The bride comes on a white horse, led by the groom's kin. This is how it is done, and it is beautiful, and it is also a risk. The horse was a calm old mare called Ak-Bulut, a cloud. Calm until the DJ pushed the button for the entrance music: 400 watts, a bang, a mare who had never in her life heard "Eye of the Tiger".
The groom's cousin held her. The bride stayed on and laughed so much that the photographer almost fell. From now on I check the horse before I check the speaker.
Ak-Bulut after the entrance. She is already forgiven.
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