MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
10. 'Religating' Certainty Answer
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Not acting rashly Irfan just let Safira pass by, I walked into a taxi parked in front of the office.
My best friend's man would rather pull my hand and interrogate me,
"That's Safira, right? What was? You and him..."
"not with. But Evita, Fan."
"What?!"
"Evita and I. I'm with Evita."
"You? You received a matchmaking from your family? Seriously? Butwhy? You don't like being betrothed, especially with your own sister-in-law. And you accept it now? Your little sister named Evita? You're really considering that girl?"
"Yes. Correct."
"But why, Har? After you said earlier that plan made you dizzy 7-round-"
"I'm not sure why myself. Well maybe because..."
"...because you like Evita."
"Huh?"
"You have long harbored a fondness for her. Secretly liked it, fancied. That's what I read from the way you were talking about him the other day."
"Haha...
Okay, Fan. But don't mention it for a long time. I just felt like her in-ac..."
"No. Not just at the show. You've liked that girl for a long time. It's just that you haven't met the right moment for you to finally realize fully what you're feeling."
"Ah, time... I'm with Evita very rarely meet-"
"Rarely or routinely meet is not a barrier to your feelings stored for someone, Har. 1x we meet anyone if we immediately feel like, yes like. If you've ever heard the term falling in love at that first sight.
Moreover, Evita is not only 1x you have met. You've known him for 12 years no matter if you rarely or often have the chance to meet."
"Jeez, Faan..."
"Or is my opinion wrong? My judgment is too excessive?"
"Hm... Maybe not."
"So are you going to marry her?"
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Oma Laras. Safira. Even Irfan has. Last Lydia was yesterday afternoon. The 4 of them met and called me to talk about Evita. But the girl herself on this 10th day, there has been no news from her yet...
Still have to think about and consider even longer, Evita Purnama Sari? About when, can I know?
I think I've reached the breaking point in what's called patience.
Although I am a professional lawyer whose type of work requires extra patience skills, which are as great as possible, but in waiting for an answer as certainty from the girl.
I couldn't wait any longer to know the answer from him.
So I decided on this day I would 'benefit' the answer, go straight to the girl where she works after our working hours. Without prior agreement, without any mention to anyone.
Afternoon at 5.10 minutes after patiently waiting but inevitably restless and a little pounding.finally I can see also the girl walked out of the Agency office where she served. Walk swinging light steps towards the vehicle parking lot next to the main office building building...
Sipping the saliva in my throat almost choked I focused on looking at the girl from where I was standing, at the security post of the main gate, because I thought that by standing up close to a young security guard this post could not be Evita did not look into my whereabouts.
Still complete in everyday appearance work; in today's form of a suit Single Breasted Suit in blue dongker color equipped with a dark blue tie and a white shirt on the reverse, the, plus shiny slippery black shoes and glasses minus black KISEKI frame model made of polycarbonate, I was quite aware of the contrast of my look with the atmosphere of the Agency office employees' display.
Men in co-operation among Agency employees returning in medium brown uniforms?
Reluctant to waste time ignoring this, only the existence of Evita in the distance is what I care more about.
The girl was already on her matic motorbike... The matic motorbike and the rider in a black leather jacket and black-pink Retro Butterfly helmet, began to slip leaving the parking area leading to the gate.
Her truly beautiful appearance was dazzling...
Have I really secretly loved Evita for a long time?
Even the black leather gloves, increasingly make the girl look attractive, trendy and stylish despite being in uniform Agency behind a black leather jacket.
A leather glove that only wraps half the hole of his finger. Commonly worn by male motorcyclists, on both palms of the girl, the wrapping gloves look as if they were created specifically for a woman named Evita only.
My attention was still on the glove on the handlebar hand when Evita's motorbike had completely reached the front of the post and stopped exactly sideways in front of my stand; the owner could not cover the shock so 'ngeh saw me, then he turned the ignition key off the motor engine.
This was the first time I was in this place.and also the first time I was given such an interesting sight this time in plain sight.
The young security man took turns looking at the two of us to then advance down a post step greeting and talking to Evita.
"Evening goal, Miss Evita. Here's a guest who came looking for Evita's mom. It's been almost 15 minutes waiting here. Do you know this father?"
Evita took off the helmet from the head, without losing my attention and I was like that to her.
"Yes. Be familiar. Thanks, Trio."
"Together, mom. Please..."
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Is this the first time I also sat alone facing one table in a restaurant K*C accompanied by a burger+cola dish, with a girl named Evita who has even been known for the last 12 years, and come into my life as one of my 4 sisters-in-law?
It seems so.
This is the first time for me and he has met in a situation like this. Want to try to talk 4 points after he objected a little, finally agreed to meet and talk to me in this KFC restaurant I chose. Because it just so happens that this restaurant is right across from the office building where he works.
The situation in the KFC resto is not so crowded because it is not yet time for dinner.
Our table is located quite far from the entrance or counter of the sink, allowing us to feel comfortable sitting face to face even though it is not completely comfortable. Given that Evita and I are in this place to discuss Evita's decision, will she accept me or not as her future husband.
Well, that's the fact.
Evita pinched a small piece of her burger bun then slowly stuffed the piece of bread into her mouth, chewing the same slowly under the gaze of my straight eyes and focusing only on her face, her eyes.
I was comparing the look of the girl in front of me with the eyes of another girl who was blood, but it turns out there are many differences in both eyes, this girl and her sister Sapphira.
Evita's eyes are just as good, but what makes a difference is the outer features of the eye's look. Evita's petals were as fat as a pair of eyes of a man who had just cried. Almost like a blanket, but the damp that this girl has is not from crying for long. Characteristics of the eye.
If the Sapphira part emits a childish flush, this girl in front of me has a sharp and strong impression.
Those eyes shifted lazily from the middle of the room to me as soon as I made a sound asking pleasantries.
"What was that bike you had just entered the workshop?"
