Fistfuls

Apartment Kitchen

Nabastala was so bright this morning, but not with the beautiful face of the girl who was struggling in the kitchen, her beautiful face turned sour when what she wanted was unrealized. Because the words of his twin brother at dawn earlier when he was eager to ask permission to the place where the idol lived.

"The girl is not sopa when it comes to men, especially this is still morning. What do you want to do anyway?" Somehow his brother was so possessive at the moment, instead of making him happy but quite the opposite, annoying. Moreover, plus eye glare that pierced up to the trough of his heart.

The gentle young man had somehow turned violent when it came to him and the man he loved. Is it possible that it was all because of that knowing incident? I don't know.

"And I only wanted to make Bang Indra breakfast" the girl said. Throwing Mukena on the bed that she just used to pray together with the brother.

"For the time being there is no need. If you are married, please. Now you better make your brother breakfast" the young man said.

Hafidz's words had a point, too, but somehow he felt really upset. Last night his brother was annoying, now back to act and forbid him to the apartment Indra. Even so, Gita still obeyed the request of her twin sister with her face bent unsightly.

"Why has his face been bent so early in the morning?"

Gita was surprised to hear someone speak, and that person had been by her side for some time. His originally grim face had now changed for a while, his father's face had returned because of someone's arrival.

"Who said? No, it's me smiling." Gita smiled sincerely at the young man who had been standing by her side.

"Can we come in? I don't think there's a bell," asked Gita, not expecting Indra to be in this unit, but the brother said goodbye to jogging, then how did Indra enter?

"So I met Hafidz up front, wanted to go for a jog too, but he said you had a snack and told me to come here. He deliberately did not close the door" replied Indra.

Gita smiles at the young man's answer, but Hafidz is not what he imagined, just look at him giving the two of them a chance to meet.

"Why tinker, hm?" Indra tucked the girl's fallen hair, making the owner meet red.

Gita shook her head, "It's the same Bang Hafidz," she said, there's no way she's telling the truth, she still has shame.

"Udah, early in the morning can not be sprained. He said that if the morning begins with frustration, the whole day will also feel such irritation. The morning should start with a smile, so that your day will be better, let alone your smile that makes your heart melt." Indra smiled seductively when she saw the girl was misbehaving.

"A real chicken? Morning can not be started with a change of cake that, not good." Gita slightly moved away from the young man, because he was washing the vegetables he was going to cook.

"But you like it, right? Proof your face's turning pink." Indra had seen the face of Gita who met before the girl moved away from him.

"Abang! Sana Abang sat down, I'll be romelin again with little boss, if he comes home breakfast is not so." Gita pulls Indra's hand to stay away from him, she is sure that her cooking will not ripen if the young man continues to interfere.

"I'll help you, how?" tawar Indra's.

"Not Bang, you just sit there quietly." Gita knows if Indra is not at all familiar with the kitchen, where can she help him.

Indra according to, he only noticed the girl from the dining table. Every now and then she smiled at the girl processing the food, not knowing what she made for breakfast this morning.

"What you cook I eat" replied Indra.

"Well, I made two meals. One request from the little boss," chirped Gita without looking at Indra.

Indra very well understood, if in the morning Hafidz breakfast with sauteed vegetables are still half-cooked, maybe this time Gita also cook the menu.

"I can take you to Papa's house later in the afternoon, it's okay, right?" ask Indra who just remembered if later had to follow the Opa to meet the client after lunch.

"It's nothing, Bang. Anyway, if it's noon Papa must be in the office. If Abang did not let me go to Papa's own house, or later that night with Bang Hafidz," not unwilling to be escorted by Indra, but Gita pity the young man, but Gita pity him, I'm tired of coming home from work.

"Later I'll drive, I need to talk to your Papa," Indra has assured her determination, if she will ask the girl directly to her Papa. Who knows if luck is on his side.

This time Gita turned her head, looking at the young man for quite a while. "What do you want to say?" tanyakanya.

Indra smiled seeing the girl overwhelmed with curiosity, "Like what Hafidz said last night," he replied.

Gita approached the young man with the results of his first meal, "Abang seriously? What is my college? Nanggung Bang, soon to graduate," he asked, Gita was actually very happy to hear the young man's words, meaning Indra was serious with him, ah yes, must be the young man was serious with him.

"And ask for blessing first, dear, not necessarily also in the blessing for marriage now. If indeed Papa you have approved, then we will think again about your lecture." Indra rubbed the top of the Gita's head.

But suddenly the girl inched closer towards him, hugging herself tightly. "Thank you Bang, I will accept whatever Papa's decision later," he said in Indra's arms.

Indra reciprocated the hug, she hoped that Papa Gita would soon bless them for marriage. She believes that Mama Sinta must have told her about her relationship with Gita, seen from Om Renaldy's attitude that slightly changed with her, not changed into but instead they are getting closer. Perhaps by approaching, Om Renaldy can get to know the young man his daughter loves well. Going back to last year, for sure everything needs consideration unlike last year which ended up disappointing.

"But later if we get married, I can't give you as much as your Papa gives the pocket money, maybe you should save a little, not to over-shopping first, until...." The punch on his back made Indra not scare his words.

"Ish, what are you thinking? I don't mind that Bang, make me so many treasures, so many numbers, the important thing is we can meet daily needs, it's enough." Gita looked at the young man who was also looking at her with a smile full of pride.

Who would not be proud to have a future wife like Gita, the girl who grew up with a sparkle of treasure, but she did not lead her future husband, Gita, even he was willing to live with her who could only rely on the mind without possessing any assets. When compared to the twin sister of the girl alone, she was already far different even very far away.

"I will try to meet all your needs later. I don't want a beautiful girl who grew up lovingly, to suffer with me. So, I'll try my best to make you comfortable and happy living with me." Indra ended his sentence by peeping the girl's forehead long enough.

As for Gita, she was so moved to hear the young man's words. He knows Indra is a little bit unsure about his condition, but for the Gita it will not be a hindrance, as long as the young man is still willing to try.

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