Marriage But the Enemy

NTM: 2.4

Secretly, while I stirred the dough mendoan seasoning flour in the bowl, I stole a glance at Mother Citra who was busy preparing her flagship spices. Considerate, before I finally decided to call him. "Mr..."

Kontan, Ms Citra turned to me. Looked at me with a smile. "Dear?"

I bit the inside of my lips. I hesitated at first, but I finally decided to talk about it too. "Hm... Ma'am, can't I just cancel the wedding?"

In accordance with my estimation, her reaction of shock looked at me with wide rounded eyes. "HUH?? What did you say just now??"

I fell silent, looking at him with a split feeling. Half guilty, half not.

"You don't macem, Deh, Re! Your marriage is ten days away. The invitation is ready!"

"But Ma'am, I can't marry Bian!" I held back the crying. My heart began to dominate. I was frustrated, confused, and desperate. Because I don't want to get married. Especially with Fabian Samudra!

My tears are preparing to fall from the eye. Just a little bit I blinked, I'll make sure my cheeks get really wet!

"Somehow, who told you to make a plan without involving me in it? Especially it's about my own marriage. Should you ask me first, do I want to or not get married? Because it's about the future of my life, Ma'am!" I finally threw everything at Mbak Citra. No matter the tears that flow on your cheeks. I'm sad, very sad. Nelose!

Ms. Citra who was preparing to saute seasoning on a frying pan immediately turned off the stove, leaving it just like that to walk over to me. I looked at him with a view I could not understand.

And, at the time when Mbak Citra began to move her lips to say something. The sound of the house bell ringing alerted the attention.

"Cit, that's Om Heri, please open it! Dad's giggling!" Dad's call from the backyard made me and Mbak Citra meet.

No matter how long my tears are on my cheeks. Ms. Citra smiled at me for a brief glance before finally leaving me to meet the guests who were waiting.

After the death of Citra, my mind raved everywhere. The unexpected arrival of Om Heri suddenly made me want to use an idea that I did not want to use. My last stratagem, which could have boomeranged me if I wasn't careful. The biggest idea I have.

Ah, what does it matter. As long as I don't get married, whatever and how I will.

Forgive Rere all. For just this once. This once, Rere wanted to be selfish...

"Let me open the door, Ma'am!" Prevent me as fast as lightning as Mbak Citra turned to walk towards the main door was. I smiled faintly, reassuring him. "Bak continued to cook, yes,"

I saw a glimmer of worry from the look in his eyes, but after a while he decided to trust me. Mama Citra smiled as well. He's nodding. "Jude, gih..."

I returned his smile at a glance before turning around and galloping swiftly towards the door where the guest was waiting.

"Ting-tong!" The bell rings once again. Making my move faster I speed up the rhythm. Then, as soon as it arrived right in front of him. And...

Heri smiled kindly at me as soon as I opened the door. So I let him in and sit in the living room. After asking him to wait a moment, I rushed to make a drink in the pantry.

As I stirred these two glasses of hot green tea, my eyes glanced at Ms Citra who had continued the work I had left behind. From the gurgle, I think Mbak Citra does not suspect me. Although my talk sounded strange.

I smiled knot. Good, I can continue that strategy...

"You make green tea, don't you, Re? Without sugar??" Suddenly Ms Citra turned to me, asking so that I gasped a little.

I then nodded. "Yes, green tea."

"Good," Madam Citra smiled in praise. It made me reply with a similar smile.

Keep in mind, Om Heri and my father are two of the many people detected by sugar disease. As a result, it is obligatory for them to reduce the sugar levels in their diet. Even lately our rice menu was turned into low-sugar brown rice. Well, no denying, the age factor will certainly make the condition of the body and organs change not as strong and tough as before.

"It's no companion, Mommy?" My toot.

"It's just this." Mbak Citra then gave me a plate full of banana sponge made by him yesterday afternoon.

I frowned. "Well, why even given a sponge anyway? Don't you think those gentlemen can't eat sweet, Mommy??"

"Because! The ball is safe from sugar. Kan, Ma'am himself who makes it clinically tested! Hehe," he said proudly, making me grumble.

"Ih, you're ugly that way, Re!" Pinched my cheek until I complained. Akh, my brother's bottom is still his habits haven't changed!

"Jude, there's anterine spit! His guest was dry in his throat. Waiting to make a drink does not come by," he joked. Just made me grunt before finally obeying his word.

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