Let Me Fall in Love
130. I'm For You

Ami stood a meter away in front of the ballroom door that was still closed. Friends only accompany from the exit of the waiting room to the front door of the ballroom. For the next beautiful girl who has legally become Madam Akbar it must walk alone. Waiting for instructions from two black uniformed WO crews who will open the door. Take a deep breath, slowly throw away. Can't be tense. You have to step with your head up and spread a smile.

A pair of ballroom doors are wide open. Friction of the violin began to sound chanting the tone of the song Bidadari Surgaku as Ami steps up slowly while holding a bouquet of flowers. The bride's face beamed while framing a sweet smile. A straight gaze focused on someone standing firm and dashing, was waiting at the end of the carpet.

Guests who stand on the left and right of the carpet, do not forget to capture the arrival of the bride who is now starting to pass with a smile. Ami's appearance managed to impress everyone. Because it is very beautiful and graceful in a modern Sundanese bridal kebaya with a rag that dangles its tail, slightly sweeps the floor.

Then the host gave instructions to Akbar to step forward, pick up his bride to meet at the midpoint of the green carpet. The meeting of the king and queen a day was not spared from the camera shots and recordings of the documentation team and from the guests. Especially when Ami kissed the back of Akbar's hand, and Akbar kissed Ami's forehead. Everyone gets carried away in a happy mood. Smile a spontaneous smile.

The age difference that is far apart is just a matter of numbers. By the time a pair of brides stood together in the pelaminan increasingly subtle age difference. Very-very harmonious. A beautiful and handsome aura emanated, a reflection of the heart that was like a flower garden filled with the wings of thousands of colorful butterflies.

The arrangement of the event runs smoothly from marriage contracts to sungkem events against parents who are filled with novelty. Now is the time for Sawer Panganten. A moment that was eagerly awaited by all the guests who began to rush forward, under the stage of the guarantee. Both parents of a couple of brides are ready to sprinkle saweran from the top of the pelaminan.

Ami and Akbar sit with a nice fence. Sitting back against the sewer scavengers who are increasingly pushing forward. Ami took a whisper before the supervisor sang the chatter of the accompanist saweran. "Sister, help mulung sawer kayak first. You have to make a lot of money this month."

Akbar chuckled softly. Being nostalgic also with memories of his past eager to join jostling sawer for the sake of Ami. He whispered back by bringing his head closer. "Udah mulung sawer first, Cutie. I'll give you in the room. I think it's enough to make five years' living."

The supervisor finished kicking a sunda that contained advice. Then a couple of brides were asked to throw the saweran first time. It was then continued by Mama Mila and Ibu Sekar, began throwing saweran in the form of banknotes rolled up and tied with chocolate mini chunky bar. Very very lively and quite orderly. Although full of hysterical screams while raising their hands to ask saweran directed them.

The time lag to the reception is filled with sessions of bridal photos. Here are photos with the families of both parties. Which was then connected with the family guests to congratulate.

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Ami and Akbar had already changed into second clothes when the reception started. Reception took place lively with many guests who snared up to the exit of the ballroom door. Luckily the officers were on standby to arrange order so that guests had to wait patiently in line to be able to shake hands towards the guarantee.

Zaky willingly allowed Mr. Bagja to be with Ms. Sekar in the guarantee as a parent. His job as a guardian is done. And he wants to freely move to and fro greeting the arrival of SMK time friends while joking with laughter. Sit in groups to separate. Small reunion.

"Why, baby. Achy huh?" Akbar turned his head after catching the movement of Ami who exhaled a rough breath.

Ami looked back and smiled grimacingly. "He em's. The guest is not exhausted yes," he said slowly mumpung pause time documentation officers are tidying up the line of people who want to take pictures. Are the retired friends of Mr. Bagja.

"Prophey, baby. I'll be incandescent." Bisik Akbar's. Which actually makes Ami's fur goosebumps with a face met with pink.

"Kia, where are you going?" Zaky who had just disbanded from his friends, passed Kia who was walking alone in the crowd of guests.

"Abis from the toilet, A."

"Can we have a little chat outside?"

"It's okay too, A. When will I get another chance like this. Although yaaa. I should know myself."

"Hey, Kia. How to fuck." Zaky flicked a finger in front of Kia's face which was staring blankly.

Kia grimaced her face and blushed in embarrassment. "Where are we going to talk?"

Kia followed Zaky's footsteps walking towards the exit. The excitement inside the ballroom changed the silence once it was outside. It is only natural because the ballroom is soundproof.

