MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

11. So, Have You Decided?

"Hmh? Ja. That one. It's settled. It's good now."

"O.o..."

"That big motor belongs to my friend. I've returned it."

"He lent you his bike of that type without objection? It's not the kind of bike we can easily borrow from others, loan from so-so I mean."

"Why not? He's a rich kid. His parents even just bought him Ferrari. Therefore he willingly and sincerely loaned his mogenya to me. Because at this moment he is ephoristic. Euphoria on his new car. I'm lazy to care about the moge."

"Oo.so apparently. It's just worth it."

Sentence by sentence is spoken short and toilet only.

Not because he was showing a hostile impression, just because he was indeed characterized as such; a feature that I believe specifically reserved for me when he was dealing with me.

"Just calm. Don'worry. I have no interest in having such a motorbike. My taste is only on the type of motors matic.

I also have no interest in things that smell of sensation. My mother was too much. Valuing me. Like you're never young."

"Oma Laras seems to be expecting you more so..," I deliberately stopped, smiled at the dikulum to see Evita's face spontaneously met. Without continuing my words earlier I believe this girl already knows which way I speak.

He sipped the cola directly in his glass, as relaxed as possible trying not to be affected by my intentions and goals.

Okay to the point, before Evita changes direction towards bete.

"So have you decided? 10 Days I tried to be patient waiting for you but finally today, I can't wait any longer. And here I am, preferring to come to you like this instead of trying to ask through your parents or by calling you directly."

From the top of the lip of the Styrofoam glass, Evita looked at me.

So, well, this girl turned out to be the way she chose to present herself in front of me, the way she faced me.

In no way like Lydia or Sapphira with the impression of being free-handed, this girl seems to take into account.full of calculations, handling feelings, holding back her attitude or speech, she seems to take into account, he did not allow himself to be as thin as Lydia or as blunt as Sapphira.

He who has not been so familiar may never even have a friendship with me in the context of a sister-in-law with her brother-in-law...like that is also the attitude that Evita is showing d at this time.

Nor do you want to try at least pretend to be 'sook close' to me. Not at all. He was still like that, like his attitude during these 12 years in my relationship with my brother-in-law.

Make me feel like I'm on a platform, set in a training center. He's the senior and I'm the junior.

"A 10-day wait is nothing compared to a mother's wait. Who carried her child for 9 months 10 days." Evita mengptimatum, put the cola glass back in the hand on the table. He turned his attention for a moment towards the 2 people who had just come to the empty table on our left before he looked at me again, waiting for me to respond to his words.

He raised both eyebrows because I was still silent with only a look on his face.

We're glancing...

He dared to complain with me; linking the view where the eyes looked at the eyes, straight without blinking. Without a change in expression, without any intention of ending, persisted for a while.

It was as if I was looking at my wife Ranti in front of me...

The first time we met Ranti did not hesitate in looking at my face, into the depths of my eyes. Ranti also dared to complain to me. Without the effect of shy cats or misbehavior.

The soul of a lawyer. Assist the prospective profession that he will do.

The light brown uniform by itself sends a suggestion to anyone who looks at her, to be more aware of who she is who is not like most women, she is an educated and trained woman. Have passed the exam after the exam to become a CPNS and finally appointed as a PNS.

Blushed, he kept blushing.

Thumping, I know he had felt a thump as soon as I saw me standing upright in the emper post office gate earlier.

Even for some time he could not sit quietly in his chair while waiting for me who was ordering, standing in line on the face of the order table before shifting to the cashier table.

At that moment, I silently watched him. he did that attitude; bulging his mouth and exhaling slowly out from between the mouth. Trying to control myself 'behind' my back.

And afterward, the rest, he appeared before me like this. Full of self-control and feelings that produce courage and steadiness, one of them by meeting with me.

"All right." I gave up, blinked, then dropped my back onto the back of the chair still with my gaze towards Evita's face. "I'll try to wait for your answer for 9 months and 10 days. I've been through 10 days, 9 months left."

Not expecting to hear my words like that, Evita for a moment could not cover her shock.

Smiled it. Smiling the nervous movement of his hand that again grabbed the cola glass. Sipping on the contents while he threw his eyes away from me... Put the glass to the table and think for a moment.

Another woman would just pretend to laugh at my sniffle.

This woman decided not to laugh. Just surprised for a moment and thought.

Her pretty eyes just hooked her around the table. Nanars. For then he finally raised his face again, looked straight at me, saying that strangely sounded soft.

"I'm not a bad person and the heart who asks bang Hari to wait for my answer until 9 months 10 days ahead..."

Smiling again, I moved the body.

I slowly put both corners of the elbow onto the table. Cut the two sides of the fingers under the chin, I replied to Evita's gaze deeply.

"Then?"

"I'm..."

Evita's face is very pretty. This girl always looked more beautiful...

Dear God, I dare to be a man who could forget the important late wife I can forever have and look at this beautiful face profile Evita in every minute of every second whenever I want.

He obviously had trouble speaking because I deliberately started to launch, showing off my deadly charm.

As a handsome 175cm athletic man who used to be in college is often referred to many students as the twin of the imported singer Enrique Iglesias, Enrique young version of course.

I'm said to have an amazing face Hispanic almost similar to the face of the Latin male artist Enrique.

It sounded too exaggerated and made me uncomfortable, so I, often just treat each compliment as a last breeze.

But still, in my heart always grateful that I have been blessed God has a face and a good body shape.

The dream of every man.