Married to Janda Kembang
The Day Arrives

Because it no longer has time, Andre also planted gas to head toward Melati's house. The streets are still not too crowded, facilitate their journey, to be able to get to the house Melati quickly.

Along the way, they can only be anxious, because they are worried if they do not have time to come earlier, than the wedding of Melati.

Marvel has bitten a finger, because it has been 2 hours, they still have not reached Melati's house.

“Why haven't we arrived yet, anyway? 2 Hours ago, you know!” marvel protest, making Andre look at him flatly.

“Where to cepet sampe? You ‘ask to clubbing away from Melati's house!” his grunts, made Marvel look at him in a daze.

The effects of alcohol are still felt, making Marvel confused to hear Andre's remarks.

“Hah?” muttering Marvel, Andre sighed harshly.

“Udah, don't protest much! A little more bye, kok!” said Andre, making Marvel look at him with an increasingly astonished view.

They immediately headed towards Melati's house, to carry out Andre's strange plan.

Meanwhile, there all the preparations to hold the event, it was ready. Melati is also ready to apply makeup, because it takes a long time to get maximum results.

Although Melati is a widow, but Mr. Sodik wants a festive party. He even asked the fairies, to decorate Melati with the maximum.

Already since 4 am, they have stayed on their respective duties. There are those who decorate the room, prepare the altar, arrange food containers for buffets, and so forth.

Neighbors have also started to arrive, to help prepare food, which will be served as a buffet later.

They came in droves, because they were very excited to help Mr. Sodik.

Already since this morning, Melati can not dispel the feeling of sadness. Although he was willing to reveal his face, but his heart refused to do all that.

Now, she looked at her face in the mirror before her, feeling very foreign to the thick makeup she wore on her face.

The heavy decoration of the siger also makes Melati stiff, because only this time he wears a siger like this.

‘Siger is too heavy. Make dizzy head aja,’ Inner Melati, while trying to justify the siger he wears on his head.

“Mel,” call someone who turns out to be Mr. Melati.

Looking at them from the mirror, trying to smile in front of them, even though he was holding back feelings of sadness mixed with annoyance.

Not annoyed with them, but annoyed with the circumstances that have forced him to do things he does not want.

“Aready?” mother asked, placing both hands, on both sides of Melati's shoulders.

Melati sighed deeply, trying to find her willingness to marry a man, whom she did not love at all.

Melati turned her head towards them, while nodding small and trying to smile before them.

“Excuse me Yes, Melati. Mr. indirectly has sold you, to people you do not love at all,” said Mr. with sadness, making Melati feel touched to hear it.

Melati's tears instantly pooled back at her pelupuk. He felt the doubt reappear, making him feel restless and worried.