm going to take it to Agus."

"It's not mas.. like really cepet mas To know-know want to marry.. courtship with girls has been a long time huh?" The question is that?! Hmmmmmmm.

"Udah. His name is Lin's soul mate, you're even more gercep than me. When the courtship kok know-know already proposed to your prospective husband, immediately invited to marry again," Parto smiled.

"Wait until you're not possible." Looking seriously at Parto.

"Ehh.." Parto was somewhat surprised by Ralina's reply.

"Your flirting makes me suddenly migraine Lin hahaha." Parto's laughter disappeared when she heard her phone ring.

The shela. His future wife called, without Parto knowing the middle Shela there are a few meters from the distance she nyendol dreaded with Ralina.

Parto picked up her phone.

Parto: Assalamualaikum, yes La.

Across there gave no answer.

Parto: Hello. My future wife, the future mother of my children, with my greetings, right?

Shela: Hello! New candidate! If you don't leave your seat now, your candidate could be your ex!

Instantly Parto combed in all directions. Seeking the existence of the owner of his heart. Realizing something if Shela was watching him, she did not want to make the caller more lashy, Parto immediately stood up and a little away from the place was nyendol with Ralina.

Parto: Don't worry about talking. You where?

Shela: You used to say I was in your heart, now ask me where? I'm working on his snoring!

Stingy. The call sign is in a bad mood. Parto looked at the figure, a figure wearing a knit cardigan, sitting on his motorbike, holding the phone he still had placed in his ear.

Parto immediately approached Shela without caring about Ralina who was still confused by what was really happening. But, Ralina noticed all of Parto's movements. Until finally he knew that there was someone who had noticed himself and Parto nyendol dawet in front of the store.