Don't Insult Me

Declare

Salsa sipped her drink with a straw. He seemed to enjoy the freshness of the drink in the heat of the sunshine at noon.

"Sa, mmm, you haven't?" reza asked a little doubtfully. Dare not ask directly and clearly.

"What's up, Mas?"

"You have a close friend, don't you?"

"Close cement? Hmmm I don't think it exists, Mom. I never left the house." Salsa shook her head indicating that she had no close friends. There were two friends who had been friends with him, his name was Siti. They were once close, but Siti had already gone out of the area after getting married. She said her husband worked as a manager in the area so Siti moved there. Another one named Riska, she also moved outside the area because she said her husband worked as a doctor at the area hospital.

"When friends chat or chat?"

"Talk friends I'm just Anisa's sister."

Reza breathed a sigh of relief. Because that means Salsa has no close male friends. Then he has a chance to get close to Salsa.

"Oh, so you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Huh? A boyfriend? No, Mom, I don't want to date."

"Huh? So she wants to get married?"

"In my opinion, the courtship will only make sins increase."

"But many people seem to have a crush on you. No one came to propose to the house."

"There it is, Mas. A few times people came to the house to propose. But I refuse, hehe."

"Huh? Why refused? Are they poor?"

"No, Mas. Precisely because they are rich that's why I don't want to accept their proposal."

Reza scrunched his forehead to hear Salsa's words. If this woman does not want to accept the proposal of the rich, then what about her who is actually just a poor person? He did not even have parents anymore and lived a single day in this world.

"No, Mas. I don't accept them because I'm traumatized by rich people. I don't want to be a slave for being a rich man's wife." Salsa smiled slightly. Trying to cover up his sadness because he remembered the events of his past.

"If the one who prays for the poor, will you accept it?"

"Huh? How are you doing that, Mom?" Salsa scrunched her forehead. I don't understand why Reza has been asking this question.

"Sa, if I come to propose to you, will you accept it?" ask with a serious look.

Instead of answering, Salsa laughed. "You are, Mom, don't joke. There's-there's just."

However, when he saw Reza who was not smiling or laughing in the slightest, Salsa immediately stopped laughing and looked at Reza seriously.

"You're serious, Mum?" tanyanya wants to convince.

"Is my look joking?"

"But there are still many girls out there who are beautiful and never married. Why did you choose a widow woman like me?"

"I've loved you for a long time, Sa. Even before you got married. But, seeing how you live, and how you live, I don't swim to express my feelings to you. There must be something I've been rejected outright."

Salsa understood Reza's concerns at the time. The man clearly saw how haughty and arrogant Salsa used to be.

"Sir, the bike is ready." The mechanic called Salsa and told her that her motorcycle was hard to finish.

Salsa immediately went to the mechanic and paid for the tire patch. He got on his motorcycle and left Reza.

Reza could only sigh. He knew that Salsa would not accept it. However, a message went to his phone and it was from Salsa.

[If it's serious, come home and see my parents.]

"Yes! Yes!" Reza pranced with excitement after reading the message. Make people look at it with astonished looks.