Lovely Love

Ideal Son-in-law Candidate

Bradley is no ordinary boy. At such a young age he had already grasped a glorious life. That may have to be achieved decades by most people. That also requires luck.

All of this cannot be separated from the parents. They presented all the necessary facilities, his son lived to run, without struggling, or around the office selling Oxford diplomas. But what difference does it make?

His face is very handsome, glowing white, a blend of Birmingham and Solo. A face that never knows the meaning of dust. Body's ideal. Not a drinker or a wearer. Young people dream of every parent to be a son-in-law.

The usual is only its nature, no different from most young people. If you are crazy about a girl, the muzzle of a weapon is hit!

He had been in love with Nadine since he first saw her picture in the house, and then the intention to propose her. It just so happened that he was looking for a future wife, and his parents did not give any special criteria.

This is the model girl she wanted: Beautiful, educated, and a fringe girl, but not marginalized.

Fringe girls usually don't like to rebel, don't demand much. He only accepts what is given, obedient, submissive.

It was precisely the girl's father who had many requests. He set a high price for his most beautiful daughter. But not a question. The elderly duitan eyes were his morning breakfast.

"Make sure your daughter is willing to be my wife, that's all that matters" Bradley said as Papi made the request. "You want what kind of car to choose at the dealership."

Bradley knew such a father would definitely not be able to persuade his son. Parents rake property there is no price in the eyes of a hard worker like Nadine. 

So Bradley did not bring his mami-papi on the promised day. He just embarrassed them with that big drunkard shit, and it turned out to be true. Nadine did not return home on the promised day.

"You take it easy" said Papi. "Next week will be home."

"Where to go?" ask Bradley harassing.

"Go home, time to go back to the afterlife?" Papi laughed a little.

A joke that doesn't really deserve to come out of a father's mouth.

"Old people like you I see a lot" Bradley said. "The empty bag sounds loud."

"This week Nadine was busy shooting because she got a new contract" Papi said.

"Your daughter's having a break next week, is that it?" Bradley pulled out a large envelope from behind the suit. "This money is not used up for drinking and gambling for seven days and seven nights. But stop your bullshit."

Bradley deliberately gave a lot of money to the old man. He definitely did not come home for days spending money at the gambling table. The house is perfect in its absence. 

Bradley felt sorry for the life in this house. The existence of the man made them lose the spirit of happiness. It is not strange that there are fights every day because the head of the household only thinks about cards and drinks.

Bradley chatted with a young aunt who was his age. He has nothing to do with his family. He was in this house to prove the information about a suitable female figure to be his wife, and it exceeded his expectations.  

Bradley wasn't in that house long. Nothing else works but the girl of the dream. Katrin is nothing more than a money machine that is then confined within it.

Marriage with Om Sastro is just a contract of the womb, at the request of the first wife. Aunt Rini is barren, she needs offspring to continue her dynasty efforts. Then Katrin was selected with a very expensive fee plus all the facilities needed.

When Katrin gives birth to a child, the contract is completed.

Bradley wasn't disappointed Nadine didn't come home that day. A girl like herself is not glared by luxury and does not easily drop a choice. It takes a hard fight to get it.

Bradley tried to approach. Every time Nadine came home from college, she waited at the gate. Every time the girl goes to work, she's ready to deliver. And not discouraged despite always getting rejected.

"I've got a boyfriend" Nadine said that afternoon, waiting for a taxi to go to work and Bradley came to offer services. "Why are you still so reckless?"

Bradley smiles. "It's weird not to have a boyfriend yet, unless God takes a man's eye."

"Don't think I'm interested in your fancy sedan."  

"I didn't ask you to have a crush on my car."

"What do you do in front of the lodge?"

"Introduce you work."

"If you don't need a vehicle, you walk to work?"

"I mean don't need your help!"

"What's usually up?"

"Taxi."

"Suppose this is a taxi. I'm no less cool than a taxi driver?"

Nadine glares. "So the cab driver? The majesty! You should be a garong!"

"Taxi drivers will be garong."

Damn it, maki Nadine in my heart. Never had he faced this kind of young man; ridiculous, slengean, but not auctioning seduction.

He let himself take a taxi, not trying to persuade, let alone force. He can still smile when left like a fly.

Inevitably Nadine had to admit, for this one, her father had a good taste in making choices.

Bradley followed Nadine's taxi patiently.

Usually nimble taxis break through traffic density, chase deposits. The car is very disciplined. Perhaps it was because the driver was old, or he imagined the one Princess Madeleine had brought from the Swedish kingdom.

Bradley felt something was wrong with him. The harder Nadine refuses, the more she falls in love with him. Perhaps because he had never received rejection from any woman. So once someone refuses to make him fall into the snare of love.

Nadine asks for a taxi to wait in front of a magnificent house. He went briefly to see the middle-aged woman sitting on the porch, handed her a package of beauty kits, then came back again and got into the taxi. 

Nadine orders the driver to go to a famous beauty salon in the metropolis, "Gloskin, sir. Take the order."

"Ready, Non," replied the driver.

Nadine looked at the man in the jacket and in the hat wide. "Well, are you a taxi driver? Change fate?"

Bradley smiled broadly. "The driver is old. Pity you keep telling."

"What's his job, right? Who do I tell you?"

"I'm on duty now, Non" Bradley said. "That means telling me. The taxi driver took my car. Don't ask to take you to Goskin, right?"

"Stop or I scream?" threaten Nadine gauntlet.

Bradley smiled amusedly. "How's the story, Non? Just go ahead and tell him to stop."

Nadine looked outside. So irritated, he did not realize that the taxi was not running yet!

"Pay first, Non," exclaimed Bradley as Nadine opened the door to exit. "Main just go."

Nadine asked ferociously, "How much?"

"Two hundred."

Nadine took out two hundred thousand from a small bag. It was in a box near the handbrake.

"It's possible to get money into the charity box" Bradley said. "Not really happy."

The guy was really silly, Nadine grumbled inwardly as she opened the app to order a taxi. Love is maksa!

Bradley just let Nadine stand hot on the sidewalk, not trying to seduce her to ride or bring an umbrella lying in a taxi.

Bradley knew Nadine needed help, but she just let her pretty face burn. That girl must have gotten more stubborn if she came to help!