When Love Comes And Goes
Episode 100's

Love is a word that can change a person to live more. It can also make someone worse off. In a dark room, without lights. A candle is precious.

Love carves a smile on everyone's lips, but it also wipes them away.

Like him, happiness clearly emanated in both of the brownish beads belonging to a woman inside a room. He was accompanied by another older woman.

"You happy, Chu?" ask Ambu while touching his son's hand. The old hand rubbed the surface of the skin of Mayang hands, while watching his face polished make-up.

"Alhamdulillah, Mayang happy, Ambu? You're happy too, aren't you?" Mayang asked back, staring at the foggy bead in front of him with a million flavors that he had.

"Mom always feels happy whenever you smile, laugh, and tell stories." Ambu smiled, her naughty little girl has grown up and is now getting married for the second time.

Mayang embraces the frail body of Ambu, shedding a sense of love that has no edges. The happiness he feels today, all of that will not be separated from the role of Ambu as his mother.

He took off a hug, a smile etched on both of their lips. Intermittent, the door of the room where Mayang is located is open. A middle-aged woman stepped in slowly. Smiling looking at the beautiful looking Mayang with a white kebaya wrap attached to his body.

He stood behind Mayang's chair, staring at the woman's reflection from the mirror. Rubbing Mayang's shoulders gently, he was one of the witnesses of how life Mayang full of struggle since childhood.

"You must be happy, Chu. I can only give you the best prayer. Don't forget to occasionally play to the village," he said slightly squeezed Mayang's shoulder.

"Aamiinu. Thanks, Mom. God willing, Mayang will not forget the same village of Mayang itself." Mayang touched the woman's hand on her shoulder. Smile when their eyes meet in the mirror.

"The meeting has already begun" whispered the woman who is none other than Mr. Tohir's wife. The three quietly listened, the loud voice of the uncle who was modest with the voice of the King when he said ijab and qabul, poured out into their thickets.

"How's witness? Right?"

"Well!"

"Well!"

"AH!"

A shout that his best friend, Tsabit, deliberately made so that Mayang could hear. The tears of happiness enveloped their hearts. The two women who were with Mayang hugged him, and kissed the woman's cheeks.

There is no perfect happiness, other than being able to gather with family in a room filled with smiles. Suddenly, the door opened wide. Risya and Zalfa ran into the room and hugged Mayang.

They took the bride to the place where the sacred event was held. Inside, the King and Ratna stood welcoming, accompanied by Mr. Tohir as the guardian of Mayang as well as Tsabit and his wife.

"Here we go!" tsabit whispered in the wife's ear. His grip strengthened on the hands of the woman he had married not long ago. Signs that Tsabit is also happy for his best friend's marriage.

"I want to see firsthand your friend" the wife whispered in Tsabit's ear.

The two put on a smile, waiting for the ballroom door to open. There Mayang, like a beautiful King's daughter with a modern kebaya also siger that adorns his head.

He flanked Ambu and Pak Tohir's wife, accompanied by Risya with Zalfa. The smiles of the two meet when they look at each other. Mayang looked down, hiding a red hue on his cheek.

"She's beautiful, tall. Not like other women with high standards. Like models on tv," Tsabit's wife whispered to her husband.

"He was a gym teacher at my school teaching. Martial arts, and other sports." Tsabit.

"Why laugh?" He pinched Tsabit's waistband.

"Udah's gone, baby. It is no longer a period of growth, but of production. We can produce quality children later."

The woman was swept away, especially when Tsabit's hand rubbed her stomach. Not only Mayang happy, but also a couple of husband and wife. They were waiting for a baby in their home.

The king reached out to Mayang, sitting at the assembly table to listen to the tsighat ta'liq recited by her husband.

Without them noticing, a pair of eyes paid attention to the course of the event. The bead that radiated the flames of vengeance was also an unparalleled hatred towards the bride there. He's Rani, who came sneaking into the show.

If Mamah does not forbid me to make trouble, I want this party destroyed. Unfortunately, I promised Mama.

His heart murmured wickedly, envy lodged into a lump of unraveling vengeance. Rani, it's far from the road that should have been taken. His heart was as hard as a rock, unable to take counsel except with a rebuke.

He looked at the envy of a pair of brides who were now in the guarantee. Carry out a series of customs that apply in the community of the country. Continue by welcoming the invited guests who come and change.

"You are beautiful" whispered the King in Mayang's ear. No matter everyone's gaze, he still stuck his lips on the woman's cheek.

"Shy, look at a lot of people." Mayang pinched the King's waist, like most women who like to reprimand with a pinch.

The king gawked while biting his lips, dropping his head on the mother's shoulder spoiled. Hugging that frail body, peeping her cheeks as well. As an outpouring of happiness that erupted in his heart.

Guests continue to arrive at the event venue, Ratna's colleagues are also the King even Risya's friends with family who are deliberately invited. The excitement of the wedding party, although impressed simple for the size of a businessman. However, for Mayang it was in accordance with his dreams.

"Saturday! Sorry, yes. I did not come when you were married," said Mayang when his best friend came to give a blessing.

"Ah, it's okay. Don't think about it, hopefully we all continue to be happy" said Tsabit while glancing at the King.

"Aamiin's."

The party continued into the night, more and more guests came. Mayang looks uncomfortable, achy feeling has slipped on both feet.

"Why?" whispered the King in his ear.

"Pegels. My legs are very tight," said Mayang trying not to touch his feet.

The king chuckled, inviting Mayang to sit at the temple. The festive party still continued, even continuing at the dance where almost all the invited guests came down to enliven it.

"You dance?" take the King out with a hand.

Mayang glanced at her own dress, like the princesses in a fairyland. Can she dance in a dress like that?

The king moved his fingers, asking Mayang to immediately welcome. Unable to resist, his hands stretched out and clung to the property of the husband. The two went down to the dance floor, joining the existing guests.

Drifting in happiness, Risya invites Zalfa to participate in the dance. Both of them looked happy, like a sister and sister. However, not for Rani, he locked himself in the room after returning from Mayang's party. Crying alone, lamenting his fate. The papah has not returned, not even news they found.