As I approached the door, nervous voices increasingly heard more clearly. My ex-wife, Wati, who divorced eight years ago was giving orders to someone. I heard a laugh from my youngest daughter, Erna who was nineteen years old, and the protests of his brother, Endang, the bride.In the age of duapuluhsatu year, young and stubborn, when telling me that she would marry, I paused to feel disappointed and shocked, but I hid it with the best of luck and pray for a life that is always happy. Another...
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