Let Me Choose

Vionna Intellect

"What do you drink?" asked Vionna while standing up to pour a drink that was chosen by Dr Imam.

"Well, Vio, as long as you don't have coffee" replied the Imam, pulling a chair and sitting next to Vionna in front of his Father and Mother.

"So full-time today replace people?" asked Vionna again, pouring warm tea from the glass teapot in front of her after the water.

"Yes, just like you if you want to go anywhere," replied Dr. Imam without seeing Vionna beside him, inviting the suspicion of his parents.

"Son can you talk for a while, while breakfast is okay," said Dr. Imam's mother while storing the drink in front of him.

"What's wrong, ma'am, just talk" replied Dr. Imam flatly.

"Son, you better get your marriage speeded up, I thought, how?" his mother said Dr Imam invited astonishment and surprise to all those at the dining table, especially Dr Imam.

"What does Mom mean? how come we're just talking about marriage?"

"Son Mom is serious and we have to discuss this seriously, I just ask for some time for the beginning of our conversation."

"Mom, I don't understand, Why is Mom so quick to talk about things I haven't thought of yet?"

"Why Nak? all that must be thought about immediately because I do not want to drag on and now it happens that Nak Vionna is also here still in the holidays why do we not discuss it for the first time?"

"Sorry to me nothing will be discussed for today and also for the matter you said earlier, because I'm already noon, I've had enough breakfast so I'm sorry to leave first." Dr Imam rose up fan finished his breakfast.

"Son! this time I'm serious please listen to Mom, I can't talk to one side alone either Nak Vionna I'm supposed to hold both of you accountable, and at the same time your readiness to get married."

"Have you Mother, I'm late, tomorrow we'll talk about something I don't understand, Assalamualaikum!" doctor Imam got up to clean a little of his clothes and grabbed his briefcase and came out without glancing again at Vionna, to his mother and his father who just stayed at the dinner table.

"Here you go, ma'am, let it go, don't put too much pressure on her, there will be a time" said Vionna to calm her mother Dr. Imam while hugging her shoulder.

"If it is not a little hardened it is difficult to understand all that for your good because if it is too dissolved Mother is worried that something even happens that we do not expect," said Mother Dr. Imam while looking at the face of Vionna.

"Son Vio, are you ready if you get married soon?"

"What do you mean by mother?"

"I'm ready, if it's the best according to Mother and Father what Mas Imam can agree?"

"You don't want to have to agree that you're like a husband and wife, you don't need any other evidence, don't you sleep together every night?"

"What do you mean by mother?" Vionna was so astonished that suddenly his mother Dr Imam spoke like that.

"Mother found your underwear Son in his room My son, is that all lacking evidence?

now I'm asking you, Amwhat does that mean?"

The deg! Vionna felt that last night he had forgotten to enter Mas Imam's room before everything was done Mas Imam himself who reminded and told him to get dressed again before doing something further might finally have his underwear scattered when Vionna returned to her room.

Viona just remembered whether it was worth it to be a confession that she had not done anything?

Or are you made into materials to have a priest? Okay it seems like the road is always open for the problem of conquering a playboy, all only with scattered underwear can also be.

Vionna felt he had to design everything and why it was so easy the road was open for him to immediately have Mas Imam.

"Sorry Mother, all our faults, once again forgive all unintentionally but perhaps our respective charms are so attractive that we forget everything. Actually because it's my fault I want to demand accountability but see the attitude of Mas Imam like that I become doubtful but if Mother supports I am also ready to follow the wishes of Mother and Father," vionna said he took out the first ammunition.

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Read also yes, Aryanti Charm, Let Me Choose, Rainbow Meniti, The Past Of The Presdir, Love Above The Agreement, By Enis Sudrajat & ___________________________________________________________________________