DO NOT GO, SOLDIERS OF MY COUNTRY
TWENTY-THREE
(btw it's still POV ziyad ya say💕)
"excuse me.." I pressed the black bell of the house.
and soon a housekeeper who was about 45 years old opened a magnificent door belonging to a woman who I first estimated, it was more precisely then and now.
"a minute ziyad huh?"said ART is friendly and pointed at a row of white teeth.
"yes, how are you?"I smiled and regretted it.
"good news, son, come in mom has been waiting" said ART itulagi who was already close to me.
how not near she was my baby sister when I was 1 year old.
because the mother and father are not always home, then the mother and father are ordinary hardworking country man, hehe.
"God willing to add more handsome days yah" said mother dita who managed to make me embarrassed.
"just normal tan.." I said then turned to greet the father dita, more precisely my father's candidate.
"kalo mom is still young mother wants to marry the same rich bujang you are handsome anyway." said the mother again.
"shut the mother of Jagan for Dita embarrassed meh" said Dita who was seen nudging her mother's hand.
"ziyad play ko bring aunt om anyway?"said Dita polo.
"ziyad will play all this for Dita" said my bundle.
then some of his ART brought 5 boxes that had been wrapped as beautifully as possible and given ribbons on top.
"what the hell is Bun?"he whispered but was heard by me.
"so ziyad is here because ziyad wants to sleep with you" said my father.
"hahh nglamar?that means we're getting married soon?"said surprised.
"yes dear.." said mother dita.
"loh, the mother agrees married young?"he said very worried.
my future partner just nodded, my fiancee's candidate could only gap and round her eyes, funny expression no.
"you are an adult, you are not a child anymore, this is not a young marriage, you want 28 years, when else?"his father tried to stop him.
"but yeah, it's so easy, right?"he said he tried to refuse.
"dita, duta belom ready" he said that made my spirit cut off just like that.
"continue mother father why can relax gini, We think this has been planned." he said in a cold tone.
"yes, all of this has been planned" said his mother.
"loh you should love you dita, dalambang gini, dita kaya dita kaya didohin" he said still a hard version to refuse.
"dit.."included opening the sound.
"you must have been traumatized by that first thing?"I said look in his eyes.
"you believe I used to love it when you were dit, I know you are very friendly but one thing you have to know is that you are hard to get dipapetin, and through dina lah I tried to get you, but one thing you have to know is that you are hard to do,but it's wrong" added me again.
"you must be able to escape the bagas dear.bunda sure Bagas already happy there, Bagas will be happy if you can be happy otherwise" said the mother.
"We gabisa lupain mother.." said bowed.
"i know that you can forget but I know you will be happy, Bagas bang bang Dirga will be happy if you are happy,you don't have to think about it all the time until you don't walk forward but you're always spurred on when you're dit" I said trying to explain.
"so?"he tried to ask for conclusions and glanced at me with tears he had nurtured.
"i want you to be my wife, I'm here to lamar you, you know at first mother and aunt who our soul mate, at first I refused a little because I did not know who the woman who would accompany me,and until mom and Aunt meet I agree, I hope you still have the same feeling during High School first.." said I resigned to the results.
"come on tha, you gabakal gini continue" said om Ardi.
"right boy" said my father.
"hm, well I accept it.." he said that directly makes us say hamdalah directly.
tomorrow again yups, still think this gimna is ouch.
like comment tet guysssof the same as they are
