I'm a Savings Woman

Tomorrow's Application

Arsha walked towards the room. When you just throw your body into the mattress, the vibrate of the phone is heard.

'Ah, yes, I forgot this one thing.'

Arsha grabbed the phone, her eyes twisting when she saw who was calling.

“Ehem ... ahem!” Arsha cleared her throat loudly when she saw Devan's name on the screen.

'How do I get out a good voice like the two exes? Do I have to take vocal lessons tomorrow to have a melodious voice?'

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Arsha as sweet as possible after sliding the green button.

Devan's voice answered wrong across the street, then asked Arsha where she was from.

“Ha? Not from anywhere, really. Why emang? I smell dry, huh?”

Devan laughed a little. “Mana smelled it here, Sha.”

“Oh, yes!” Arsha patted the eel, forgetting that the signal could not send body odor.

“You're busy?" tanyakanya.

"No."

"May I say something?” said Devan who somehow makes Arsha deg-degan.

“I-iya. Why?”

“You know that every life has three times. The past, the present, and the future. You also know what my past is, but to be like that in the present and repeat it in the future, I'm self-aware that I'm getting older, Sha.”

Devan was heard sighing, then said, “I don't care about your past either, whatever it is. I don't know what I know or not. Since the time I decided to choose you, then all the past is just a memory, and the most important thing is the present and the future when you are with me.”

Arsha heard Devan's speech.

“Sha?" call him.

"Yes?"

"Married to me. Whether it's day or night, light or dark, happy or difficult, I want only you to take care of me until death to pick us up.”

'Don't faint, don't faint, don't faint!'

"Let's forget the past, and welcome the future together. Arsha .. I love you," he continued.

Arsha immediately smothered her mouth with her hands, for some reason it felt like her heart was touched and filled with confidence.

They were silent for a moment.

"Eh, eng-don't."

"Answer if that."

“I-ya. Tomorrow you must apply for me! It's not too late."

"Don't Sunday, late. Tomorrow, I'll take my family to your house tomorrow.”

“Ha?.” Arsha straight off.

“Faster better." Devan

"But-but....."

"Let marriage be with your twin. Yes, see you tomorrow, Arsha. Get some rest and don't dream of me, because it's more handsome in real life,” Devan said before finally saying hello and disconnecting the phone.

The phone screen has turned into a wallpaper with photos of Arsha, Arka, and his parents who are on vacation.

“Ha? Be-sook?”

Arsha's hands and feet suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

'How is this?'

“Daddy ... Mothers... Grandfatherbiscuts.... Brother Arka....! Please!” Arsha ran out of the room.

"What's up, son?" Rayhan looked confused even with Izzah who immediately ran into the living room with his hands full of flour because he was making a cake.

Arka and Mang Diman also approached Arsha.

"A-nu wants it a-nu anu tomorrow, Dad, Buh" said Arsha stuttering.

"Who do you think, Neng? Tea clear or calm first, take a breath .. hold .. hold ... hold ... hold ...."

"Dead dong later Arsha Kek,!" Arsha hit Mang Diman's arm slowly.

The obedient Arsha was told to hold her breath, exhaling it straight away.

"Devan, Dad. Devan's going to bed me tomorrow!"

"Well, what's so sudden, Sha?" tanya Arka looked surprised.

"It's good, son, to get married to you." Izzah.

"Truly, I agree with your mother." Rayhan.