I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

sincere proposal.

The face changed. It's like he doesn't like it. What Devan said about just wanting marriage status.

Meaning then?

Does he think the world is that low, to want to play with a household master?

For him a marriage is a sacred moment once in his lifetime. Want as much money as he will receive from the child, will not make him happy.

Instead, she would have a stamp as a woman who had once been a contract wife. If that's what Devano meant, fake marriage until the deadline specified. After that, divorce. It was a silly thing he would never want to do. Even though Devan never talked about contract marriage. He just wanted to get married, that's all.

Kunia stomped her hand, breaking free from the grasp of a man she thought was increasingly seen as a boy, with all her unreasonable desires.

"You kidding? Married for status?"

"You know what else, I need that status. For sakes?" Devan stopped saying. –There is no way I would say, for the sake of getting a legacy.

"For what? Hey boy– I am indeed your subordinate, but that does not mean you can demean and use me like this..!" The kunia with the waist. "Again, has your grudge against me not been channeled enough, during these three months?"

"You misunderstood."

"Then, explain it so I can digest it well. If not for wanting to demean me?"

The wind still brushed their hair. The blow is getting tighter, resulting in Kunia's hair that is limited to the shoulders, the longer the little flutters.

"You can't answer that, can you? How can you get me married, but your reasons are so unclear?"

Devan's gaze was still on the woman whose age was far enough above Him. Then touch both cheeks.

Degs... Degs...

oi... Oi... Oi... Don't be crazy– what you want to do, huh! –kunia ketar-ketir.

"Say, whatever your terms are. I will fulfill it? Whatever treasure you want, I will give you. Even if what you want is, half of Atala's family's assets."

Dunia sighed cynically, she thought that enough of the man made her even more unacceptable. – really he was being condescending, me?

He also brushed off Devan's hand intending to leave. But at that moment Devan held him back, wrapped around Kunia's shoulder with both hands. Closing from behind. The world was filled with what Devan did.

"I'm not a man who falls in love easily, I can't deny that I don't have any feelings for you at all. But, you...! You made me able to survive, in the midst of the turmoil I'm dealing with right now." He said, –more precisely, you make me feel comfort.

Kuni snorted, she did not understand. What the young man said, could it be a ruse to convince him, and eventually marry the man.

"Mbak Kunti, let's get married. Let's just go, I won't let you down. Please help me, I need you."

No Kunia, what Anwar used to say when he wanted to invite you to knit love. He said he wouldn't let you down. Then actually? (World)

He took off the man's arms, then turned his head back. Found a sincere gaze of the man before him, which Devan seemed to constantly bow his head.

what's that.... Is she crying? His eyes look glassy?

"You?" Kunia wants to touch the eyes that have begun to pool. Then the man turned his face away, he sighed. A little walk away.

"If you say this is too hasty it's true, if you think I just need my marital status, that's true. But I have a reason why I did it. And I can't explain it yet. Ma–" Devan shook his head slowly, "sorry."

Suddenly his heart, so pity. The man was not as big as usual. The apology he said seemed sincere. Of all that makes him more sad impressed, –ahh... I'm sure he doesn't like being called that.

"I need a woman who doesn't look at my possessions. I also want a woman who doesn't really value me because of my looks. And it's all on you." He turned back. Like a magic, when the wind shakes off part of his bangs. The man was more radiant than usual, making Kunia slightly unnerved.

"Let's go through all this, Ma'am Kunti." His words were sincere, making the eyes of the two Worlds condense, "It is not a Contract marriage but a real Marriage, and let us set a promise. I won't do anything until there's faith here." He patted his own chest.

Degs... Degs...

"So, how? Will you marry me?" Devan stretched out his hand and developed a smile. He had never shown such a sweet and sincere smile before.

The girl was still silent, all Devan's words successfully made a clear circle in the two neutrals dripping.

With a beautiful orange tinge in the sky, as well as the wind gusts that control the sun into the contest. The man actually proposed to her.