Zaky headed for a long sofa that was on the edge of the window glass. Kia chose to sit on the left end with her chest pounding and guessing. What is it about Zaky talking to four eyes.

"Kia, tomorrow I have to go back to Singapore. You.welcome to be a college kid. Really learn. Later if the fit to go home to the lake, play to Mother's house huh. Although there is no Ami. I'm gonna be happy."

"God willing, A. But is A Zaky happy that I'm going to Mom's house?"

"of course. You are like a sister to me. Kia also do not hesitate if you want to chat me. I could be a confiding friend and a discus friend."

Kia nodded with thin smiling lips. For the time being reminded. Considered only sister.

"Of all his friends Ami. Only Padma and Kia's name is most often Ami spill as the best best bestie if he again vent. That's why I treat Padma and you like my sister, too."

"If I'm considered a sister by A Zaky, can't I ask for something?" asked Kia to vent.

Zaky raised one eyebrow. What do you want?"

"How to call yourself not by 'I' but 'Aa'. That's how Aa is talking to Ami." Kia gave a smile with a blushed face.

"Oh, what do you want to ask for." Zaky chuckled while nodding a sign of agreement. "Okay, Kia. Aa just wants to talk about it anyway. Now to go to the mushola first is the time to be sublime. Do you want to pray now?"

"Now. Can we have a party, A?"

"Yuk." Zaky stood up first.

"Aa, once again thank you for helping me to get a scholarship from Adyatama group. The kindness of Aa and Ami will definitely not be forgotten." Kia said while in the elevator just by herself.

Zaky was silent for a moment without responding. "Aa can study in Singapore because of the main cost of Papi Krisna and the daily supplies of all the sisters-in-law. Thank God, there is always a way for people who are sincere and have good intentions and service to parents. His feedback, met with good people as well. So Kia, take advantage of the scholarship as best as possible by studying seriously huh. Kia got the scholarship not because of Aa or Ami. But because of Kia's service to the elderly. Aa sure of that."

Elevator door opens. Zaky turned his head because Kia was left behind and was shocked. "Lho, cry. Why?"

Kia chuckled between the sobbing and the busy backs of her hands wiping the corners of her eyes. "I was moved by Aa's words."

"Chain clamp elevator door." Zaky rubbed Kia's shoulder. Then continue the step towards the problem that is already visible in plain sight.

Maybe for Zaky rubbing Kia's shoulder is spontaneity that produces a sense of ordinary course. But for Kia, the touch of a burly hand caused a sigh. He re-touched his left shoulder while he was in the ablution. The warm instantaneous touch was still impregnating.

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Akbar clasped Ami's hand as soon as he left the reception location. The party is over at half-time. The time to go to the bridal room left the remaining guests in the ballroom enjoying a meal.

In front of the door of the bridal chamber was Leo standing waiting. He also handed over the key card to Akbar who had just arrived.

"Sister Leo, don't go in first?" ami asked as soon as she saw Leo was leaving.

"I was the referee, Mi?" often pranky rises on Leo's face.

"Ish, it's still noon. We're not going to do anything. Just want to pray." Elak Ami with blushed face.

"Trust me the same Ami. But don't believe her." Leo glanced at Akbar with the corner of an eye.

Which made Ami laugh giggling as Leo clenched his fists with bulging eyes. Who then walked away without saying goodbye.

Ami stared at the amazement of the spacious bridal room with romantic decorations. The carpet he stepped on was studded with red rose petals. The more you step closer to the bed, there is a red rose petal decoration in the shape of a heart. Spontaneously pinched as Akbar's two hands wrapped around his stomach, hugging from behind.

"Don't you like it, baby?" Akbar kissed Ami's right cheek from behind.

"So beautiful." Said Ami nervously because her body was spontaneously puffing. "Sister, I want to change clothes first, sultry. Where'd you stuff the suitcase?"

Akbar unraveled his embrace. "Our clothes are in the closet. Yes, we have quickly changed clothes and prayed first to the end. Where do I help you, baby?

"I tried it myself first. If you can't, you'll be told. Akbar went to the bathroom first." Ami headed for the dresser mirror.

Akbar casually disarmed his suit near Ami. Just leaving the pants attached. While his upper body was left plain. All of that can be seen Ami with the distraction from the mirror reflection.

A festive wedding party does not neglect a pair of brides from their obligation to practice prayer. Even though they have to be at the end of time. In the cool bridal room with air conditioning and fragrances of various flowers, Akbar became the priest for his beloved wife.

