
It is good to relax at home, that is what Yudha has in mind at this time. Sit back in the gazebo while listening to music. Dhika is fond of coloring next to her.
"Back, Dicky ... "
Yudha looked towards the inner door. Dicky came alone.
"Hi, honey. What again?"
"Color Oom's car. Lookie! Good no?!"
"That's great. Smart you"
Dhika sneaks in on her beloved handsome Oom.
"How is Yudha's brother?", he said to his brother
"Alhamdulillah, healthy. You're not going to the office, Dek?"
"So Dicky's got a little business around here, so stop by for a minute and meet up with Aldis and Dhika"
"Are you guys looking at a girlfriend, Dek?"
"Whose girlfriend, Pa?"
"Oom Dicky's girlfriend"
"Ooo... "
Dicky laughed at the expression of his beloved nephew's kepo.
"Why Oom Dicky's girlfriend wasn't brought here, Oom"
"Well, we're too poking Oom Dicky, baby. With that, Dek?!", Yudha's god.
"We could've cornered, Oom"
"What's Oom?"
"Why what?"
Dhika took a deep breath. Greget saw his oom who did not answer his question.
"Oom.N..."
"Hmmm...."
"Make Dhika ask, why Oom Dicky's girlfriend wasn't brought here"
"Why yes. Not quite the time" replied Dicky.
"Oom Dicky, afraid of getting angry Papa yes, bring a girlfriend. I'm like Aunt Adel's with her boyfriend"
Dicky and Yudha looked at each other.
Hahaha.... Yudha laughed hearing that.
"Bah... This child knows a lot of his looks", Yudha's inner.
Dicky could not comment much on his nephew's babble. What a plain little boy said, he thought.
"Well, as Dhika said just now, Dek. When do you want to introduce your candidate?"
"In the near future, Brother"
"Yes... Dicky had good intentions to propose to her"
Yudha smiled, then patted his brother's shoulder.
"Good, it's time for you to get married, think about your own future, Dek"
"Yes, Brother"
"Sister Yudha supports you. About Mama and Papa they must be happy to hear it"
"Thank you, Brother. Dicky was glad that Sister Yudha could support Dicky's good intentions"
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"Hi, honey. What are you doing?"
Click ..
Dicky pressed the send button on his phone screen.
"Looking around for a while in the room. Just got out of class. What's up, brother?"
"Will you go home?"
"Yes, in a minute"
"Then Brother Dicky picked you up, huh?"
"May you not trouble, brother"
Of course not, Dicky thought. He was looking for a gap to talk to the beautiful woman who became the idol of his heart. Especially after receiving support from her older sister.
It did not take long, Dicky had arrived at the campus where his heart adored teaching. Marchellia Ramadhani, Chelli so she is familiarly called, a FISIP lecturer majoring in Social Anthropology looks unpretentious. How to dress polite and Muslimah with hijab. That's what made Dicky fall for the beautiful woman.
Dicky deliberately took her out tonight, she had already prepared everything carefully. Three years in a relationship with her, ranging from just ordinary friends to being lovers. And this time Dicky wanted to make the connection between the two of them.
"Sorry, Dek. Brother Dicky suddenly takes you out like this. There's actually something important that Brother Dicky wants to talk to you about"
"What does Dicky want to say?" Just talk. Why be formal like this. Not usually, what's up, brother?"
"Sir Dicky, we've known each other for a long time. And Brother Dicky feels a match for you, so Brother Dicky wants to formalize our relationship as soon as possible, Dek. Brother Dicky intends to meet both of your parents to propose to you"
Marchellia smiled shyly.
"Sister Dicky is sure of that decision?"
"Related, Deck"
"I'm not a perfect woman, brother. I'm still lacking, I'm afraid Brother Dicky will be disappointed"
"Sister Dicky, don't look for the perfect one. But Brother Dicky is looking for a woman who can perfect Dicky's life. Which can complement each other. And Brother Dicky's choice fell on you. Do you want to marry Dicky's sister?"
Chella was surprised her boyfriend proposed to her that night. His heart was so full of flowers to hear it. Shamefully answered.
"Yes, Brother. I'm getting married to Dicky's sister. Hopefully all our good intentions are spared"
"Aamiin", Dicky replied.
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