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18. Weddings

White wedding decorations combined with white roses that look so beautiful. White chairs are arranged in such a way as to make the wedding decoration order more beautiful.

The compact waitresses in white suits and white dresses were busy composing dishes and finishing some decorations that they still felt were not perfect. Although this marriage can be said to be secret and not held for the public but still for them this is the most special thing.

The servants also felt happy about finally the Master was able to marry and add new members in this house.

"Ah, Master! I told you to measure your leg circumference. Look at this so narrow at the feet of Master," said Sandigo who was looking down to tidy up the Praja pants that had been silent since.

Sandigo got up and tidied up the roses in the suit Praja wore. The business of wearing a white bridal suit must be he who does it, this is all because the tailor who does not dare to pair it on the body of Praja.

"Master!"

Praja glanced at Sandigo's fingers patting both of his shoulders.

"I beg you to hold back your emotions. Okay?"

"Yes," she replied briefly making Sandigo smile happily.

Lord, they have been with him for many years, and his master will obey him.

"alright. Em, sir, I'd like to go out for a minute."

Praja nods to make Sandigo step out of the room leaving Praja looking to tidy up her hair in front of a large mirror.

Sandigo steps down the steps to find Sumbawa talking to Princess, Sandigo's wife.

"Daughter!"

"Mas," said the Princess who approached Sandigo and hugged him for a moment.

"Have you arrived?"

"Just now."

"Oh, yes by the way what did this old man say to you?" sandigo's words made Sumbawa glare.

The princess gave a small laugh and then gently hit the arm of her husband's hand.

"He didn't say anything."

Sandigo nodded while smiling with a smile that could be said to be mocking.

"Stop that way! Today I won't be angry because today is a special day for Praja."

"Huh, I also feel happy because Mr. Praja is getting married, um then where is Mr. Praja's future wife?" ask the princess who looks left and right.

"Em, he's in the room. I want it when she walks out to the show you're holding her."

"Me?" asked the Princess while touching her chest.

"Well, you're my son-in-law, too."

"But isn't the one who did it the family of the bride herself?"

Sumbawa smiled stiffly. It seems Sandigo did not tell his wife that this marriage was not the will of Praja and the woman Praja would marry was an orphan girl and only had a stepmother who loved money.

"Darling!"

The princess turned her head to look at Sandigo who was embracing her waist.

"Just do it!"

Princesses nodded. To be honest he was nervous if he had to accompany the future wife of Mr. Praja. The Princess knows how Mr. Praja and the possible wife of the Master of her husband is such an honorable person.

His nature will certainly not be much different from Mr. Praja. Men are cold, assertive and sometimes angry.

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"King! This is not the fastest race! Slow down!"

"What's slow for?"

"King! Right now you're not Mr. Praja but the groom's replacement. The bride! Do you understand?"

Praja did not answer. It is only according to the words of his opinion.

Praja sat on the white chair in front of the table where the old man who was the head of this marriage had been waiting.

"Please sit down, sir! Are you healthy today?" greet the man with a smile and stick out his hand.

Praja did not respond. He sat down to the chair with his face flat as usual. Sandigo stepped closer to the ruler and whispered there.

"Sir! Please understand! This one bride is very different from the other."

Sandigo laughed a little. His smile vanished from his lips after seeing Praja who was looking at him sharply.

Praja took a long breath. He looked down at his watch. He moves his index finger to Sandigo who is approaching immediately.

"Come on calling his replacement! I'm not comfortable with this bridal outfit!" the upset.

"Akh, wait a minute, sir! He's definitely coming. Just relax!"

Praja clicked her lips in annoyance. He looked back at the branded watch in his hand. It's so boring.

"Digo, come!"

Sandigo stepped closer to Sumbawa who whispered to him.

"Have you told your wife to pick up Praja's future wife?"

"Already, sir. Just wait! He must have been preparing to come here."

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The princess was silent at the door while playing her phone. He had been waiting in front of the room. He thought the person inside had dressed Praja's future wife but, apparently not yet.

The open door made the Princess turn her head to look at the young woman who stepped out while hugging the suitcase containing makeup tools. Their faces were visibly sweaty with hair that looked disheveled.

Princess flinched confused.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay Miss is just that the bride-to-be is a little naughty," said one of them.

"Slightly naughty? What do you mean?"

"Yes, Miss. He ran to and fro and that's what made us tired."

The Princess's lips opened. His confused face could not stand it. He did not understand what they were saying. Run? Whether the future wife of the Lord her husband is a small child to run around like that or maybe he misheard.

"I'll excuse you, Miss."

"Well, thank you."

The two women stepped away leaving the still confused Princess. She wondered how the future wife of the master of her husband looked.

The princess stepped inside the room after she pushed the door. His two eyes were rounded in shock staring at the figure of the girl dressed in white wedding dress who was sitting quietly on the mattress.

Is he his future wife?

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