Me And The Stars
Chapter 70 Happy Wedding Satya Una

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Do not be surprised and surprised by wonder yes, because the cover suddenly replace 😂 It was the party Nt 😅😅

And I did not realize my own novel 😭 Why from the black-orange-yellow gradation color even turned blue-pink-purple, know ah what color is 😀

"That's because the story of widows is the same duda thor!!!!." The sky from a distance.

*Pretend not to cry 😂😂😂

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*And many traces left behind 😍

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This Saturday morning we were very busy, preparing ourselves for the wedding event of Mr. Satya and Bunga at the residence of papa Darma.

And in the evening there will be a reception with 1000 invitations in the star hotel ballroom.

I just finished dressing up Star and Zoya. Switch to the dressing table looking for a comb and hair oil.

"Yeahya!" The cries of the stars deafen the ears. Baby Nath and Nair cry together.

"Bie... Don't be noisy!" Saying slowly. "Sisters on wake up all, son!" I immediately went up to the bed where both of them were put to sleep.

"Zoya grab the Star's hairband, ma!" whining.

I was still busy calming two babies who were still crying, positioning myself to be able to breastfeed both at once. "Huuft, bother!" my lament. But this is all my choice. I don't want to use the babysitter service. I want to take care of them myself.

"That Bi's hair is in the drawer in your closet. The color is just as dear!" This is how I overcame Zoya and Bintang, buying anything is always the same. If not, then the action will take place.

The star and Zoya go out of the room to pick up their hair tie. Just now they had a fight but in an instant instantly made up.

The twins were silent after the feeding. And my husband, who was so relaxed, just came out of the bathroom rubbing his hair in a towel.

"Mas, it can be a bit slow motionless. Replace mas, I'm not ready!" Mbak Dini who used to take care of Bintang and Zoya asked permission to return home because his father wanted to share the inheritance.

"Who told me to ask for a yes-yes. Misfortune right?" Anybody? Holy hooch! You can turn the facts around. I want to tie his lips with rubber.

Akhtar stood in front of the mirror. I don't know what he's doing. The star and Zoya enter the room. "Ma, our hair hasn't been combed?"

I put baby Nath and Nair who had started to calm down. Mas Akhtar approached, with his body already very fragrant beyond the fragrance of seven flowers.

"Baby twin, same dad. Mama wants to take care of your beautiful sister like a princess." And the twins responded by kicking the air. The two-month-old baby recognized her papa voice.

"It's good to play with papa."

I combed my two daughters' hair. Then wear thin makeup and immediately wear a hijab and colored gown in line with the dress of my two daughters and matching with the shirt of batik mas Akhtar and the twins.

We arrived at Papa Darma's house. Dad's car was behind us. The brothers welcome guests who come.

"Linkaang! Crazyaaa young mama!" Soraya's cousin Bunga stretched out his arms to me the moment I saw me pushing the stroller Nath and Nair. The blonde woman hugged me.

"How are you, Lin?"

"Okay, how are you. Long time in England hair so blonde huh!"

"Hahahaha.I'm totality in adapting, Lin!"

"Yes my. Which one is the star, which is Zoya?" He hasn't been home for four years. It's hard to distinguish between my daughters. These days, they are very similar to similar makeup.

"I am a Star."

"I am Zoya." The star and Zoya greeted by waving their hands.

"Look Lin, how funny your kids are at using English." He was amazed to hear only the word I am.

"Hi girl. I'm Soraya. Aunt Soraya." They are quickly familiar. After greeting my family, Soraya brought the two to meet the other family.

I went into the Flower Room. The white woman was already self-sufficient and she looked very beautiful.

He looked at me. "Sister."

"Finally, Na!" I hugged her. "Blessed darling. I love you."

"Thank you brother! The brother who was always there for me when I almost gave up" he said in a hoarse voice.

"Shhh. Don't cry, Na. Make up you can wear off." My canda.

"Waterproof brother!" she laughs.

"Lhoo! You were made up with wall paint?" Candi again. I purposely made a little joke just to reduce his tension and sadness.

"Yes, brother, so as not to moldy and mossy." She laughs.

We smile at each other without talking.

"Sister, isn't this to blame?" suddenly tanyanya.

"Nothing's wrong, Na."

"Fool, sustenance and death are arranged by Allah. How many times have you dodged, finally meeting Satya's sister, right?" my continue.

"I also initially had doubts about my relationship and Akhtar's. I thought about what people said. But, both of our parents approved. Papa Darma, mama Citra, the late om Bram and aunt Hana also approve. Trust me, a parent's blessing is enough for us to start a relationship." I held her shoulder.

"Welcome to a new life, Mother Una." I smiled at him. Mama Citra and Soraya went inside.

"Come, we're going down, baby." Take mama Citra.

"Ma, I want the two princesses" unfinished Bungan spoke, Star and Zoya went inside.

"Unaaaa Mother!" They hugged the flower. "Dear mother."

"Very beautiful" said Zoya.

"You guys are pretty too. Take mom to dad, yuk?"

"Like my mom, first?" Ask Stars.

"The flower nodded."

We brought flowers down. This event is only attended by close family. Until this living room contains not up to fifty people.

The flower sits next to Satya's sister. While I sat next to Akhtar and Aunt Hana. Baby Nath and Nair are in the care of Mama Riana and Sora who are sitting in the back row.

Papa Rendra and father are witnesses. While papa Darma sat in front of Kak Satya and was ready to shake his hand.

With a voice holding back tears, papa Darma finished saying the phrase ijab. Completed his duties as a father. Deliver the beloved princess to an ark. Where the responsibility is no longer with him.

My tears are dripping. Remembering a right that Zoya and Bintang could not get. Married by their biological father.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Ayana Darma Flower with a dowry of seven hundred million and a set of prayer tools paid for in cash." In one breath, Brother Satya uttered the word kabul. Make the beautiful woman next to her as a wife.

And when the witness says it is legitimate and the prayer is recited, sobs are put to each other. Mama Citra must be sad and happy for her daughter's marriage. And aunt Hana must also feel sadness, especially no more om Bram by her side.

Prayer is read. I hugged aunt Hana. "Satya's brother has got his happiness, Auntie."

"Yes Lin, the relieved aunt was finally able to watch her get married. Although her father-" aunt Hana was unable to continue her speech.

"Om Bram must be happy, tan. Om Bram is calm in heaven." I whispered. Mas Akhtar also stroked Aunt Hana's shoulder.

"Congratulations Sat. Finally the waiting period ends." said mas Akhtar when brother Satya regretted it.

"Together, Tar."

"And welcome to the proof." I said to the Flower.

"Prove that your love never plays around. Your love is never wrong." I continued.

"Surely sister" he said firmly.