Fistfuls

Papa's House

"If you are equally suitable, why not immediately marry or fiancee first that, rather than late courtship," said Papa Renaldy.

The two men looked at each other, and Gita shrugged her shoulders as if to say, not knowing.

"If I'm ready, I don't know if the Gita. Moreover, my age is also no longer young" replied Salman.

A week passed, the two are now in Jakarta visiting Papa Renaldi's house. Salman was so happy when he got a friendly welcome from the middle-aged man. He immediately expressed the intention and purpose of coming to Papa from his lover.

"If my marriage isn't ready Pa, I still want to go to college. Em, at least after graduation, that's the closest time. If the fiancee, it's up to Salman's brother, I ngikut," replied Gita, staring at two different men of the generation in turn.

"Well, the fiancee used to be nothing, maybe a few months ahead of marriage. How are you ready to be engaged to Gita next week?" the question made both people surprised, not expecting if it had to be this fast.

"Now next week, Pa? Cepet hot?" gita protests.

"I'm ready Om," in contrast to Gita, Salman actually agreed to Papa's request from his lover.

"Sister?" Gita looked at Salman, she was not sure of her own feelings.

"Please calm down." Salman rubbed the back of Gita's hand, as if understanding the girl's anxiety.

"Well, next week we're engaged, but we don't need to be outsiders, we have enough extended family" pinta Gita and immediately approved by Papa and Salman.

They talked again, until a woman came with a teenager. It wasn't the teenager who surprised Salman, but the woman. She's like...

"Old brother? Want to come here do not give news to Mamah, so Mamah did not know. Sorry yes, Mom's new monthly shopping with Revan." The woman kissed Gita on both cheeks and sat down next to the girl.

"Yes Mah, nothing. I haven't been here long either" Gita said.

"Who? Your boyfriend?" ask the woman called Mamah by Gita.

Gita also introduced the two of them, and the family room was now more crowded with chat two different pairs of ages.

"You guys stay here, tomorrow's Sunday, right? Lagian Gita also has long been nginep si here," pinta Mama Sita when they had lunch together.

Gita looked at Salman asking for the young man's approval, because he knew Salman had a busy life that could not be left alone, because his work was related to the safety of one's life.

"If I'm up to the Gita, that's it" Salman replied.

Eventually, they decided to stay in the house. With Salman occupying Hafidz's room, and the Gita, of course occupying his own room which he had long since left.

"This is Bang Hafidz's room, you can sleep here, my room is next to this one."

Salman nodded, as Gita was about to leave the room Salman pulled her to remain in the room.

"Borrow a change of clothes?" ask Salman.

Gita smiled and cursed herself because she was prejudiced against her lover.

"Sorry, I forgot. Come here Brother choose his own." Gita invited Salman to walk in closet followed by Salman.

"You must have thought that was not so much earlier, right fitting I pull? What hayo?" tease Salman as Gita opens a closet containing some of Hafidz's clothes.

"Do you want that now?" Salman increasingly teases Gita, especially when the girl looks shy.

"Don't fuck around, brother! Ah, find it for yourself." Gita shuts the door again, not angry but embarrassed, because Salman can read her mind.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry. Find the clothes. I don't like to open other people's belongings." Salman again pulled Gita's hand to find a change of clothes for her.

After finding the clothes in question, Gita did not go out of the room but chose to go out to the balcony, because Salman asked something he had to answer. Is it impossible to get Salman into his room?

Both of them leaned against the guardrail while enjoying the view of the complex road that is not so crowded.

"So my mom and Aunt Sita are twins, so their faces look a lot like, right? If it's not the people close to them they can't be different, but if it's me or Bang Hafidz, it can be different where Mama and where Aunt Sita," obviously Gita when Salman questions the face of Aunt Sita who is very similar to the girl's Mama, the difference if the Mama lover is hijab but Aunt Sita is not, even so they look equally beautiful.

Salman nodded.

"It must be curious why I married my Papa, right?" asked Gita when she saw the face of her lover who seemed to still want to ask, but reluctant.

Gita again tells a little story of his life, without mentioning the disease that Mama suffered and also who took care of Hafidz as a child. For he does not want to tell others about the bad, let it pass and all have forgiven each other.

"Other people can only see from the outside, they think your life as the son of the sultan is always happy, it saves a lot of wounds." Salman summed up all the stories that the Gita had experienced itself before as it is today.

"Yes like that, sister, if I may choose I just want a simple life full of love from both parents, but it turns out my life is not as smooth as the rupiah coffers that flow at all times without constraints," gita Cetus.

Salman pulled the girl on the shoulder, he patted her gently, "All humans have a portion of each other's lives, even we can't choose to be like this or like that. God knows what's best for us" he said.

Gita smilingly looked at the young man who was also looking at him, there was guilt when she saw the smile of her lover, because in her heart there was still another man, although little by little he was already able to accept the presence of this young man before him.

"Why?" salman asked as Gita's gaze turned sad.

"I'm sorry, brother. Why did I protest when Papa told us to get engaged, because I felt so guilty about my brother who really loved me, but me? I even have the same heart Brother, because my heart is still in the contents of another name, although I can already accept the presence of Brother, but still I am evil at all to you, Brother." Without notice the clear circles slid from the corners of the Gita's beautiful eyes, and Salman immediately removed them.

"You don't have to think about it, I'm sure one day your heart will be filled with my name, believe me. I told you, right? Most importantly you stay by my side, right now that's enough." Salman wiped away the tears and hugged his beloved affectionately.

Not unscathed or angry, he is actually sick and wants to be angry, but that's all he put aside, now his mission is to make Gita fall in love with him, because he believes that love will surely grow, because he is sure to grow, though through various processes.

"This is what makes me feel more guilty Brother is so sincere in love with me" said Gita in the arms of her lover.

Salman loosened the hug without letting it go, because he wanted to see Gita's face, "We don't have to talk about it anymore, we'll talk about something else. Discuss our engagement, for example," he said he did not want to make Gita sad.

"Em, okay. But we should take a shower first yes, we will continue to talk later," said Gita who actually wants to release the hug, because he was embarrassed, because he was embarrassed, moreover, they are currently on a balcony that is very clearly visible if there are neighbors passing by.

"Jaudah let's take a bath together." Salman pulls Gita's hand into the room.

Gita stopped her steps when she heard Salman's words, she stared intently at the young man who chuckled instead of being afraid.

"In fact we take a bath together baby, I shower here you take a bath in the next room, right together at the same time means. You mind just going in that direction," he said with a chuckle.

Gita sighed heavily, then came out of the room without a word, because she had already felt that her face was warming up, because again the wrong speech. Moreover, when Salman called him with the word 'honey' it felt so embarrassing.

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