Certified Old Virgin

irka's Seriousness.

Now I'm the same Irka again on the road to the official house. The house he lived in here. I walked with him after Mom came home.

"Dis, the lasting ye. Don't snooze anymore. You guys are old. I want to nimang your son!" said mother earlier. Those words are still ranting until now.

"God willing, Mother. Later mama papa must have gone to the mother's house to make sure the date. Now the same mom still has business in China," replied Irka.

And, I just kept quiet to see their familiarity. Sometimes I think this mother is actually unfortunately it was to me or Irka. The treatment is different. Just as Irka's smile is wide, the same I am stingy. It's been cut, trimmed again. Its duration is only seconds. The treatment looked different when we stepped on the fifth day.

Uh no. I think the word made up is too tacky for me to say. We're too old. Maybe more precisely five days I received Irka's proposal. The diamond ring is still in place.

Beautiful, but I have no intention of seeing until the baper. I also have no intention of removing the ring. You see, Mom wishes I married Irka.

For the sake of my mother I will dig up again the feeling that I had buried. Perhaps there are still remnants of the taste that nyelip. Perhaps!

"So you live here?" ask me while opening the car door.

My sepemgamatan this house is like an ordinary official house. The core is also not too big. Only, the page is very broad. There's a mango tree in front. And Irka used to be a car park.

"Yes, this is the house. Small but comfortable. Yuk, in!"

I followed Irka's steps. He opened the door of the house and the fragrant aroma of the room instantly ambushed his nose. I looked around and was very neat. It is typical Irka. He has always been a cleanliness lover. Styled everything. Women have lost.

"This house has only two rooms. I hope you'll stay here before our house is."

"Our house?" Kupandangi Irka's.

"Yes, our house. I've bought land around here and now it's building up. I'm sure you'll like this house our dream. Minimalist with a large page."

I silently blinked at Irka. Indeed, I used to dream of having a small two-story house with a large yard. There is a playground and a pool. Let the kids stay home. I didn't think he remembered that and now he's trying to make it all happen.

"Ka?"

"i'm serious. I want to start again. So don't hesitate. I'm sincere with you. I love you and really want to be in the same household as you."

Irka smiled and I saw that there was sincerity there. It's just that sincerity doesn't seem to reach. Something's stuck in this chest.

"Why silence?" tanyakanya.

I shook my head, "it's okay."

"I'm seriously going to go to the same household as you. I want to fix our relationship" he continued. "You want to, right?"

I nodded then gave a smile. After that somehow curious about the reason he disappeared.

"Ka, you still don't want to tell me why don't you tell me? You say," I said.

I saw Irka retreat, looking nervous. Then, he suddenly went inside and brought a tray and mineral water.

"Drink first" he said as he passed by me. He sits on the couch.

"Ka?"

"Drink, Dis,"

I guess, he doesn't want to tell me. This fact is a little bit for me to get sick. Is it that hard to be honest?

"Can't that not be asked?" tanyakanya.

Kupandangi.

"That's the past and now we're getting ready to pick up the future" he continued.

"But I'm curious. You said it and your parents didn't want to say it either. They just said I don't have to worry. You're all right."

"They're right, I'm fine."

"I'm the one who's not okay, Ka!" my yelling. She's quiet.

I took a deep breath. Neutralize emotions. It has often been said not to be emotional, but still just end up screaming when you remember that. I was bullied and she went missing somewhere.

"Sorry," he said.

I don't know why I'm tired of hearing this word.

"Here you go, I want to go home" I said and stood up.

"Don't you want to see our future home?"

I looked up at Irka and saw her earnestness there.

"Yes, come on." I'm undertaking.

After that we continued the journey and it was true there was empty land.. There are rocks and others. It looks like the building store is delivering materials. Lots of workers there.

"We're going to build our family there" he said.

I closed, then secured slowly.

"What do you want to go home for a walk?" ask Irka. The car started running again.

"Go home, Ka. I'm tired of staying up last night" I said.

"Oh, rest later. Don't forget the ngabarin," he replied.

I nodded, then looked ahead. The road is currently crowded. I can't wait to get home.

****

Nightly.

When I finished with the script I tried to tell Irka. Nanya her. From Rasya's case I tried introspection. Rasya cheated on me because I was too careless. That's why I try to act like another couple.

[What's up, Ka?]

But strangely the message was not answered. And tick two. Bluest.

[Busy? If so continue. If you are ready to reply, yes]

This time my message tick one gray. He seems to be busy.