The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
*Boncabe, Uh, Bonchap!*

Julian walked over with some food in his hand. He had just picked up those things at the food stand provided. Scheduled some to Grisa who was sitting not far from the food stand.

"I chose the delicious. Spend, yes, honey!" Julian laughed a little.

Grisa looked at the man standing before her, sharp.

"Malgoshen!" said it.

"Well, you said, I was your girlfriend. Calling the same girlfriend's own time, can't."

Grisa grunted, throwing away the real sense of carelessness that was engulfing at this moment. However, Julian instead continued to laugh beside him. Sobbled.

"Yes, it's okay, if you want to be my girlfriend. But I feel offended, you know. My pride as a man, shaken. A girl's time as pretty as you, who confessed it first." Julian spoke after chewing the food he had brought earlier.

Grisa looked back at Julian, with an annoyed look. Shame still lingered on his heart.

"Don't go on, Gris! The danger!"

"Why?"

"Fear you can't sleep well, night!"

"Ohahhhh!" Gris exclaimed, then fed the food to his mouth.

Actually, Julian's heartbeat, right now, feels just like he's after a run. The word joke, he used to cover up feelings. In fact, the man had fallen in love at first sight to the girl sitting next to him. The uniqueness and the way Grisa behaves, really draws her further.

"Really, Gris! I want to be your real girlfriend, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

There was a sound of Grisa coughing from next to Julian.

"Silly!" Grisa smiled after her cough subsided.

"I know, after seeing your expression looking at the groom, Gris. That's really uncomfortable, isn't it? That's the guy who made you cry a while ago, right?"

"Not ... not him, really!"

Grisa lowered her head, trying to manage all her emotions at the moment. He did not want, on Zayan's happy day, to look sad, to shed tears.

"Your face, your eyes, your guts, describe everything, Gris! I also don't mind if I'm just a runaway right now. No problem, really!"

"Already, Lian. I beg! I'm sorry my words were so outrageous. Yes, I just wanted to prove to Mas Zay that I could have someone else. But, I'm ...." Grisa's voice stuck in her throat, she stopped talking.

Julian stretched out his hand, clasping Grisa's hand.

"I'm sorry, I. You can wear me as you like, so whatever. But I don't want, a girl as beautiful as you, to cry for things that really don't need to be weeded out. I want to make you really comfortable with me."

Grisa looked at Julian with her teary eyes.

"Absolutely, you don't have a girl? A boyfriend? A lover? Wife? It's impossible with your face like that ...."

Julian shook his head.

"What's? I'm a handsome guy, right? So, just be my girlfriend!"

Grisa laughed a little, then nodded.

Yumna looked at Grisa from a distance, smiling. Meanwhile, Karman stood by his side, astonished.

"You're not going to, Dek? Dewe's smiles, no rhyming!"

Yumna pointed towards Grisa with her head gesture.

"Actually, I'm worried about that woman, Beb. But, after seeing that he could smile with other men, I was relieved."

"Why indeed?"

"His brother, the ex-husband of the first Mbak Sha to die, is just like me. Then destiny, leads him to meet Mas Zay. Even though he didn't talk, I know he harbors feelings for Mas Zay. Women can sometimes understand the feelings of other women. From the way he looked and acted in front of Mas Zay."

"Uluh-uluuhh! My darling, this Yuyum, is really kind and understanding. Everyone's worried, you know!" Karman pinches both of Yumna's cheeks, Anxious.

Yumna shook Karman's hand, then walked away.

"Eh, uh, I'm sorry, honey, Beb, my Yuyum Deck is a caem! Don't be angry dong! Where are you going, anyway?"

Karman is drawn to follow Yumna in the back.

"Find the meatballs at the food stand, laper!"

"Say, dong, daritadi! You can take it!"

Yumna stopped, then took Karman's arm.

"Don't take it together, yuk!"

Meanwhile, Sri and Zulkifli, who had just finished taking pictures with the two brides, got off the leash. After the two of them chatted for a while with Mesha and Zayan. Congratulate and pray for the bride and groom.

"I'm relieved, it's finally all a happy ending, sir," Sri told her husband.

"Same, Mom. May all be well and lasting."

Sri assures the words of Zulkifli.

Elsewhere, Arsyanendra stood with wet eyes. He was happy, but on the other hand, he remembered his friend from another realm who had disappeared.

"I know you're watching this from where you are now. Your rest means a lot to them, too. Our job as parents, is done, isn't it?" Arsyanendra. The old man understood, the omen of the instant rain mixed with the wind earlier.

"Bahkung, let's take a photo of Zay and Zay's wife!"

Hearing the voice of the grandson from behind, Arsyanendra quickly wiped the tears that had already welled up in the corner of his eyes.

"Ah, yes, yes! Come on!"

Zayan knows exactly what his grandfather is feeling, right now. He smiled, leading the old man. Then, try to console Arsyanendra with his words.

Until the afternoon, the event went smoothly and smoothly without a hitch. Although it had rained a storm for a moment, before. Everyone present, looked happy and enjoyed the treat.

But outside the tarup, just under the big tree. An old woman in black stood up, looking annoyed at the event. He repeatedly pulled his messy hair and began to whiten. Sometimes, he coughed. Then close the knit scarf that has been seen clumsy on his neck.

"ah! They all suck! Why didn't anyone take me? I'm going to party, too!" the cerocosnya, while scratching the bark of the tree where sheltered with long nails that are not maintained.

Moments later, a dark-colored car stopped in front of the middle-aged woman. Some in uniform, got out of the vehicle.

"Mom, come, Mom! Come with us." A young woman was holding the old man.

"Don't want to, won't! I'm going to the party!"

"Yes, Mom. Ja. Come with me, I'll take you to the party."

"really? Don't you lie to me, you!"

A man in a uniform reading "Social Dinas" approached, helping his co-worker, persuading the middle-aged woman.

"Here do we take to the doctor first or directly to our place?" ask the man.

"To the doctor first, all checked his health, and others."

"All right."

A few minutes later, the group managed to get their target into the car.

"Is there a close family that knows this mother?" ask the uniformed woman, to her co-workers.

"Looks not. He's a kara."

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