How Matcha Love You's

Probability

“Really?” Malik said he did not expect what he had just heard.

“Iya.”

Malik chose to sit on the edge of his bed. He could not define the feeling he was feeling. There was a feeling of happiness and relief, but behind it was also a stifling feeling. The blessing of his parents is as important as the blessing of the parents of someone he loves, the blessing of Salma's parents alone is not enough. But this was enough to make him hope again.

“Sorry to say this now.but the decision is in your hands, if you are tired, let's face reality together. Let me also try to forget you who have always been good in my eyes.” Salma.

“Can we meet tomorrow?” Pinta Malik's.

“What?”

“I want to meet you.”

“…”

Behind the door of the room, Ms. Siti stood up while hearing word for word what her son said.

Feeling overwhelmed to hear his son crying because of his decision. He knows very well Malik still wants Salma, but he thinks he returns sad and injured while like now it is better than being humbled and rejected again. Given that a woman whose son wants is not an ordinary woman, Salma is not only beautiful, smart, and has a career that is more than her son, but also has parents who are more than adequate. Malik had to suffer like this because he had been born from his womb, Bu Siti also felt sad to know the state of her son now.

“Bu, what.” Sarah asked when she saw that Ms. Siti looked so focused on listening to something from behind the door of Malik's room.

“Tsutt.” Ms. Siti asked Sarah not to continue her speech.

Sarah chose to walk away from her mother.

After Salma finished calling, she went back to Nanda and Tari who were still in place.

“Thank you.” Said Salma returning the phone to Nanda.

Nanda nodded.

“What will you do?” Tanya Nanda looked at Salma who looked better than before.

“We will meet.” Reply Salma.

“Good.” Nanda momentarily felt relieved, although in fact he was still worried that his friend might get hurt again.

“Good Sal, good luck. I'm first.” Tari said, she felt better when she saw Salma come back more excited.

“Sorry Our dance should involve you.” Salma stopped Tari who just wanted to turn away.

“No need to apologize, we are also friends, so is Malik he also my coworker.” Say Dance while smiling. Although she likes Malik, she doesn't mind that Malik will end up with Salma, because she knows that Salma loves Malik more than she does, there's nothing she needs to worry about. He only needed a little time to be able to completely escape the shadow of his co-worker.

“Iya, thank you for saying that.” Salma also smiled looking at Dance.

‘’’’’

Malik deliberately came early so that he could be calmer and could be prepared to say something right before Salma was in front of him. It was about 10 minutes from the promised time, but Salma was nowhere to be seen.

Malik exhaled slowly, even though this was the case several times he had faced, meeting Salma like a few weeks before, but still this made him nervous, especially this was not the usual meeting. Malik still did not want to see Salma too often, his meeting today just to ascertain what steps he and Salma should take. Does holding? Or really giving up? Although he didn't want the parting he got today, whatever it was, he wouldn't force it. He will accept whatever Salma decides.

A smile was painted on Malik's face as he looked at Salma who was also smiling looking at him. After seeing Malik's whereabouts, he walked over to someone who had been waiting for him for quite some time.

“Sorry, I made you wait.” Salma said as she sat in the chair right in front of Malik.

“No problem.”

“You've ordered?” Salma asked as she looked at the glass of chocolate before her.

“Thank you.” Salma grabbed the glass, then slightly absorbed the drink.

“Sorry Salma I made my own decision.” Malik said after exhaling his breath slowly.

Salma looked at Malik who for a moment looked at himself and then chose to look down.

“What do you think of our relationship? What should we do?” Salma asked still looking at Malik who did not even see him.

Malik raised his head. He saw a female figure that really still made his heart pound.

“I like you, I want to live with you. How about you?” This time Malik looked at Salma.

“I am also so” Reply Salma with confidence.

Malik let go of his smile, he could not hide his happy feelings after hearing Salma who also had the same feelings as him.

As with Malik, Salma also smiled with relief.

“Can I have some time to convince my mom?” Pinta Malik's.

Salma nodded.

“Thank you, I'll try.” Malik.

“Do it and whatever your mother answers please let me know. Don't get hurt alone.” Salma also asked Malik not to hold himself to the sadness felt.

“Iya.”

They were excited and happier than ever. Malik and Salma absorb each other's drinks.

“Salma.”

“Iya.”

“Are you sure you want to live with me?” Ask Malik.

Salma nodded.

“I wouldn't have come here if I didn't believe it.” Salma replies and smiles to see the man in front of her.

“How is our life after marriage? Looks like it's also important for us to think about now.” Malik said, despite thinking about this for a long time, but he could only say it to Salma.

“Hem, there are several options that we might be able to choose.” Salma stirred up her drink.

“What is it?”

Salma was already thinking about the possibility that would happen if she married Malik. First, he and Malik will be together on weekends and holidays because their work is far apart. They keep working each, not much has changed, they are only together in one house when they take a break from work. The second possibility is that one of them has moved, so they can be together every day after work. And the third possibility, Salma had to give up her job and choose to come with Malik out of town.

“I haven't been able to move because I still have a contract there.” Malik responded to the second possibility Salma thought.

“I don't mind all those possibilities, I'll follow your decision.” Say Salma with confidence.

“Wah masyaAllah.” Malik thought to see how much Salma wanted to live with him.

“My salary is smaller than yours. Does it matter if our circumstances later require us to choose the last possibility?” Malik asked again to confirm whether Salma would really accept his decision.

Salma. “If it is indeed felt as the best choice, then it does not matter to me.” Salma smiled looking at the man in front of her.