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Terms daughter-in-law (Adolescent news)

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If you know there is a guyonan man who was told to chant the letter of the Qur'an when he came to the house of his heart. Believe me, it's true, and I'm one of them.

I'm Bramanta. No one in college doesn't know who I am. To conquer girls, there is no need to 'ngoyo' for me, because the magnetism in me has made them envelop me.

Every time I see a girl in class or in the organization it feels normal, until I finally see a figure who always wears a bright color 'orange'. Women who like to have their own charm. The only woman who never once greeted me even though her other friends like looking for attention from me. Even more strange, this woman actually has male ladies who follow where her steps go.

That afternoon, after the 'Madilog' book surgery, I called the girl. Anjirs. His eyes didn't even look me in the eye when I spoke, but I enjoyed his innocent style. Until finally, there was greed in me to have it. Of course I'll get him in my elegant style. The idea of mentoring 'Madilog' material became my way to seize the heart and keep it away from the begudal men who also wanted to get it.

The only one who is my toughest competitor is Raka. The man had been friends with Talita ever since the two of them became freshmen. Of course, it is very difficult to get rid of its influence. Moreover, my feeling said that he also had the same feeling as I felt, both liked the girl who was always in bright clothes.

"Lo has to come for a discussion with me after finishing college! Understood?" My orders cannot be sued and rejected.

The girl simply nodded and expressed her readiness in annoyance. Take it easy, Talita, soon only I will fill your brain. Raka, get ready to be eliminated slowly and surely.

***

As usual, every afternoon I waited for the girl in the park near the campus. There, we discussed many things. The more days, the girl made me fall in love. Paras ayu, supported by a diluted brain makes it more interesting. Ask about all the knowledge I've learned before.

[Bram, today the discussion is off first, yes! I want to work on a paper with Raka.]

The incoming messages made my mood worse. Not because he did not come to discussion but because he did not ignore me because of Raka.

[If you don't come, the discussion ends here, period.] Send.

I replied with a message full of anger.

[Don't do it, Bram! Okay, I'm coming but a little late, huh?]

Reply with a thin smile emot. Hemm. This girl has a surprise.

[Whatever, Lo!]

I ended the message with an ambiguous sentence that would have left him with no choice to see me immediately.

Minutes passed, from a distance I saw Talita waving hands at Raka who deliberately drove her near the park. Just watch that guy. It cannot be allowed to continue like this.

The smile expands as it approaches me. The sense of humor and all ideas seemed lost when he came with the begundal man. I don't know, everyone who approached Talita, all I thought was a bitch, 'trash cup' so my friend-Roni-says.

"How about you marry me, instead of you near the same backpacks?" pick me up while I give you cigarette smoke.

I'm serious about this, though I can't be like other men who squabble and give her a flower and a ring when proposing to her puja.

"Lo nglamar I just buy fried food, Bram." I know there's an upset tone in his words. However, she is a woman and has the same dream as other women, proposed with the most romantic moment.

"Gue's not a kitten, Bram. If you are serious, go to my parents" he said.

I'll grab the motorbike and drive it home. No words were said during the trip. He might have been a little shocked by my spontaneous proposal.

Thank you softly from his lips. Before I left, I told him once more that what I had put in the garden just now, was not just a joke. Of course I'm waiting for an answer from him.

[Bram, if you're serious about me. You can come to my house tomorrow. I am now at home.]

Shit! I finally figured out why I didn't find him on campus for three days. His phone call could not be reached either. This short message is the answer.

[Ready!] Send.

I closed the conversation with confidence and asked him to give the exact location of the house via google maap.

From the beginning I predicted everything, because I knew Talita was not the type of girl who likes to date.

***

After racing with road congestion, to a village where Talita was born. Deg-degan was also the one, when told the prospective in-laws to come. May the parents of the woman I love be willing to accept my situation like this, long hair.

I heard the greeting that was said to be welcomed by the homeowner. A middle-aged man reached out and immediately gave the command for me to join the Qur'an. What a surprise Talita gave me today.

Grogy, of course. He was told to chant the Qur'an through a microphone, fortunately he had learned it well. Actually, not many people know, even though my appearance was muddled on campus but still the verses of the Qur'an I usually ship after subuhan. This is the only message Kyai had in the cottage I could not leave, Istiqomah read the Qur'an under any circumstances.

Proud, my voice melodious. Talita smiled faintly from a distance. Believe, Ta. You can't get away from me. I'm jumawa.

Finish with a few verses and letters. Talita's father took me to the living room. Of course, the initial requirement to propose to his daughter was well fulfilled. After he asked me my name and place of residence. My beloved biological father said, "You can bring your parents here to propose to my daughter!"

My heart is breaking, I look at Talita with a big smile.

Talita drove me to the courtyard.

"Thank you for the surprise" I whispered close to his ear.

He just cupped his hands hiding a whacky laugh.

"You surprised me too, Bram," he replied as he looked at me full of twinkle.

"You'll get a lot of surprises after it's legitimately mine." I looked into her beautiful eyes.

And I came home triumphant.

Finishes.

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