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Setelah berjanji dgn cik Mila untuk berjumpa di KL Sentral utk ke kenduri Nini, maka dia pun datanglah mengambil saya lebih kurang pukul 12 lebih2. Yanti housematenya ada bersama. Perkara pertama dia kata kat saya masa saya masuk dlm kereta "Amboi, tinggi kain kak!". Adess! Dah style kain 'pareo' mmg macam tu. Memang siksa juga pakai kain pareo ni kalau terpaksa turun naik pengangkutan awam. Kalau ditiup angin, alamat free show lah nanti. Nasib baik naik ERL. Kalau bas, mahupun LRT atau beca, tak kuasa lah! Bukan apa, arini rasa segan sikit nak pakai baju lip-lap lip- lap, bukannya jadi pengapit. Lainla kalau drive sendiri, takde lah obvious sangat sebab duduk dlm kereta jer. Ini terpaksa expose gitu, sure org pandang jer. Tu yang pakai baju batik kelate dgn kain pareo tu. Memang sedondon kami berdua arini, tema black and white. Cuma cik Mila pakai kebaya sulam indon yang dibelinya masa kami ke sana tahun lepas.

Sesampai di sana, kami turut serta dengan rombongan pengantin masuk ke dewan. Tiada majlis persandingan kat belah sini. Cuma makan2 saja. Dah abis makan, barulah Fara & Ryann (Dafi :P) datang. Selain 'Dafi', kami juga berpeluang berjumpa dgn "Cinderella" dgn "Snow White" yang ber'pelat' Australia heheh. (Actually tu anak buah Nini, tiba-tiba arini tak mengaku nama sendiri) Hampir pukul 3 petang, kami pun beransur.


@ Nini and Akbar's Wedding - wif Mila, Fara & Yanti

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