Lying (Loving In Sepi)

Meet Candidate-in-Law

Two months passed, and the Egy project was in its final stages, meaning that the project would soon be completed.

Not waiting for long, Egy was looking forward to this time. He had promised Nabila to introduce Nabila to his parents.

Egy read the final report of his project given by Nabila, everything went smoothly without any constraints, as if his work also supported him. And yes! Mareka.

"Bil, get ready?" Say Egy while closing the file she reads and placed on the table.

"Where are you ready?" Tanya Nabila was confused who was sitting opposite Egy.

"As Mas promised yesterday, I want to take you to meet with Mas's parents!"

Ow hell! Why does it feel like Nabila is not ready to meet with her parents Egy? The Princess's remarks two months ago sent confidence in her slumping to the lowest level. Become over thinking yourself. He was no longer confident in the status he held now. Should he just cancel?

"Repile..." Call Egy soft.

"Yes Mas?" Answer Nabila nervously.

"Cock-awkwardly?"

"Ah.., I'm not!" Denying Nabila.

"But I saw that you were dumb from earlier. What was? If you have a story problem with Mas, Mas will help."

Pause. "Are we putting it off, huh, Mas?"

"meaning? Delay what?" Ask Egy.

"About what I said, meet"

"Why?" Egy asked quickly, tucked in a worried tone from Egy's self.

"I'm not ready yet." I Nabila lirih.

It felt like Egy's heart had slumped to its lowest point. "That's right! I didn't bring you from yesterday. We should not wait for the project to be completed. In just two months, you changed your mind." Sorry Egy disappointed.

Seeing the look of Egy's keceea, Nabila also became unbearable. Time must be Egy always who bears disappointment. It's not fair to him.

"Do you really want to delay Bil?" Ask Egy gently to make sure.

"I'm just scared of you."

"Fear why?"

"I'm afraid that it turns out I don't match the expectations of Mas's parents, and make them disappointed Mas. Exactly I'm afraid I'm not acceptable!"

"Hey!" Egy clasped Nabila's hand that was on the table and stroked her gently. "Who said Bil? Even if you meet yet, you can immediately think like that?"

"If it turns out that my mind is right how is Mas?"

"Mas himself will go down and beg Bil! I'll keep fighting for you, is that enough?"

Quiescent. Well, there's no harm in trying either. Nabila had never met her parents officially. Egy is good, of course her parents are good too. Nabila encouraged his own fire.

"We try it!" Disconnect Nabila.

Egy smile. "Next week, huh?"

"What should I bring? Let me be ready."

"OK! Not a bad idea!"

...****************...

Exactly a week after yesterday's discussion. Egy actually brought Nabika into her home to be introduced to her parents.

Previously, he had invited Nabila to the salon and malk for a trip and buy clothes. And not Nabila his name if not refuse. Obviously Nabila rejected Egy's request which he thought was ridiculous. He tells Egy not to want most styles in front of his parents Egy, let them see Nabila as it is, and can judge for themselves.

And you know, not Egy's name if you don't obey Nabila's wishes. Yupz, Egy did not mind that, the most important thing is that Nabila wanted to be invited to meet with his old irang alone was very grateful.

Previously Egy had also told his mother that he would bring Nabila to be introduced to Mareka. Surprisingly his mother only said 'oh' and 'iya'. Not wanting to be bad, he just assumed his mother was tired.

And now here is where Nabila is. In front of a European-style mansion. The house is dominated by white paint, and has two floors. At least it was the first impression that Nabila knew when he first saw Egy's house.

Nabila could not imagine how luxurious this house from the outside. Remember from the outside, how inside? It was very different from his house, which was nothing. Even Nadeo's house isn't as luxurious. Instantly Nabila became self-conscious, how inappropriate he was to stand here. He also recalled the words of the Princess last time who said he did not deserve to be with Egy in any way, and that is true, he was not worthy of Egy.

"Cock-awkwardly? Come on?"

Egy's voice managed to disperse Nabila's daydream. Without realizing it, Egy had already clasped his hand.

Nabila's hands were cold, Egy knew the woman next to him must be nervous.

"Your hands are cold." Egy whispered in Nabila's ear. "Yes bugup?"

Nabila. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't nervous. This is his first time. While with Nadeo first, different stories. He was accompanied by Pakde and Bude. And when it was clear he was accepted, because they were fooled, only Nadeo who did not accept it. Ah, why do you think of Nadeo?

"Don't be nervous, I'm always by your side."

Nabila nodded, confirming Egy's words.

"Where do I look?" Tanya Nabila was worried.

I don't know how many times Nabila asked that. Honestly, Nabila is no longer concerned with what is embedded in the tube. Everything is like less.

"Perfect!" Answer Egy.

The vow! For now Nabila does not need an answer like that, it is more of a fight. He wants Egy to correct his appearance.

Egy raised her eyebrows. "Why?"

"I'm afraid! I don't feel good!"

"You're just nervous."

Let's say Nabila was nervous, but he wasn't! Fear is more true. How can Nabila be ordinary, he and Egy are very different like heaven and earth. It's a dust hanha that's nothing compared to Egy. Deserve the Princess to feel worthy of Egy.

Egy gripped his grip on Nabila, as if he said 'calm down! Everything's gonna be okay'.

Arriving inside the house, Nabila even made gawking with a whole house full of luxury goods. urns, couches, paintings, hordes, and ah.., it feels like the dust that is here is also a luxury follow.

Frankly, for so long in the city of Jakarta, Nabila never entered into a house as big and luxurious as this. It says Cinthya, she's been to Cinthya's house, but not as luxurious as this.

Egy brought Nabila in front of his mother who was on the sofa, definitely waiting for the arrival of Mareka.

"Ma.., this is Nabila." Egy introduced Nabila, and Nabila just smiled awkwardly.

How did Mama Egy react, aka Bu Yura? Come on, guys.