Rainbow In Someone's Cloud
Pdz23. Dayana Fiki Kazakhstan

"Eh, pervert doctor are you, Kaf?! Why did you invite Dayana?" Bang Chandra went up to our door, he pointed directly at Kaf's face. 

"Where do I invite him, ask Ra. He helped me list my list of friends. Temen in this village, twenty people. Temen in college, ten people. The doctor, seven men. Udah, the rest of the family is all big. Aunt Icut's son, uncle's son-in-law everyone." Kaf sparred with bang Chandra in a voice that was not loud. 

"Whenever mind if he's here?" Bang Chandra pointed at the reception, there was a woman holding a child, the woman was writing in the guest book. 

"Uncomprehending me, Bang." Kaf put his shoulder out. 

"Cock your friends a lot, Kaf?" I looked at her face that looked tense. 

Bang Chandra looked at me too, like Kaf. 

"Much what? Thirty-seven is that much?" Kaf sat in our lapel seat, loosening his tie. 

"Even KKN friends I'm not familiar with all, just know each other closely." I sat next to him too. 

"You don't have a big friend." Bang Chandra said cynically, then got off our lap. 

My best friends are just my dad, my mom and my family. 

Kaf's gaze was straight ahead, like paying attention to guests coming. The most adorning of our wedding were the five Chandra bang kids, they made irregular chairs and stormed our wedding sponge. 

Let it go, I want to go home quickly to rest. 

"Oh, shit!" Kaf was like upset himself, by hitting his own thigh. 

"Same Mama Biyung wants a photo, Dek. Put down your veil first." Mama Aca rose to the top of our guarantee by being followed by biyung. 

"So shame she said, Ma." Kaf. 

"Attent." Mama Aca and Biyung prepared beside us. 

The direction of Kaf's view leads to the woman who is on the steps of the pelaminan, the woman who filled the guest book. He stopped going up, because it was prevented by the WO because we were taking pictures. 

So, who's Dayana? If Kaf hadn't invited Dayana, he wouldn't have been able to enter our wedding hall. Those who came here, had to bring our wedding invitations. It was written on the back of our wedding invitation, to bring the invitation when it came. 

"Can I post?" Mama Aca took the phone that was extended by the WO. 

It turned out that his photo was not only using a photographer's camera, but with a cell phone as well. 

"Oh, Ma." Kaf hugged me back to sit down. 

Then, he put my face cover back on. 

"okay." My mother-in-law and my mother got off the lawn. 

They are so cute, they love to take pictures. 

"Beautiful, pantesan to forget?" The woman holding the little boy was in front of us. 

Aih, so he continued to go up to the guarantee? 

"Alhamdulillah, tabarakallah." Kaf stood back up, I followed him too. 

Tired of standing up sitting repeatedly. It's just the closest guests and family, how would it feel if people invited hundreds of people?

"Congratulations?" He passed by to shake hands with me and even wanted to hug Kaf. 

What the fuck? It's not a weight at all. 

Kaf held the woman, then made my body cover her. 

"Yes, thank you" Kaf said later. 

"You why is that? You forgot about us?" The woman was visibly angry with Kaf's attitude. 

"Sister…." Kaf waved his hand at the female WO who helped shoot the big family candid photos. 

It was not the WO that came to this female guest, but Mama Aca. Mama Aca smiled kindly, then embraced the woman away. 

Does Mama Aca know this woman? 

"Don't be considered, Deck." Kaf sat back in our seats. 

I looked back, to see the whereabouts of our armchair. If I were to sit, I could sit on Kaf's lap. 

"Who is he?" I sat a little incongruously to the left, in order to clearly see his face. 

"Dayana," he answered by lowering his head. 

"Where is Kazakhstan's Fiki?" I noticed his face that looked messed up. 

I don't know what my husband feels. I don't know the contract, it's like he's not his wife yet. But, did you, my father lied about my marriage? It's not possible. 

"Who is he?" Kaf looked up and raised one eyebrow. 

"Dayana," I replied later. 

"Did? How's that supposed to mean?" Wrinkled forehead. 

"That Kazakhstan Fiki Palace," I explained later. 

"That one?" Kaf pointed at Mama Aca who had invited the female guest to walk out. 

"Yes, she said it was Dayana?" I put my shoulder out. 

"But his name is not Dayana Fiki Kazakhstan, Dek." Kaf looked at me confused. 

We're talking about what? 

"Did I say she's Dayana Fiki Kazakhstan?" My twisting forehead turns. 

"Gee!" Kaf patted his own thigh. "You're confusing me." Kaf spoke softly and shook his head repeatedly. 

My husband is not clear, am I the one who confused him? But I'm confused too. 

"What the hell is it?" I laughed until my shoulders shook. 

"It's Dayana, but it's not Kazakhstan's Dayana Fiki. That's it, Cani." Kaf grabbed me, leaning my head on his shoulder. 

"Si Dayana Fiki Kazakhstan is also not Dayana Fiki Kazakhstan, Kaf. Name tuh. Dayana too." I held my head up and looked back at her face. 

"Why is there an addition to the Kazakhstan Fiki? The Dayana you're talking about isn't the same Dayana who just came here?" Kaf pointed to our glowing, water-like floor above the water, as it used an aquarium-like floor. 

"Fiki is Indonesian, Dayana's boyfriend. Dayana from Kazakhstan, Kaf. They're Ome TV artists. But not the cake mate, forget to remember me their story," I explained then I put my shoulder back. 

"Ohh, that. If it was called Dayana, it was called Yana deck. The son of a high official was him," he said later. 

Heh, what did he say? Office's son? Is that Dayana what Ghava uncle meant when he photographed me in the makeup room earlier? 

So it's Kaf's past? So he's Kaf's ex-girlfriend? So that woman whose presence made bang Chandra rebuke Kaf? So she's Kaf's girlfriend who donated her blood to my sister-in-law's late home? 

He said he wasn't invited here? Then why did he come? Does he want to say something? Or does he want to ruin my wedding day with Kaf? 

Coupled with Kaf's bad mood, he looked down a lot and was less smiling since Dayana's arrival. Is Kaf sorry and ashamed to marry me? Or worse, Kaf promised Dayana to marry her, but she chose to close my disgrace instead? Worse yet, or is the child that Dayana is fond of is his son Kaf? 

But Kaf did not see the little boy. The little boy did not look like Kaf, he was like a Chinese. As for the tofu itself, the black Kaf is sweet and his nose is as sturdy as Shahrukh Khan. 

I'm getting curious about all this. 

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