Rainbow In Someone's Cloud
Pdlas22. Pose photo

"Practice yourself tonight huh? I'm not a patient brother, plus I have a lot of problems. I don't want to say anything to people who get my emotions." Brother Ra put his hand in front of his body and passed away. 

When was I not accompanied? 

"Sister, come…." I lifted my dress up a little and walked quickly. 

Suddenly, I passed a large mirror. I was clearly visible from the mirror. All this time, I've been veiling. Where my forehead and eyebrows are still visible. My embarrassment grew, I remembered the moment Kaf suddenly entered my room. Not wearing a face mask, it feels like not getting dressed. Plus today I will be on display in front of a large family, it feels sure to be stared at with a disrespectful look. 

What if after today, I will ask Kaf for permission to replace my entire veil with a niqab? Yeah, where only my eyes can see. My forehead and eyebrows were tightly closed, with an extra cloth. Niqab is certainly different from the veil, if the veil is like a face mask, which covers the bottom of the eye down. 

That way I will feel safe to be seen by everyone, especially my husband's family later. There was a brother-in-law at Kaf's house, which I would definitely visit my in-laws' house a lot. 

"Sir, here!" ra was waiting for me. 

I made this white dress. "Yes, Brother." I hurried to walk up to him. 

"Sit here, the party wants to come. I said it."

Well, I'm starting to gag. I remembered my sister's second marriage contract, in which her husband kissed her in a row. Is Kaf gonna be like that? But Kaf knows I'm shy. I'd be so angry if he did so disrespectfully. I have no problem kissing my husband, but I don't like being kissed in front of people even though they're my family. 

"What color do you wear, sister?" I'm trying to shift my mind. 

"White color, right? Are you the same fittings as your mother-in-law, how the hell?!"

Oh my God, my brother insisted. 

Light music began, followed by groups who came into the building. I took a few steps back, then turned to the room. I'm scared, I deg-degan, I'm panicking. I think I just want to hide. 

"That, tuh…." Ra opened the door of the room, then Kaf's face appeared with an amused smile. 

"Why are you back?" He's laughing at me. 

So his entourage saw me coming in? Well, shame on me. 

"Sorry, shame." I covered my face with my hands, even though my face was covered. 

"Just be here, Dad. Cani was embarrassed to say." Kaf spoke to someone behind him. 

"His photographer? How are you?" Dad showed up, with Uncle Ghava too. 

Mr Ghava owns a music and video studio. Although the photographer was my own uncle, but I was ashamed of it. 

"That can be ashamed." Kaf walked in following the two men in front of him. 

"Picture, no video. It's a little long time to kiss his head, kaf." Dad approached me. 

"Yes, pray first." Kaf is in front of me. 

"Stand, Deck." Uncle Ghava is ready with his camera. 

Especially this? Why is marriage not enough? I would rather be told to cook rice immediately after the agreement, rather than taking pictures like this. 

Kaf prayed by rubbing my head, he seemed to know his prayer because my father did not guide him either. 

"Holding her cheek, kiss her yams." Uncle Ghava gave the order. 

"Don't be strong, I'll make up on the veil." I held Kaf's hand. 

"Yes make up MUA transfer to another surface?" Dad chuckles a little. 

"Hold." Uncle Ghava was already aiming for our pose, after Kaf landed his lips on my crown. 

He was tall, so it was easy to kiss my head. 

"Room, Deck." Dad gave me orders that confused me. 

"Where are you going, Kaf?" I looked up at Kaf's face. 

The three of them laughed. 

Ohh. 

"Pick his head, Kaf." Uncle Ghava helped us to pose. 

"Oh, Canda again." Dad still laughed. 

Is he not sad because his responsibility is now given to Kaf? Dad just laughed, I was surprised. 

"Hold." Uncle Ghava took our picture back. 

"Udah huh? Just take a picture of a big family, don't keep taking pictures of me." I kept my distance from Kaf, the feeling of deg-degan began to feel more and more with this man. 

"Sir is booked for your photo, Dek." Ghava's uncle patted my father on the shoulder, they laughed cheerfully. 

"Candid, Uncle. If he is again excited, again daydreaming, again the temple massage is like that." Kaf suddenly grabbed me. 

"Yes, that's it. If you ask for a gini pose, it's not good because it's a lot of moaning." Dad looked at me like he was being teased. 

I've got a soul tangent like a father and a baper like a biyung. 

"One more, for your private collection. Open the veil, Kaf." Uncle Ghava is busy with his camera again. 

"Don't…." I took refuge in Dad's arm. 

Father was curled up, while Kaf widened his eyes and fused his eyebrows together. He was shocked and astonished by my reaction. 

But right, I'm ashamed of it. 

"Dec, it hasn't been reached yet." Kaf's chirps are so light. 

What the fuck did he say something like that? I would be afraid to imagine if I got anything by him. 

"For a photo, Dek." Uncle Ghava is not much different from the father who suddenly laughed. 

"Not kissed, Deck. Oh my, you are." Kaf touched my arm, he took me up and was in front of him again. 

"Open up, constantly framed his face. Keep on, Cani don't look at your face. You looked down at Cani's face, Kaf." Uncle Ghava helped us pose. 

"Don't break, Deck. What's that ugly Kaf?" Ghava's uncle embarrassed me. 

"You don't know, if the office kid's chasing him? Grateful you're being chased by Kaf." Uncle Ghava put his fingers in front of my face, he put his ugly face.

"This Uncle Ngaco." Kaf got rid of the uncle's fingers, then he touched both of my cheeks. 

I looked at my husband's face, his nose high and firm as Shahrukh Khan's. 

"Don't hear me from that." Looks like I'm focusing on Ghava's uncle's prank. 

I don't think that's true, but Kaf's facial reaction was like not liking Ghava's uncle's mouth. Is that true? 

"Rere's got a story, don't know exactly. Is that right, Kaf?"

Rere is Dendi's son. Om Dendi was Ghava's uncle's partner. 

"Ah, what the hell is this Uncle?" Kaf's expression was flat, but it looked like badmood. 

"Have you not yet, Uncle?" I want to take pictures like this. 

"Don't mess around girls ah, Kaf. You're crazy, how can Cani handle such a problem." Dad's half a sewot. 

"No, Dad. If it's a girl's toy, I'll be slow to get a title. Then ask for another pick up, ask for another shuttle, buy this buy it, thirty years I will get a specialist." Kaf helped cover my face again. 

Not really, huh? I'm afraid even his past isn't over. I've heard little stories that his girlfriend Kaf donated blood to the late sister-in-law, his first wife bang Chandra. But don't know, it happened when I was Junior High if it wasn't wrong. Plus, I heard the news after I grew up and after Kaf's preaching. 

I now have concerns if the official's son is bothering Kaf. Coupled with now our wedding day, is it possible that approximately fifty invitations to his friends Kaf that one of them is his ex-girlfriend? 

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