I'm a Savings Woman

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The following days Rayhan and Izzah often asked about Devan and Arsha's opinion of him. There is not much Arsha can answer, because the two were not close at all. Arsha just knew, that Devan son hits at the Faculty of Economics at that time.

Devan's presence, it feels like a dream. For what sake, the hell, Devan suddenly came into my life?

Arsha's memories revolve around the past, about college.

I thought I had never been close to her before, especially if I had a special relationship. Why did he suddenly propose?

"Ah, this needs to be investigated" said Arsha while leaving for work.!

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As usual, when lunchtime arrives, Arsha will invite Vita to lunch together.

"Don't dream, deh." said Vita while eating meatballs order.

Vita does not believe that yesterday was the money Devan found Arsha, plus Devanjuga proposed to him.

"It's up to you if you don't believe. Why am I lying." Arsha put the beef meatballs back in her mouth.

"I can't believe it, ah. Some know for themselves Devan's tastes like Sherly, Manda, Bella, who's the slang. Not a house girl like us, uh you're just. I have a boyfriend."

"Have a girlfriend, but not married."

"Again mengumpulin modal dianya Sha. Doain just that."

Arsha chuckles. Vita, his best friend had been dating for five years, if only for motorbike credit would have paid off.

"But if Devan is right, accept."

Arsha gave a long sigh. "Still scared."

"Fear what?" ask Vita.

"Fear it's just a Vit boot."

"If she's lying, she can't possibly find your parents."

Arsha fell silent, sipping on orange juice.

In the afternoon after returning from the hospital where he worked, Arsha immediately returned to his home.

When entering the yard, his eyes squinted when he saw a motorbike parked in front of his house.

"There are guests like him" said Arsha.

I think it's Devan's motor.

Arsha remembered very well, the bike that Devan always used when he was in college. From the end of the world, the sound of his motorbike has been memorized by many girls when entering the parking lot, even with Arsha.

Arsha was also impressed with Devan. Devan's name is so famous, not only looks but also because often shuffled bonceang beautiful women every day. On the other hand, he actively participated in many activities, and certainly where there is Devan, there is a girls dormitory.

And now, all of a sudden, he shows up intent on proposing to me. Weird right?

When Arsha got out of the car, there was a laugh of Rayhan and someone.

"Assalamualaik." Arsha walks into a house where the door is open.

The greeting answers sounded in unison from the two people in the living room. Really, there's Devan there.

"Just come home, son?" ask Rayhan

"Yes, Dad," answered Arsha.

"Many patients?" ask Rayhan again.

"Well, I'll go to the room first, Dad" said Arsha.

Disregarding Devan, Arsha immediately walked into the room.

Arsha tries to remember when and where she has communicated with Devan.

"What is ospek time?" said Arsha who sat on the edge of her bed.

The ospek? Ah, yes .. I remember.

At that time the hall was initially quiet because it was tired of hearing the instant reception excited because Devan came forward as a representative of the new students.

Arsha was once amazed by him. Sometimes if there are campus activities, Arsha often steal a glance at Devan.

Arsha recalls a meatball event in a village, the two chatting for the first time. There were fifty people who were present at that time. Some ride in cars to bring groceries, some ride motorcycles and shake each other.

At that time Arsha was listing the names of sembako recipients, he suddenly failed to focus because Devan suddenly entered. Arsha's position was alone in the room that was prepared for the core committee.

"Where? Is the data ready?" tanya Devan walked towards Arsha.

"A little more, hang on." Arsha tries to refocus, but Arsha is even more incompetent because Devan is sitting right in front of him, despite the table between the two.

"Tumben alone? Usually two of your friends."

"There is no task for each of you" replied Arsha as calmly as possible.

"Necessary help?" Devan looks to be standing up.

"Sit down! Sit again!" Arsha reflexively yells at him and makes Devan seem confused. "Ma-afs. Mending you out, because it will not be finished if you are here."

"Why? My feelings are at all." asked Devan confusedly.

You have disturbed my mind, Bambang!

Because Devan didn't come out, Arsha stood up.

"Yes, I'm done outside." Arsha's getting ready to get out with the laptop.

"Why do you always avoid?"

"Who?"

"You. I got the same wrong of you?"

"No."

"Continue?"

"No reason."

"Jawab first." Devan suddenly blocks out when Arsha will walk past him.

"Jawab first why, I just stepped aside."

Arsha snorted angrily, then sat back down and opened her laptop. "Not come out."

"okay." Devan was also sitting at his place. "But I need an answer to my question."

'Yes because you're too handsome and a playboy. I'm afraid to fall in love with you!'

Unfortunately, Arsha could only say everything in her heart. Because after that only silence happened between them.

The bustling sound from the kitchen made Arsha aware of her daydream.

Arsha rushes to change clothes, then goes to the kitchen. Taking a deep breath when he saw that there were three humans there chatting warmly, while one other person, Arka, he looked indifferent.

Arsha walks towards the fridge, then picks up some water.

"Please make orange juice, son. This is Devan buying dad's favorite fruit salad." said Rayhan.

Four glasses of orange juice are ready. Arsha put down at the table, then he sat down near Arka.

"Drink, son Devan. Arsha-made orange juice is the most delicious, sweet fit," said Izzah while putting a glass in front of Devan.

Arsha just smiled thinly while plucking caramel sponge made by Izzah.

"Yes, it's delicious, ma'am" said the man in the white shirt after sipping several times.

"Well, right. What did you say." said Izzah.

"It's really sweet, as it is made," continued Devan who instantly made Arsha's breath falter.

"Hic!" Looks like my caramel balls got stuck. "Hic!"

"Hiccup you, Sha?" asked Arka who had just fallen silent.

"No-no, Hik! Hick!"

"Nih drink first." said Arka thrust orange juice on Arsha.