MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

14. The After Pilgrimage Talk

Papa had judged the child as not having a high sense of kinship...

But yes, let's see what she will be like so officially married to you and become your wife. I hope you two can finally love each other.

Let's just entrust it all into the child's hands, the future mother to connect your 3 children."

Yuanita and her twin sisters are too young to understand what is going on between me and Evita.

Yuan does understand what the word stepmother means and she has already stated that liking her stepmother-to-be is her own aunt.

But the twins were 4 years old, so I likened their acceptance to 2 like the big brother because as soon as Yuan explained to his younger siblings in their child's language, his two younger siblings could understand. They both stated innocently that they also liked what the sister liked, which was about the acceptance of the sister to their future mother, Aunt Evita.

The faces of the three of them did not necessarily become sad or moody, I considered it more than enough for now.

In terms of this plan to accept Evita's presence in their midst, I just hope that what Oma Laras says is appropriate that young children their age will still be more manageable.

And here we are now, being together around the center of Ranti. Prospective mothers connect with prospective children. Praying, with Evita on the flank of the twins and Yuan. Sapphira on the other side of the tomb with sister Lina, om Simon and wife. And I'm at the foot of the tomb...

The request for blessing has been submitted. Various flowers are sprinkled, followed by a procession of watering flowers and climbing prayers. So the completion of the sacred ritual ceremony menziarahi Ranti's tomb.

It's time to get back to our lives in Jakarta...

Check-out the hotel is still 3 hours, I leave the children to Safira and their nanny and take Evita out of the hotel for a while, intending to talk again this girl. Continuing the conversation that we have started to do in the form of formal talks involving the family, as well as non-formal between the two of us.

Although in fact since the day Evita stated to accept me about 2 weeks ago until today, only 2x I have the opportunity to meet again and talk directly 4 points with Evita.

The busyness in my work plus some Evita activities outside the workday that he has not wanted to liburkan since 2 weeks ago, it is not possible for us to make many appointments.

As a result, the development of our conversation is actually still so-so.

Not to mention the strict prohibition of papa and mama so that I do not often come to the house of oma Laras, this also brings 'influence' restricts my movement. Hehe...

So at this time while given the opportunity, I intend to talk to Evita at least discuss some things that have not been discussed before. After all, it was time for the two of us to get closer and closer to each other, so I guess it's only right that I then steal a little time to be alone with my candidate.

Indeed, the fact that we have known each other for 12 years, but it can be said that basically I have not really been as famous as myself and the person of an Evita. And vice versa, he's against me.

What can we know each other if all this busyness in each household is not possible for us to be able to meet as often as possible even though in fact we all live in the same 1 city?

Plus as it is already known that an Evita all this time is usually just busy with his own world...

"The hell am I judged like that?"

Evita was spontaneously impressed to protest as soon as I described her as earlier.

"You haven't felt that way all this time?"

In this other recent look before my eyes, he managed to get my imagination to wander everywhere in imagining...

How not?

He once again wore the tight shirt, although it was another model than he had worn when he made the move the other day.

White tight Turtle-neck sweatshirt long sleeves made of knit, with 2 bowls behind it that is not quite disguised in shape. Chime subordinate skirt light blue jeans faded along below knee, until it is very clear to show off the legs of the exotic beautiful level - because Evita has the type of skin color like the skin owned by Indonesian singer Shanty - so, it is, what else can the imagination of a man like me do if not direct the mind to... imagine the no-no?

Not to mention the soft fragrance of baby perfume, curls draped in a brownish-colored boat Coffee Brown, silver crescent-shaped earrings on both earlobes.ouchh, I'm 101% sure in the heart, I'm sure, Evita must be at this time is intentional to appear like this just to tempt my manly desires. Trying to draw my attention.

And as I said, it worked.

My imagination had wandered wildly everywhere for even a few dozen minutes and I picked her up to her part of the hotel room across from mine. I.so it's very hard to hold back and think.

"No. Unremarkable. I guess I'm just like Sapphira or Lidia's sister."

No, my pretty woman, you're not quite the same as them.

And may I put a lingering look on your lips, chest and beautiful flat belly?

In order to uphold the values of Susila norms and reputation as a good man who for 37 years I have looked flawlessly, she said, I even pretentious never want to lead my eyes to enjoy the 3 beautiful parts of Evita's open.

Just ignore them, though...

I need to enjoy it.

"Honestly you're not the same as them. There is no resemblance to them. I'm sorry to say that you were your own. Different by yourself."

"Jeez. That's right."

Evita knows now. He couldn't help himself not feeling upset. He's upset. He does not accept being called preferring to drown in his own world. Which may be the cause of her sister Lidia called Nyeleneh, Kind of Kind, doubting Evita's ability to be a good mother.

But it seems Evita does not 'ngeh if the people around her have been judging it with a judgment not good enough he heard in the ear.

"You don't have to take heart, Evita." comfort me, trying to grab the girl's hand on the table, but the girl put her hand back, refused to hold me. Without pulling my hand home, I let the tip of my right fingers remain where Evita's palm was before the girl had her sidekick, speaking to my words just now,

"It won't. I know who I am. I know who I am more myself. I consider myself mediocre. Was fine. Just like Sapphira or Lydia..."

Just to divert feelings, Evita chose to comfort herself by saying that sentence.

Evita shouldn't have sex...

"alright. We don't have to talk anymore."