Husband For Keara
Happy Day

🌹Harris House

"Harris.. Are you ready? In less than ten minutes we have to leave." exclaimed an old woman with a menor and sexy makeup from outside Harris's room. Martha's.

Yes, Aunt Martha from that night contacted Harris several times. He convinced his nephew to forgive him and accept him again. Aunt Martha had even dared to stay at Harris' house overnight, under the pretext of wanting to help with Harris' wedding preparations.

"Before a minute, aunt.." replied Harris with a slight raise of her voice.

The man was pecking himself in front of a large mirror on the walk in closet of his room. His face and jaw are hardened. Holding down his thundered heartbeat since he woke up this morning.

Today, the day he had been waiting for had finally arrived. His wedding day with Keara. The first and only love that ever inhabited his heart. He was very happy, so that fear would find failure in front of him, also joined his happiness. Makes his heart grow angry too.

Luckily it doesn't need to be dimake-up or self-decorated. Simply wear a wedding suit of Keara's choice, and follow the directions of the Wedding Organizer team. It uses its time after dawn to perform sunnah prayers. For the sake of getting peace of heart, which seems still not fully he got until now. Maybe eighty percent.

A fat old woman approached him. The woman was already wearing a silver-gray brocade dress and a color hijab matching with makeup that better displayed her beauty.

"Don't strain her face, Ris.." ledek the woman.

"Buk Da's.." Harris forced a stiff smile review on his face. This was really the first time he felt a nervous atmosphere envelop him without any gaps.

Yes, the old woman and the fat body that had accompanied Harris was Farida's mother. The mother of the late Rizky, his best friend. The woman who did not give birth to Harris, but she already considered her own mother. The woman who gave him the attention he did not receive from his biological mother.

"Once it's a maximum handsome, Ris... No need to keep reflecting.." Ms. Farida still continues to smile. He was moved by his adopted son who would again end his bachelor's time.

"Great Deg-degan Buk.." Harris stepped back and dropped his butt on the sofa chair without the backrest that was in the middle of the walk in closet.

Ms. Farida was sitting next to Harris. Patting the adult man's shoulder, in order to channel positive energy to encourage his son. "Because lucky to be able to get this handsome mother's child.."

"Buk Da this is again a stale base let me smile huh? I'm very lucky Buk.. Not only will I get a wife, but a new family.. Keara's mother and sister were very sincere and airy once accepted me.."

"You are a great man.. A strong boy. Your heart is kind and sincere.. Plus handsome and established bonuses. Which old man would dare to refuse you to become a son-in-law? Hm.. There aren't. Nonsense, as the children of today say.." Ms. Farida chuckled amusedly hearing her own chattering.

Harris smiled slightly widely. Miss Farida's words calmed her down a bit.

"Then, what about Keara's father..? I heard that his father K has returned after years of leaving his family.. Did he not question his future son-in-law?"

"Of course not Buk.. Nonsense.." replied Harris copying Ms. Farida's words. Then the two laughed together.

They both immediately went down. Meet the troupe who will take Harris to the marriage certificate. Harris not only can't wait to chant the words kabulu ijab, but he already misses his girl a lot. Over the past week, they followed the pingitan tradition. Which meant that they could not meet, even Keara refused to make a video call with her. Surely his misses are croaking.

Everyone was prepared with a good dress. All women wear a matching silver ash brucat dress, even with different models. While the men wear a black suit with small flowers in their pockets. Harris meticulous detail also prepared uniforms for his attendants.

The complete Rizky family was there. Ms. Farida and her husband. Adi and his wife. And Angga and Ica, Rizky's sisters. Aunt Martha and her ten-year-old daughter Stella were waiting for her in the living room.

Not to forget Harris' most loyal assistant, Aswin. And also Tiara. They also wear uniform. Bik Santi, Mr. Diman, all dressed well on his master's happy day. They were ready to take the prince to the beloved princess.

"Where's Bara?" harris asked, as soon as he left the house, the first person he looked for was his trusted thug.

"Boss has told him to stand by at the house of Mbak Keara." replied Aswin.

"Yes, right.."

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🌹 Keara House

The bride is still struggling with MUA in her room. Several times saw her face that had been conjured up like a queen last night. He wears a white kebaya with a circular siger decoration over his head. It's beautiful and beautiful.

Keara was no less tense with Harris. Countless times he had to go to the toilet because of stomach heartburn. Her face is beautiful and tiny until it must be reminded several times to smile by Angel.

Ocha walked into Keara's room after knocking on the door twice. He brought a tray of food and drinks for Keara.

"Whooa.. What a beautiful bride..!!" squealing Ocha with a stifled voice.

"If mas Harris saw this auto was immediately carried into the room again after kabul ijab.. Wekek.." Ocha chuckled amusedly as she placed the tray on the table near Keara.

"Is this how it feels, Cha? Very deg-degan..." Keara sat on the edge of her bed holding her chest. Afraid that his heart would jump out.

"Yee. Ugly or what the hell are you, K.. Where do I know laah.. I've never been married.." sloroh Ocha. Both of them were laughing at the same time. It was enough to comfort Keara to momentarily forget her tension.

"Feed first, bestie.. It will be hard if you want to fill your stomach.."

Keara just nodded.

Ocha exits the room. Leaving behind Keara who supposedly ate her breakfast quietly. Presumably the tense atmosphere that enveloped, also invited his hungry stomach.

Outside, his net was instantly rounded as soon as he saw the figure of the man who was shadowing his mind these few days. Steady figure with flat face. It makes him curious half to death. Ocha immediately ran over to the man.

"Bare Gas.." he said. The one who was called just looked and blinked.

"At first the Harris caravan has arrived? How come Bara's here..?" babble Ocha again. Later if you wait for Bara to return his greeting. Can-can finish the procession ijab kabul also will not be reciprocated.

"Yet. Still on the road." replied Bara briefly. He threw his eyes in all directions. Her brain has been set automatically to continue to be vigilant. It is impossible to waver just because of the greeting of a noisy girl like Ocha.

"Oh.."

"Keep Bara here already arrived first? Why not join the group..? Or maybe you can ask if they want to come? Keara is still eating.. If it's deket let me tell da......"

"Breng! There's always anji*ng troublemakers.." murmured Bara.

"What?" Ocha shakes withstanding the cries. Only this time he was cursed so harshly. Especially by the man he just met. 'Am I bothering him?' his inner.

"I'm sorry, it's not you I mean." Bara realized the girl in front of him was going to cry. He did not wait for Ocha's answer. With a quick step he headed to the end of the tent where he saw the 'anj*ing troublemaker.

Ocha turned to look towards Bara. He saw in front of there a girl dressed in sexy staggering clothes. The girl was drunk. 'uh? Is this half drunk?? Crazy one!!'

Ocha was even more wide-eyed when the nether was able to recognize the woman. A young artist whose career is mired in the bushes as a result of a scandal he made himself. Hanna Rosaline's.

"Mas Harris dear... You have made my career frenzied!! In return I will destroy your marriage. Haha...!!" he shouted with a hoarse voice and a shrill laugh typical of drunk people.

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Mas Harris: Oh my God Thoorr... Stay legitimate doang, pake given pebble stone everything thoor.. When do I keep nerkamnyaa??

Patience maasss... Wait for the vote Monday first..

Who want the condo also please prepare the flower sekebon 🌹 and coffee yaa ☕

For the sake of smooth procession pounced-piercing 😂🤣

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