Certified Old Virgin

Be My Mind's.

Gegara Mumak I finally came out the same Irka. We went to the mall to watch. We walked up the escalator. Of course, many people look strange. Maybe they think the demon is with the prince.

Hicks! Shame to admit, but I am not worth Irka. He's handsome, handsome, and he's making money, and I'm normal.

Actually, if you follow the heart, I'm really lazy to come out like this. Mending a fall, or not writing a script. I have some unfinished books. Must be daily. If not daily money from where. The platform I wrote it was udab

Very kind. The editor is friendly. Many years of writing there was never a name that could be a failed script. My work Alhamdulillah booms and that is what brings the coffers of the guan. It's good to be able to educate my sister who is a midwife at this time.

Is it as good as being a writer? Surely not. As a platform writer and a print script there is certainly a plus minus. Kudu a lot of research, lots of reading and lots of arranging stories that are not market but menguan. The most important thing is the promo.

You could say it is difficult easy. And because I'm lazy to interact with people, writing is a ninja's way to connect.

"Dis, lookout!"

I was shocked spontaneously looking ahead. A little late is certainly terjambab and will be a laughing stock. Fortunately, it can still keep pace.

"Dis, are you daydreaming? I want to be unable to focus. Luckily, that's okay" Irka said. At first glance there is nothing different about him. He was still this considerate and worried him purely. Unmade. Not mode either. It's just ….

"I'm fine," I said back then, then looked around. Some people laugh. Bener apes.

"Yuk!" take me.

Irka followed, then we headed to the cinema.

"Ka," hold me to Irka. "We're excited to watch it."

"Loh, why?" Irka's eyebrows go up next door.

"I don't know, not in the mood. We go to the food court, yes," I asked again.

Yeah, instead of the movie theater I want to go to the food court. Need a sweet one. It feels like the head of the rada kliyengan. Mood is not good. Bete mulu's. Not good with Irka. I've been carrying out this sour time.

"Yes, come on!"reply Irka. Fortunately, he did not protest.

We changed direction and went where we wanted to go. There are a lot of visitors there. Maybe because it's Sunday night. This place is dominated by teenagers. I think there are people who want to, there are also those who gather together with temen.

"Yes, you wait here, I go to the toilet first" I said.

"Oh okay, btw know the direction, right? Do I need anterin?" reply while flickering. Basic flirty!

"Don't Ngadi-ngadi. I'm a tabok, here!"

Lah, he's even ngakak. Asem!

"Yes already, go there. Later kiss. It's not funny."

Would be. Fuck up!

I turned around to leave, but turned back when he called.

"Why? Don't rese say mah come with everything," my cerocos rada is upset. His prankiness has not faded from before.

"What do you want to eat?" the question then grinned at the head scratches. I'm sure that intention was to go on a whim. Ck, I'm already glazed. Basic Irka.

"Black forest is. I want that."

"Wouldn't you like solid food?"

I refused with a sack.

"Yaudah, then go. I'll wait here."

Instead of getting upset, I decided to go through the visitors who began to crowded.

After shitting, I also disturbed to hear someone's babble from behind. The voice of people chatting accompanied by giggling that felt familiar.

Impulsively I turned my head and saw Rasya as a woman. Pregnant woman. They look happy. They're side streets. We're walking in a direction. The difference is he's on the left, I'm right. We were about a few meters away.

No hypocrite, I'm sick to see Rasya with another woman. There was a bit of regret that came out of nowhere. Maybe true said mother, I am too comfortable with myself at this time to not think about myself. End thrown. Rasya is also old, want to until when he waited for me who message only sometimes forget to reply. There is no certainty.

Ah, maybe not a soul mate. Maybe my soul mate again otw. Nevermind!

Instead of getting hurt, I decided to move on. Pretend not to see, pretend to be all right.

We can't be together anymore. Consider this failure a lesson so that I do not brag. I'm an adult and it's time for home.

Bismillah, hopefully the other soul mate is not stuck stuck. Let us be halal fast. Let my mom not grumble anymore.

"Girl!" call Rasya.

This is what I can do besides look. The face is arranged in such a way, so it is not easy to be intimidated. I was sad to be dumped, but yes.

"really you? You guys actually have a relationship?" his pedicab.

"Yes, that's it." I'm scissoring. "The contents should be maintained. Kasian, it's so big. I think it will soon be Brojol. Are you sure you want a month-end reception?'

Rasya's face was red, and so was his woman. Rasayn!

Ah, if this seems like a bad me. I am julid.

"Yes, continue. Excuse me," I said and approached Irka. And it turned out that Rasya and his future wife were sitting next to us.

Wonderful, this wide room why the remaining table should be near us.

"Already, ignore it," said Irka whispered while bribing the potatoes.

I replied with an annoyed sigh, then scooped the black forest with a spoon. The sweet taste of this hook broke in my mouth and made me relax a little.

"Dis, thank you, yes," said Irka.

"Make what?" I continued to bribe no matter if the next door neighbor glanced or peeked. Bodo!

"Because I want to give you a chance. I promise I won't repeat. I won't say it again" he replied.

Kupandangi Irka's. He looks serious. Not only that. He also brought out something. Square box lined velvet fabric.

"Ka?"

It was opened and I saw a ring inside. The ring is more beautiful than the other day.

"Merry me."

"Ka, this …."

Crazy, I can't say anything. She turns out to be serious about the saying, about the ring more beautiful and married.

"I want us to start again. Not like before. Dukh only loves monkeys, now I want to get married. We're married."

I saw that seriousness in his eyes. It's just ….

"Marry me's. Be my mind."

Oh my God, these are the words I often write in my stories. Romantic scenes when applying.

I stared at Irka, old and clingy. "Ka, this is too fast. You don't know me, I don't know you either. We're separated almost half our age."

"I don't mind that, Dis. What matters is you. I just want you. Now you may not believe it, but give me a chance to prove that I am worthy. We can fix the relationship."

"B-but why me? We haven't seen each other in a long time. No other woman, Ka?"

Irka shook her head. "I just want you. Sorry if you've been waiting this whole time."

Jeez ….

"Ka?"

"Marry me's. I promise to be a good husband. What you can count on, we can turn our monkey love into true love."

Duh, why am I so worried?

Accept, no, accept, no, accept, no.

Duh!

At this moment, my mother's face. His tired face, his old face, and a look of hope that I will ride the guarantee.

Bismillah, for Mom's sake.

I slowly held out my hand and put the ring on. Beautiful, fitting, beautiful.

Kupandangi Irka's. He smiled broadly. That happy?