Marrying a Mysterious Man

Winning the Hearts of Your Parents

Afterwards, he drove Akash to his home. Edwin drove back to his apartment. While focusing on driving his car, his mind was still reminded of Akash's words this morning saying that Jackson would be leaving with Kalala tomorrow.

“Where will they go?” his murmur was still so curious.

The red light on the sidewalk seemed to light up, Edwin stopped his car for a moment there. Waiting for the green light to come back to life.

In front of the zebra cross there, a mother was carrying some jewelry trinkets. And the mothers came closer to Edwin's car.

“Excuse me, Sir. Purchased the Lord of decorative lights,” said the shabby-faced woman, featuring an ornamental lamp the size of a fist, inside which there is a small statue of a princess also with a white wolf nearby.

Edwin opened the car's glass. “How much?”

“Fifty thousand aja, Mr.”

“I bought two yes, the same, the princess with the little wolf,” said Edwin handed two pieces of money a hundred thousand to the mother.

After being packed, the mother handed the two decorative lights to Edwin. “Master, the money is surplus.” The mother wanted to return one hundred thousand bills to Edwin, but Edwin refused.

“Already, make Mom alone, I bought both for that,” he replied.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you, Mr.”

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At exactly 22:00 p.m., Edwin had just arrived at his apartment, he was resting his body on a soft sofa in the TV room.

Then he woke up again and opened a plastic bag in which there were two decorative light bulbs that were very beautiful.

Edwin smiled looking at him, it seemed like he could no longer deny his feelings for Kalala. He really liked the woman he had known so fiercely.

“Basic Miss Cheetah, why do you feel at home anyway stay in my mind,” muttered her own smiles, while thinking of the fierce face of Kalala.

His pouting face, his sharp eyes, his slightly careless behavior, even his scathing speech. Remembering all that, Edwin's feeling as if he was flying into the clouds.

“Let's just, I'll feel it,” he murmured. “Either he will like me back or not, I have no problem, as long as I can enjoy this taste to him, I am really very happy,” he murmured inwardly, pulling both corners of her lips further widened her smile.

Suddenly, his mind came to a halt in the shadows of how they were kissing that time. The shadow that he had always considered as a sleeping flower.

Edwin took a deep breath, then exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment.

“It was so weird, but it was just a dream, but why did the kiss at that time feel like real yes,” the flow slowly, lay his head on the arm of the sofa, while looking at the two decorative light bulbs in his hand.

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Meanwhile, at Baker's. Tonight, there seems to be someone who is really excited and so happy. Who else, if not Jackson, who is often depressed by his mother.

Jackson had just finished packing some of his clothes into a suitcase.

“Yash! Akhrinya, God sided with me,” murmured inwardly so pleased. Because in this way, the closeness between himself and Kalala will definitely run more smoothly.

“Emh, do I have to bring souvenirs also for her parents later?” muttered. “Ahh, but what souvenirs?” He thought as he pulled the phone out of his pants pocket, fiddled with it, trying to find a good item for his mother Kalala.

In the search for Mbah gugel, he also found some gift recommendations that are suitable for parents. Among them are bags, purses, shoes and flowers.

“Ah, yes, do I bring souvenirs by bag only?” murmured, smiled.

Suddenly, a knock on the door rang out, Jackson turned his head, shouting. “Log.”

It turned out that Asten was the one who came to approach his favorite child.

“You're ready, Jackson?” ask Asten to come closer.

“Hm, yes, Mom, it's ready,” he replied so excitedly.

Asten knitted his eyebrows together, looking at Jackson with a different gaze than usual.

“Great spirit, you. Why?” asked Asten who was so curious to see the happy expression on his son's face.

“Lucky because?”

“Because I can get close to her, Mom. Just wait a minute, Mom. I can definitely bring him in front of dad,” Jackson said earnestly while displaying his sweet smile.

“Mother is still curious, what kind of girl you and your father are. Is she as pretty as Natasha Willona? Or maybe like Nia ramadani?”

“She's not that pretty, Mom. But ...” Jackson was silent, considering how tough Kalala was when talking to him, but behind the tightness of it, Jackson could feel that Kalala was among those who cared and brought positive things.

“But what?” Asten was still waiting for the next speech from his son's lips.

“But he's really special, Mom. That's why my father told me to get it,” he said slowly.

Asten breathed a long breath, then exhaled slowly. “Hm, whatever, I can only pray, hopefully the girl was born from a family and has a beautiful face, so that later, the mother is not ashamed to introduce her to friends, Mother, Mother,” said Asten stood up from his seat, then leave from Jackson's room.

However, before he opened the room door, Asten remembered something he had almost forgotten.

“Jackson.” Call her.

Jackson. “Yes, what's up, Mom?”

“I hope, this time you will not fail. You know ‘kan what you should do in that company? Win the tender, and go home with happy news for us,” said Asten confirmed.

Because his departure to Surabaya was none other than business affairs, and this was the second time Jackson was trusted by Baker to win lander development. Although he used to lose, but for this time, Jackson hopes big he will win it.

“Hm, well, Mom, I'm sure, I will definitely win it,” he said with confidence.

“Good, if you're sure like that. I don't want to until you lose and disappoint. You know for yourself, don't you? I hate to see you lose to others,” continued Asten. Jackson nodded in doubt, because he was not 100% sure of his expectations, he could only try his best to give the best for his family, including for his mother to feel proud of him.

Asten left Jackson's room.

The man was now silent on the edge of the bed, contemplating himself, imagining what would happen to him and what kind of rage would strike him, if he were to lose the second time.

“God, I beg you, succeed and launch everything. Do not let, my mother was disappointed because of her hope in me,” muttered her praying while clenching her hands in the chest.

Because Jackson did not want to, the incident one year ago repeated, where, his mother was to silence him for two weeks more, only because Jackson failed to win the tender. And he did not want to hear any more annoying and hurtful words in his heart, when his mother had compared herself to Akash.

“Yes! I must be sure, I am absolutely sure I will win both, I will kick the tender and I will win the heart of Kalala,” murmured with confidence.

He took his phone back, and sent a short message to Kalala who had contacted him at noon to ask about the flight tomorrow.

22.12 p.m

(Besides wanting to win the tender, I also want to win the hearts of your parents—Jackson)

He also sent the message to Kalala via a green chat application. And that message is

as a response to Kalala's question that asked.

13.40 P.m

(What are your goals in Surabaya?—Kalala)

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Seriate...

Ouhai Bang Jack can only, have not been able to get the heart of the girl eh want to dapetin the heart of his parents first.

haha, continue on???

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