Deserve Me For You

I'll Apply for You

"Young Master put me down. We're almost in the room of Inspiration. I want to wash the fruit" Puspa frantically mixed in shame.

"Should I put your mouth together to keep quiet?"

Puspa rolled his bored eyes.

"Sucks"

Puspa bit off Arga's arm as they reached the front door. Arga grimaced a little and then lowered Puspa.

"Haahhh why not think of this way from earlier" muttered Puspa.

"You.. Dare to bite me" Arga stared intently at Puspa.

"Sorry.. But I have to do it. Wkwkv"

Mother Ilham who heard the commotion from outside also opened the door.

Arga and Puspa were shocked.

"Eh Nak Puspa.. " Who Ibu Ilham.

He smiled at Arga.

Puspa smiled and kissed the back of Mother Ilham's hand. Arga doesn't like it a little

"Let's go in and in." Ibu Ilham invited Puspa and Arga

"Eh Puspa" Ilham who was almost asleep so woke up.

"Good morning.." Puspa smiled and approached Inspiration.

The views of Ilham and Arga collide.

"Son, sit here" Mother Ilham told Arga to sit down. Arga also complied. He sat down and his eyes kept on Puspa and Ilham

"Morning too.. Wow early in the morning has come. Is this troubling you" Ilham pleased

"Very troublesome" muttered Arga

"Ah certainly not.. How's condition? Is it getting better?" Ask Puspa.

Arga grunts sebal. When Arga was sick Puspa did not speak this softly.

"To see you makes me better." Inspiration smiles. Puspa blushed in shame.

"Haha. You're a dreadlocks yeah. Over the past few years how many girls have you been able to attract with your fist?" Puspa took a chair to sit beside Ilham.

"Ahahah no. You think too much that you don't. I was just thinking about you" Ilham smiled and Puspa blushed

"Ehe. You're good at ruffling. Wkwk. I brought you some fruits. Don't forget to eat it." Puspa smiled

"certain. Where may I not eat my innate lover's heart"

"Blu...." Ibu Ilham commemorates Ilham.

Inspiration is just rolling bored eyes.

"I'm sorry, son. He was just joking with your wife" Ilham's mother said as she looked at Arga's unpleasant facial features.

"Hm" Arga clenched his hand

Puspa set the breath and put on a calm face.

"If you're in a hurry please go home first." Ilham smiled as Puspa said that.

"You-you"

"Eemm, son, don't rush. Sit first. You must be tired right" Mother Ilham smiled

"Hm. Okay if that's what you want" Arga ignored Mother Inspiration and exited the room.

The look on Puspa's face was disappointed. I don't know why, but he felt a little guilty.

Inspiration smiles. While Ibu Ilham felt sorry for this incident.

"Puspah.. Better follow your husband" suggested Ibu Ilham

Puspa rounded his eyes.

"His husband?!. I'm not married, Bi."

Mother Ilham was surprised.

"But he said yesterday that you're his wife."

"Huh? That man?"

Mother Ilham nodded

"He's a former employer of Puspa. Not husband. After all, Puspa couldn't possibly be his wife. Just imagine it's not appropriate" Puspa lowered his head.

"Eh.. So.."

"Puspah... Why did you even think that far? There will be me" Ilham grabbed Puspa's hand.

Puspa looked at the smiling Inspiration.

"After everything is done, I will propose to you" said Ilham steady. Mother Ilham smiled.

"Mom goes to the toilet first. You guys just talk" Ilham and Puspa nodded.

After Mother Ilham left the room, Puspa pulled his hand from the grasp of Inspiration.

"eeee.. Anu.." Puspa.

"We love each other, right?!. When we were kids, we promised to get married. I'll keep it, Puspa"

Confused what to answer.

When I met Ilham yesterday, Puspa was very happy. But why is his heart hesitating today.

"Emmm Inspiration. I think I should go home. I haven't cleaned up yet. Hehehe" Puspa scratched his non-itchy head.

"Eh. Why is.. Just sat down for a while" I was a little disappointed.

"Tomorrow I'll be here again. I'm going home yes. Assalamualaikum" Puspa grabbed his bag and went straight out of the room.

Ilham looked at Puspa's back that had disappeared behind the door.

"Why?" Gumam Ilham's.