Alairas

3-Alan???

Alan opened the refrigerator door, his eyes tracing the contents of the refrigerator. Nonexistent. There are only food ingredients and fruits. Then he turned on the other refrigerator door, he knitted his eyebrows together when he found that there were many flavored drinks.

There isn't one either?

He closed the refrigerator door again a little hard, put his school bag on the dining table chair.

Here is also Liona—Mama Alan who looks serious with his laptop.

"Where is Red Velvet Alan?"

Liona glanced at him a glance, then shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"Not bought?" Ask the guy, while pouring water from the teapot into the glass.

"Gapain also buy." Ketus Liona's.

Alan gulped down his drink, sounding a heavy sigh from his mouth. He landed his butt in the chair next to Liona. His mother looked indifferent to him.

Normally, even if he was busy, he would definitely choose to talk to him, compared to that laptop.

The Red Velvet cake lover's man sighed in anger. A day without Red Velvet is like black coffee without sugar.

"Anged?"

"No, if you accept the match."

That again. Alan stood behind Liona, held onto both of Liona's shoulders and directly massaged her. "Alan's... Can't."

Liona's fingers stopped dancing on the laptop, looking up at her son's face. "Lately Papa has been quiet as usual. Her cheerful face has been gone, ever since you rejected this match."

"Lan, you won't get any money from Papa right? Then, your cards are on the block too? Papa was intentional, punishing those of you who denied his orders."

"If you are married, then who will bribe you before going to bed must be your wife. There is no Mamah Lan.

Alan was silent, his hands were still massaging his mother.

Right, he can't sleep if he hasn't eaten. And eating must be in bribe, whether anyone, but the most delicious is in the bribe Liona. Maybe this is a habit from childhood, every before bed Liona must feed her son, namely Alan.

When he sleeps at Malvin's house, he eats alone even though the risk is not able to sleep well.

"It's not Papa and Mama who told you to get married, it's your Grandpa's request. His request before his breath ended, Your grandfather died after a day Mr. Wardana Adijaya, your Grandpa's best friend also died. So, please, Lan, be full of your Grandpa's requests. If you knew the words from his lips straight away, you wouldn't have refused, would you?"

"At that time, when Mama was with Papa next to Grandpa, we also had time to refute. It is not possible to agree that you will be fooled. It turned out that after saying that, your grandfather breathed his last. Mama was shocked and shocked, when your grandfather said it while joking. Apparently, the promise is not just a promise. I hope you accept all this, Alan."

Alan was silent, suddenly his massage stopped. At that time, Grandfather died when he was about thirteen years old.

Liona sighed heavily, drinking the traditional herbal medicine made by mbok Iyem earlier.

"Okay, Alan wants to."

Brushhh! Liona reflexively spouted out the herbs that were already inside her mouth.

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Alan was riding his black ninja motorcycle at medium speed. Whether he wanted to go, driving there was no purpose that Alan was doing at the moment.

The cold at night is no longer a problem for Alan, but the guy does not feel at home lingering cold. No, and the star shone brightly up there, just like her mother's face when she said she accepted the match.

As with his father, the middle-aged man looked very happy.

Alan was happy, seeing them like that.

The guy stopped his bike near a fairly large wooden bridge. This bridge seems to be a remote bridge in the countryside. Don't know why he got here.

The object on the bridge made Alan knit his brows, who?

After putting down the helmet, and getting off the bike, the guy approached him. The girl's face was invisible as it was covered by her hair that was flying by the wind.

"Kill yourself not here."

The girl looked at Alan, the guy in navy clothes wrapped in a leather jacket, now suddenly standing next to her.

"Lo?!"

"Lo follow me?!" His touch.

Alan glanced at her at a glance, not even interested by the girl, Aira.

The girl was only wearing a black hoodie, with shorts on top of a hoe. Without a bag and cell phone, but only an animated pen picture in his grasp.

She didn't know why the girl was carrying a pen when she wasn't at school.

But why would he think of anything unimportant?"

"Ora is good."

Like when they smiled at him.

Aira looked at them with a faint smile, the river was clean, there was no trash to it.

He sighed, then asked Alan. "Kanebo dried, if if if if if...lo be betrothed to your parents, lo will nerima, what is not?"

Deg, I don't know why Alan's heart was beating a little faster when Aira asked that.

"Lo's fooled?" One Alan Eyebrow was raised, supporting his body by placing his hand on the wooden bridge divider.

"Still time?"

Aira shook her head many times, "Aihh, I'm just the name." The girl felt a little deja vu, but she asked for herself.

The man stared at the birds flying in the cloudy sky, the wind blowing fiercely on his face. "Oh."

Both of Aira's eyes narrowed, her face showing that she was upset, the girl's head looked up to look at Alan who was taller than her.

"Dry kanebo! I'm just, answer that's barrister dong's cake,"

"Mu should have dropped by the courtship like a pocong, right?"

Aira glared, "Damn it! Diem you rotten mouth!"

The guy nodded briefly without expression. A sign that he wants to be quiet. The sound of the children down there was very disturbing to him, why was he here?

"So cold, you're cold." Aira muttered looking at Alan's behavior.

Alan and Aira were arguably quite familiar, meaning familiar quarrels. Aira does not know why she continues to be met by men who she hates.

Even at school and outside school, he was very lazy if he accidentally met Alan.

"Fyuhh, bother ya, nurutin will that we don't want." Aira's eyes narrowed, looking at the sky above.

His mind was still thinking about the match, really, he did not understand. He did want and wanted to fulfill his Grandfather's request, but why the matchmaking?

In fact, he still wanted to enjoy his youth beautifully. Making unforgettable memories.

Alan glanced at him at a glance, "Wrongly, if you don't want to, why should nurutin?"

"Soto!" Aira laughed crisply and hit Alan's arm. Actually don't want to joke, just can't answer Alan's question.

"Not suicidal?"

Aira looked over, then shook her head. He put his pen in a pocket not too deep. "Gue didn't kill himself, just find the wind. Not good to know at home, life must also be enjoyed."

The guy was head-bearded, "So, there's no trial of life? Should we continue?"

Aira frowned, she was annoyed, why was that guy so good at asking her that he didn't know the answer?

"I mean, we need self-healing. Presumably, we can forget our problems even if only for a moment."

Alan chuckled, pulling a few strands of Aira's hair slowly. "Soky wise."

Aira was annoyed, she knitted her brows, she laughed?

The sound of Aira's phone made the girl stop staring at Alan and directly reached into his pocket, the name 'Mama' on the phone screen made him sigh riled.

At the same time, Alan received a call as well. He just realized that he was shaking in his pocket.

"Hello kenap—"

"Where areyou? Same who?"

Aira reflexively looked at Alan, it seemed like the guy also received a call. The next second he turned away, as Alan was also staring at him. "Again..."

"Go home! We're going to meet your future husband tonight, spit, Ai! My mother was impatient!"

Aira glared wide, "Now?!"

"Now?"

Aira and Alan looked at each other, the distance of the two was no longer far apart. Either way, neither Aira nor Alan, no one noticed that they were getting closer.

Both ended the phone call.

"Here, follow me aja lo," Aira rolled her eyes lazy, while putting her phone in her pocket.

Alan raised his eyebrows, "Ngapain lo?"

"Gue to. e-ekhem, I. go home! It's not really worth it."

The man looked at Aira's back with a sharp look in his eyes. "Sir is an idiot."