I'm a Savings Woman

Tombal

At around nine o'clock the show was over. Devan was about to go home, but Izzah was detained because he wanted to bring the burnt products and a little cake..

"Love to Devan, Sha." Izzah thrust the parcel towards Arsha.

While Nabila, already home first, Rayhan initially asked Arka to drive him. However, Nabila refused on the grounds that he brought his own motorbike, his home was not too far away.

Arsha picked up the package and then came out.

"You're really serious about Arsha?" Rayhan's voice rang out from the terrace, stopping Arsha's move to get out.

"Yes, sir."

"Arsha our beloved daughter. It is not easy to get it first, it takes time and effort until finally he and Arka are present in our lives" said Rayhan.

Rayhan's chest is again crowded considering that before the birth of Arka and Arsha, he and Izzah had lost their little daughter, Zahra.

"Arsha is a very beautiful girl, even the most beautiful to us. If you are together, I hope you will also consider Arsha beautiful, although her physique will change over time. But I guarantee, his heart will still be beautiful, even more beautiful. Because the beauty of his heart is what makes him loved by many people." continued Rayhan.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Arsha is beautiful, sir. From the past, now, even later," said Devan who made a smile engraved on Arsha's lips..

"Neng, make a smile while glaring at the door. It's not Friday night, let's not be together, Neng." Mang Diman's voice made Arsha flutter, aware that his hand was stroking the door.

"Why, Sha?" This time it was Rayhan's voice that made Arsha wrong.

"This is Neng Arsha.... Laghmsmfmmm ...." Mang Diman spoke unclear because his mouth smothered Arsha.

"Diem dong Kek!" arsha. "Let's Arsha teach me ticks again. Arsha will know Vita." whispered Arsha.

"Arsha, pity grandpa. Why is his mouth smothered so." said Rayhan.

Finally Arsha released the provision.

"Neng Arsha tea, kill grandpa huh. Grandpa Teh can't breathe." said Mang Diman.

Arsha lowered her head and clenched her hands.

"There's nothing" said Rayhan as he entered the house.

"Alright if Neng is not so teach Grandpa to play tick-tock." whispered Mang Diman.

"Thank you, Sha," Devan said with a smile.

It's sweet, yes, God.

"Yes." Arsha replied.

"I'm back, yes" Arsha said as he rode on the bike and put on a helmet.

Arsha nodded. "Mmm... tomorrow I'm loose, who knows your brother is also loose."

Devan had asked Arsha to meet her brother.

Devan looked at Arsha for a moment. "Seriously?"

"But this doesn't mean I'm happy, just want to know your sister. And if tomorrow can, I'll decide the place, okay?"

"Have. What the hell can't do for you."

Dih, dreadlocks!

"Yes, I'm in. Be careful on the road."

Devan lifted his thumb, then Arsha turned and walked to the terrace.

"Lho, don't even bring the package." Arsha took the parcel from Izzah for Devan earlier and rushed back to the front.

His intention was to immediately give love to Devan, but his steps stopped when he saw Devan's figure swaying.

Arsha approached while clearing her throat.

"Eh, Sha?" Instantly his sway stopped and he sat back on the bike.

"It's missing." Arsha thrust the package from Izzah earlier with a little awkward.

"Oh, yes, forgetfulness. Thanks." Thanks."

Devan was back saying goodbye while turning on the engine, then drove away.

"So she could've rocked this one." Arsha walked in while mimicking Devan's wobble with a laugh.