For the first time Akbar saw Ami without wearing a hijab. Black hair with a long shoulder beautifully seperated. Where the wife still looks shy when told to lie on her lap.

"Cutie, what do I mean to you?" Akbar stared fondly with fingers stroking the face of his eternal lover. It flows from the forehead to the lips. Things he wanted to do long ago.

Ami smiled a bit before answering. Rebahan on a soft bed with a pillow with Akbar thighs, feels very comfortable in addition to the constant whirring. Because he had never touched a man.

"You're like a hospital room that's needed when I'm stricken with malarindu disease."

"What room is it?" Akbar switched to grab Ami's hand which he then smelled friendly.

"The Room I See You. Hihih."

Akbar laughs. From the beginning was not sure if Ami's answer would be romantic. But that's why she fell in love with this girl and narcissist. The fluttering lips of ranum was smashed with anxiety. Making a red tinge rise on both of his wife's cheeks.

"I want to know too. What do I mean to you?" Ami turned the question around.

"You're the love of my life." said Akbar with a heavy voice and a gaze full of love and longing.

"Aihhh, can you just not pray, Ayang?" Ami was about to get up but her shoulder was held by Akbar. The one then brushed his nose and growled with anxiety.

Akbar shifted the seat until Ami's head pad was replaced with a pillow. He switched positions on Ami's body with both hands resting on both sides of his wife's shoulder.

Ami spontaneously closed her eyes as the chewy and warm lips began to sweep her cheeks. Perhaps Akbar could hear how the heart was passing because the two bodies were very tightly packed without a bulkhead. Just as he could feel a hard bulge pressing down on the core of his body.

"Don't hold your breath, baby." Akbar paused the lip kiss he had just done. There is pride in itself because the rigidity of acceptance of Ami indicates he was the first man to sip and sip the ranum lips.

"Enjoy and relax, baby." Akbar stroked Ami's hair child who dangled to the forehead. Once he gets a nod when he wants to start again, he does not waste time repeating with gentleness.

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"Cock alone, Bar. Where's ami?"

It was a welcome from Mama Mila who was astonished to see Akbar come to the restaurant alone. Currently the whole family will eat the afternoon before parting ways with the family of Ibu Sekar who will return to Ciamis.

"Sorry Ami can't follow. Ami slept for half an hour. I can't wake him up. It's so sapping." It was clearly Akbar who pulled the chair beside Papa Darwis.

"Yes, it's natural to be so. Mama can hide. Returning from Germany directly a long trip to Ciamis, continued to be held at the ceremony and wedding. Must be the accumulation now. It is actually not good to sleep after the acid. Yes, because of this emergency. Than Ami will be sick. Oh yes Bar, Ami will wake up, eat in the room. Don't be invited out. Let's rest in the room." Mama Mila repacked without pause.

"Yes, Ma." Sahut Akbar is short.

"Iko also cape denger Mama repet. So hungry. Yuk ah start eating." Iko Sahut. Who responded to smile from Mother Sekar and her family. No longer surprised by the nature of Mama Mila.

Rama just came by leading Rasya when the new meal began. He had just come home from taking his first child to the streets because he was whining looking for Ate Ami.

"Om Akbal, see Ate Ami?" asked Rasya who deliberately let go of Papa Rama's handrails and approached Akbar's chair.

"Oh...Where is Ami?" Akbar became confused. Do not let Rasya ask to sleep with Ami. Pimply.

"Ate Ami is leaving first. What's the matter Aa nyari Ate Ami?" Padma fishing rod that can guess Rasya's answer.

"Aa want bobo same Ate. Papa said, Ate bobonya will be in this hotel."

Sontak Akbar looked at Rama with a sharp look. And his cousin laughed.

Panji and Leo became the two people who dared to laugh the loudest when Rama asked softly to silence Rasya's wishes. Of course it was Akbar's flirtatious way of teasing that would start the first night.

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Akbar went into the room along with Ami who had just come out of the bathroom. Just washed your face. He opened his hands and hugged his wife.

"So, why not build it? I missed the dinner, right?" Said Ami while looking up. Just in the bathroom with glass. Feeling his lower lip slightly thick due to Akbar's frequent kiss attacks.

"Emang is not built intentionally. I can't bear to see the beautiful soy sauce. They understand. Papa and my family just got home." Akbar kissed Ami's forehead full of affection.

Shortly the sound of the door being knocked. Akbar did tell the employees to deliver special food for Ami.

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