Marrying a Mysterious Man

Don't Be Rashy

After completing various kinds of food and drinks to be supplied to his aunt Kalala's house, Jakcson also did not forget to bring a special gift for his mother Kalala, which is to buy her a reflection sandal, Jakcson also did not forget to bring a special gift to his mother Kalala, namely, because compared to bags, reflexology sandals will be much more useful.

“Oh yes, your papa likes leather wallet?” jackson asked, as they crossed a bag shop that provided a purse as well.

“My father doesn't exist,” replied Kalala simple.

“Where is it? Work?” asked Jackson, who did not know that his father Kalala was different in nature.

“My father is dead, not working,” he replied.

Jackson was silent. “Oh, I-I'm sorry, I don't know if your papa is gone,” Jackson replied feeling unwell.

Kalala took a breath, it had been a long time even until it had been many years, only someone else had asked her papa. And now, a little in his heart was tucked away in longing for the man who had struggled to make him happy first.

“It's okay.”

“Already done ‘kan?” tanya Kalala switched the conversation. Jackson also nodded.

And as they were walking towards the car park, suddenly the ringing of Kalala's cell phone sounded and felt vibrating in the pocket of her jeans.

Kalala hurriedly picked up the flat object tucked in her pants pocket. And as he looked at the screen of his phone, it turned out that one incoming call was listed from his aunt's number.

“Hallo, Bi.”

“Kalala, sorry, Aunt's phone was dead. Have you arrived at the airport?” bi Nissa's voice from behind the phone.

“Udah, Bi from earlier,” replied Kalala slightly poked her lips because she was upset with her aunt.

“Yeah, I'm sorry, Kalala. Yes, Auntie told Ardian to pick you up yes.”

“Eh, eng-don't need, Bi, I'll be home soon, Aunty kok, so no need to be picked up.”

“Loh, what are you riding? Taxi?”

“Emh, i-iya, there is a friend who nganter. Yes already, I close first yes, Bi the phone, see you at home, Bi.”

The connection was also cut. He didn't want to waste time just because his aunt's question was bound to extend like a railroad. Kalala knows best, her aunt if she had heard Kalala brought a friend, her soul must have thrashed.

“Your aunt huh?” jackson asked, still walking straight almost near their car.

Kalala and Jackson got back in the car. Mr. Ari also returned his car to the house owned by his aunt Kalala.

Kalala fell silent, occasionally glancing at Jackson, stealing a glance.

“Ah, I should just say it here, so that he does not get carried away if later meet my aunt who is fleshy,” muttered Kalala in heart.

“Oh yes, Tuan—”

“Jackson!” jackson did not want to be called Mr. Jackson.

“I-iya, sorry. Oh yes, later if my aunt meets you, do not talk to her too much yes,” said Kalala.

“Why?”

Kalala scratched her non-itchy shoulders, while grinning indistinctly. “Emh, e-nothing the hell, it's just, my aunt the guy always wants to know. Previously I would apologize in advance if my aunt asked you a lot of privacy matters,” said Kalala, explaining.

“Terus?” Now the two look at each other.

Kalala nodded, confused. “No follow-up anyway. It's just, I'm afraid that later my aunt will speak a no-no to you.”

“You talk like this because you worry about me huh?” jackson asked purposely, trying to fish.

“What the hell! Not too!”

“Then, why do you look so worried? What would your aunt say if she spoke to me?”

When confusion answers it. In fact, what Kalala worried most about was her aunt's questions that always numbered a lot about feelings. He was afraid that Jackson would be offended. Because often his aunt gave trick questions. And if he answers wrongly, his aunt will be ready to give advice a thousand nights so long.

Even so, but Kalala also knew, it was all her aunt did because of the great affection of her lips towards Kalala.

“Ah, come on, forget it. For sure if you will answer questions from my aunt, be more careful, or your time will be seized a lot by him,” Kalala added, immediately throwing your face towards the car window.

Both corners of Jackson's lips seemed to be drawn upwards, the man seemed to feel a happy air as both ears listened clearly to word for word Kalala.

“I know, you must be worried about me. Take it easy, I will not be rash to answer the question from your aunt,” whispered Jackson near Kalala's earlobe, which makes Kalala shudder immediately felt a cold hot sensation when the man's breath felt cradled the area of his ears and neck.