MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

26. In the middle of the Meeting...

"If you don't have a problem with that, son Hari, I'll support you both. Blessed mother will join your next household trip.

Hopefully one day, Evita can recover from this hobby. Even if the mother herself is on your side, honestly the mother may prefer to think of her as a sister instead of having to marry her."

"Thank you for your mother's support. Frankly, that's what I expected too. Hopefully this is not a permanent thing. But not much I expected at the moment, Mom. I just want to be with Evita. That's all the main."

"Yes, I understand."

"And mother, if Evita had not been telling her all this time..Can I continue what Evita did, do not share Evita's curses with mother? If someday he'll try to talk to me about it."

"certain. Justdoit. Mom will be nothing. Best of all, I will always support whatever steps you two will take."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Yes. I still remember the guy from his office who wanted to date Evita. Cowoq was baiiik and diligently drove Evita home.

The father of the mother apparently used to be one village with her parents in Semarang. It could be said that we are one village with that child. But apparently Evita really does not want to date him. Evita would rather let those men pass, until Hari's son comes into her life."

Nodding a sign of understanding, I looked towards the middle of this 100 square meter garden, trying to remember what I had seen the man when I was stopping by the house of this Oma Laras.

Ah, yes, maybe ever. Meet Evita alone a rare moment, let alone meet one of the girl's friends.

"By the way you already know, Safira was officially dating with a friend of the office that day." oma shifted for a moment the theme of our chat.

"You know, ma'am." Call takjim.

In my heart I want to laugh. In the shadows these days Irfan is as drunk as he is me. Haha...

Irfan is a heavy hit of a Sapphira. I don't know how many times I've seen him look at the picture of Safira's face on the screen on his HP. Staring while smiling smile or searching full of the seriousness of the smiling face of Safira in the photo wallpaper.

It could be that this Irfan rose in rank later to become my sister-in-law.

Wait Fan, this year let it be my turn to edit one of these brothers. You can follow next year.

"Do you know when your wedding date will be, son Har?"

"Ohh, haven't heard anything, ma'am. Has the family got the ancar-ancar?"

"It has. There are some good days that we all want to discuss."

"Oo.ok."

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The family meeting began officially with the opening greeting by the opa Rudi as the host.

There is also Lidia, Al who wanted to present herself, Safira of course and the beautiful girl my favorite, sitting sweet next to me.

Just smiled at me but hasn't spoken a word to me since.

Ugh, make it anxious.

Leaning back straight but relaxed on the back of the sofa chair, Evita seemed to think I was invisible!

Just tried to ignore me who was secretly smiling when opa Rudi told this girl to sit next to me, after she was present later to the middle of the living room.

And even more so, he pretended not to see my reaction as he appeared down the stairs. Already exchanged clothes with stelan that had made me pause for a moment to pay attention blatantly to his appearance.

Suits in the form of a light blue Belted Top blouse designed belt on the waist that makes the shape of Evita's body part that one more look beautiful... Combined subordinates in the form of plain white Straight Pants pants intersected straight, the same size from the knees to the ankles.The type of feminine appearance that actually characterizes the deceased during life, that's why I can memorize the name of this type of stelan Evita.

Seemed confident and not nervous or hesitant at all once put aside sitting near me. I cannot calm down.

Not anything, I have been immediately touched by the feeling of being hooked on passion.seems like I can not stand to see Evita in plain sight in a feminine look...

After the opening greeting, continued the words of welcome from the side there and the party here.

Throughout the start of the event as a result both me and Evita, both of us, were seen in an attitude of mindfulness and seriousness. Forget for a moment another line of thought that is outside the context of the main theme of the discussion.

But indeed the basis of this Primary Day, apparently this man has been so longed to taste Evita again. Although acting focused, as time went on, still every word I heard later seemed to just pass by in the ear.

Because I prefer to listen to the sounds of movement; the rustling of Evita's clothes as this girl improves her sitting position, or the sound of her breath-pulling, or when one day he mendehem clears the throat between the attitude of silence shown.

Whatever sound comes from my girl, my ears seem to be created and function just to listen to it. Not for any other sound so that when oma Laras asked me a question, I could not hear.

"Har," mama rebuked me. I stammered away from crawling Evita's slender thighs by my thighs, towards where mom was. Where is mama? Ah, that's him next to Oma Laras.

"Yes, ma?" Plain ask.

Laughter is immediately heard to see me confused looking for focus. Apparently the chat was being addressed to me with the sound of Oma Laras asking me something. Automatically when I sought legal protection by looking at Evita, this girl grinned stifledly as if mocking my momentary nonchalance.

"His mother if fitting is a long holiday school..," Obviously this girl then in a voice is slowed down, "..bang Hari would like, no?"

"Ooo.." My mangosteen to Evita. But I got a red one on his face. Okay, Day, focus now. So I threw my attention and words at those present... Long school holidays? The holiday is still about 2 1/2 months away. Still lamaaa...! "fit. I agree." Turning to the girl next to me, I asked, "You agree?"

Attention is now totally focused on me and Evita. How the two of us interacted later, several pairs of eyes from around us now pay attention to it more closely.

When Evita turned to me on the left of her seat - we were about as wide as the glass glass in front of us - we exchanged glances in such a way that must have felt the impression of being linked more deeply to the two of us.

Moreover, Evita looked at me through a soft look and almost blushed red face, who was present all of course increasingly find.