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Kembali Menoleh ke 6 Oktober 2012

Kata orang, kembali melihat kebelakang itu ngga bagus. Hanya membuat kenangan-kenangan yang pahit tiba-tiba muncul begitu saja. Tapi... khusus yang ini, gue akan kembali memutar balik waktu ke tanggal 6 Oktober 2012, yaitu hari dimana Mba Tita menikah.

Di post 'Hari itu.... akhirnya datang' gue cuma menunjukkan foto Mba Tita, dan Mas Benny. But right now, kayanya oke juga kalo kita lihat-lihat beberapa foto ini.

Fix rambut bercabang gara-gara disasak
Is it like a snapshot before the runway? :p
Lathifah and Me.
Lathifah and Me II
Lathifah and Me III
Left - Right: Lathifah (penerima tamu), Alisya (keponakan), Me, Syifa (penerima tamu)

Hate this photo. Mukanya klimaks
Mama is in pray
Mba Andes, yang membawakan nampan pengalungan bunga
Mama dan Papa menggiring Mas Benny dan keluarga
o:)
Mba Tita, the bride
Mba Tita cantiiiiiik banget


Gedung Resepsi

Tukeran apa gitu lupa namanya -_-
Dari pihak Mas Benny


Mas Benny dan Mba Tita
:)
Dulang Makanan

Sungkeman

The Ring


Pemakaian Cincin
Pose Pose Pose
note: Dress yang dipake gue adalah hasil design sendiri. Tadinya mau dijadiin kebaya kaya punya Mba Andes (jadinya pake kain gitu), tapiiiii karena gue petakilan, dress memang lebih cocok :)

(Ps: the wedding was captured beautifully by their friend which is a photographer)

Bagi yang minat untuk buat baju, dan bingung design-nya, hubungi gue aja yaaaa... :p

SELAMAT MENEMPUH HIDUP BARU MBA TITA DAN MAS BENNY. SEMOGA MENJADI KELUARGA YANG SAKINAH. MBA TITA SAMA MAS BENNY SERING-SERING YA MAIN KE BENDHIL. ADE DISINI KESEPIAN :P

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  1. Tita's LifeNovember 25, 2012 at 8:17 AM

    amiiinnnn......thannk you ade sayang...nggak lupa kok main2 ke benhil, sampe kamu bosen :P *kecup2 basahhhh* luv you.... ;)

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    1. NNovember 28, 2012 at 9:41 PM

      Ahh mbaaa muncul disiniii!! :O Iyaaah luv u too mbaaaa :*

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