All About You
Day LEGIT!!

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Sofia confirmed her son's appearance for the whole time. Checking suits, ties, hair and shoes. Nothing escaped his examination, so he was convinced that Dimitri's performance was excellent that day.

"You've been neat, and handsome" he said, for how many times.

"I know, mama has said it dozens of times." the son smiled.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Okay, it looks like mom forgot."

"Okay, son, are you ready?" Satria appeared later.

"Yes, uh."

"Listen, after this you will be responsible for one's life, be a strong backbone, a solid backrest, and a refuge in which he takes shelter. Make yourself very worthy of it, so that his parents are not disappointed to have handed their daughter to you" said Satria.

Dimitri nodded his head.

"And the rest, you know what to do yourself." Satria chuckled while patting her son's shoulder.

"Yes, all right, fine." Dimitripun laughed.

"Oh, .. My dear son." Sofia tightly embraced her son's shoulders. "You just graduated college, and today you're getting married" she said.

"May always be happy, son." she started crying.

"OK Mom. Don't cry anymore, make up will wear off." Dimitri quickly hugged his gray hair.

"Ah, .. is also true. She's been three times mama's touched up for crying you." she wiped the tears with her fingertips. Then they laugh.

"Hurry up, bad boy! jagan wasted 14 hours of my Russian arrival late for your wedding!" Nikolai exclaimed from the first floor, as he had just seen his first grandson appear.

"Well, the old man, make a morning that is usually noisier." muttered Dimitri who went down the stairs with his parents.

Hari and Lita are ready, so is Arfan and his wife's son. Amara even dressed up as best she could to wear a uniform with her mother and grandmother. Not to forget also with children who wear the same uniform.

Dimitri smiled at him, and he replied with the same smile.

"His wedding?" Dimitri turned to Satria.

"It's on its way with Andra."

"okay."

Then they rushed to the hotel where the wedding was held.

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Angga really can't hide his feelings. Her crying suddenly broke as soon as the bride was finished in the dress up.

Some people had to calm her down all the way from home to the hotel until her crying stopped by itself.

Everyone had been waiting, and attention was certainly on the newly arrived bride. Rania who wore semi-modern kebaya ivory white, and batik cloth as her subordinate, with sunda bridal makeup in general. Jasmine flowers adorn the bun and siger as the complement.

He walked with his father who did not let go of his hand.

And there he is, Dimitri with his best performance, waiting in front is ready with Satria, Arfan and penghulu. Staring palpitates towards the girl who will soon change status to his wife. His chest was pounding, and his heart was bursting happily. She smiles.

Rania too. Who try as quietly as possible. He was so nervous that he felt like vomiting, but he froze to stay in control. Strengthen yourself with the tight grasp of the father.

Angga delivered it to the front, followed by several family members. The king, and Sagara, and Galang, also widened their eyes as they found a familiar face among the guests present.

Amara, who was as shocked as she was.

"After this, he'll be your responsibility. I hope you take better care of her" Angga said, handing her daughter over to Dimitri.

The man nodded, then grabbed Rania's hand and led her to sit next to him.

"You are beautiful." the man whispered, only to be answered with a smile by the girl.

There were not many processions or pleasantries, only a few speeches and prayers from the forerunner, which lasted not too long. Just giving advice and guidance to both brides to be able to live their wedding days well.

"Sorry, before. What's her dowry?" the ruler asked.

"Just a minute" said Satria, then made a phone call to Andra's mobile number.

And the next few minutes heard the roar of the engine approaching outside the hotel. Everyone turned their attention back, and none of them were not surprised.

A new sports car arrives and is parked in front of the hotel building before the deal. The Bugatti Chiron is as red as Rania wanted it to be.

"What?" Rania stared in disbelief, then turned to her future husband who only smiled in silence.

Andra walked into the reception room in quiet steps, then placed the car keys on the table.

"It can start sir." He said, who then retreated to near Angga, his friend.

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"Dimitri Alexei Nikolai, I Marry And control you with my daughter, "the voice of Angga is choked, then he took a deep breath to neutralize the tightness in the chest. "Rania Khaira Yudistira Binti Anggara Yudistira with dowry of one unit Bugatti Chiron, cash."

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Rania Khaira Yudistira Binti Baoak Anggara Yudistira with the dowry, then." Dimitri said smoothly and loudly.

"Lawful testimony?"

"AH!!!" then everyone cheered and clapped, feeling the same happiness as the couple who had just legitimately become husband and wife.

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All the main processions are well attended, including the blue sungkeman event. Especially for Angga who again had to be calmed by the Maharani several times. Realizing now his responsibility towards their firstborn child has been completely released.

Inevitably, willingly unwillingly, he had to let go. Because it should be.

"We heard that your meeting was both very unique?" a reporter asked, during the interview session they requested. The marriage certainly attracted attention given Dimitri's position as the next heir to the Nikolai Group, and Rania as a rising national rider.

"Yes, that's quite strange." Dimitri replied, with a smile always on his lips, repeatedly glancing at Rania to make sure of her condition.

"Can you tell me a little?" ask the other reporters.

"Well, .. it was just a regular traffic event on the road, when we were about to collide." Dimitri recalled the first time they met.

"After that?"

"next?"

"Yes, .. Everything just flows. To this day it happens."

"Does this marriage have anything to do with racing?" another reporter asked me another question.

"You mean?"

"To secure Rania's position as a racer, and tie her to remain at Nikolai Automotive?"

"Actually it has nothing to do as well, but if you assume like that yes. But I'm saying no."

"Okay, the interview's enough." Andra stepped up to end the session.

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"Sister Galang?"

"Pregnant?"

The two met when Galang stepped off the stage after taking a photo session with the bride, also say goodbye to Rania for having to attend the final of the tournament.

"I guess we're in the same wedding?" said Galang, who walked over. I don't know why he suddenly felt relieved. Knowing that there are friends who were present at the event.

"So Dimitri's your Om?"

"Yes. And Rania is sister?"

"Hmmm..." Galang nodded his head.

They both fell silent, but then laughed at the same time.

"A funny one?" they moved away from the frenzy of the party, which was increasingly crowded by invited guests from both sides. Plus the music that echoes accompanies the party that day.

"Yes." Yeah."

"After this more convinced, if we also have to try to be happy." continued Galang.

"Hm...

"Are you all right?" he looked at Amara's face.

"Yes, brother."

"Good enough."

"How are you?"

"It has to be good."

"Yes."

"Oh yeah, I'm happy with Rania, I have to go now." I saw the clock on his phone screen.

"Where are you going?"

"Final tournament."

"What tournament?"

"Moto cross."

"Where?"

"Zor."

"Now?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So, not in the final? how do I not know?"

"Yes, I didn't talk."

"And now you want to go?"

"Yes. First huh?" the young man stayed away.

"I can come?" Amara ran after him.

"What-what?"

"I want to come with you, can I?"

"But the show is not finished yet."

"I want to go."

Galang.

"Please, I'm leaving. I'm coming with." Amara with her teary eyes, made the young man in front of her feel unbearable.

"Wouldn't your parents have gotten rid of it?"

"They are busy. I won't even think of me."

"But...

"I beg you!" the girl cupped her hands together in front of her face.

"Ara, .

"Please, I won't bother you. I must have been put on the spectator bench. I will not trouble my sister. Please." he said again.

"Ck! yaudah. ..ayo spit." the young man finally relented as well.

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Seriate

hehe, hopefully can up one more but send the gift first a lot.okay?

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