MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

3. Evita And Sapphira

"Then another brother-in-law of yours?"

"Evita?"

"Well, Evita is."

The evita? Unknowingly I inexplicably chuckled, "Hehe, that one is a unique type of woman."

"Unique?" Irfan's gaze quietly immediately scrutinized deeper into my expression. But I didn't realize it enough.

"Yep," I nodded. "Other than others. Another compared to his 3 sisters."

Maybe because what I said sounded quite interesting to Irfan or either because then I unconsciously even reviewed the smiles of the dikulum, Irfan who had sharp lawyer instincts as what I also had, Irfan, this man of my best friend subtly listened more seriously to what I was saying.

"Why indeed?" tanyakanya.

"Where should I describe it? She was the kind of woman that would not be easy to deal with. He is like a fish swimming in the ocean, or a bird flying in the sky. Very free-spirited, very adventurous, very independent and almost closed." ... Very adventurous? Yes, just because I had time to know that people in his family often call it active in this formal and non-formal activity. "During know one by one my wife's sisters can be said that Evita is what I do not know so difficult she was in the middle of the neighborhood 2 of our extended family. If there are family meetings, you will only find all their other family members except him. He.busy himself with his world. Haha..."

"Oo.so apparently." Obviously because I was dissolved in thought in the mind of each word I said, I still have not taken heart the way Irfan mangosteen implied his particular meaning.

Plus I said this, "But she's so pretty and tomboyish, Fan."

Irfan's response slightly raised his eyebrows, "Oh huh? Very...beautiful?"

"Very. Prettier than her 3 sisters."

"Including your late wife?"

"Yes. My wife is gentle and patient. Even if he's a lawyer. But if in terms of face, yeahh.indeed my wife is not very pretty."

"You as her husband just said that to your wife."

"I'm just giving a flexible and neutral assessment. My wife compared to her sister Evita, in my eyes Evita still looks more beautiful. Evita with Sapphira or Lydia, stay --"

"-Evita is prettier."

"Yep."

Silent moment.

It's not that I didn't get that particular look of Irfan in the way I was looking at my face. I just don't take my heart.

Attitude, I can still try mediocre in talking with Irfan this. Tone talk? It seems to be ordinary too.

Discussing my wife's brother and sister is basically not so often I talk to Irfan. Maybe never even? Yes, I remember that.

Wife sisters. If only about Ranti one, yes once I have talked to Irfan.

Although friendly since they agreed to open the Law Bureau together, Irfan and I did not like discussing family.

Maybe because from my own side who can understand, realize and sort me this family while Irfan is still single, bachelor since birth. So sometimes the chatter that discusses our family, can not always enter fully into the thinking or the capture of a single person like Irfan.

"I'm curious to see your sister-in-law Evita too."

A few moments later Irfan opened his voice. I took a glance from the client's document on the desk at a glance I was researching, looking at him who was currently sitting on the chair opposite the table. The chair that clients used to sit in while they were consulting me in my private office.

"I have a picture of him in my HP." I leaned my back against the chair, bent over slightly pulling the second-level desk drawer. Take HP out of it. "I happened to find photos in my wife's HP and then some I saved into my HP. Not just a picture of the girl but the others. You want to see, right?"

"Oh, may. Try, mana, let me see you first."

"Wait a minute.let me find first. In which folder is that picture of him?"

"How old is he, by the way?"

"Well, no older than your future Sapphira."

"Hahaha.candidate fuck. Haven't. Well here it is. It's just a photo. If you're saying she's not very pretty like what I said, it means we both have different judgments. Relative."

With a smile on the dikulum again I put HP into the left palm opened Irfan.

"I see i see. Okay, let me look at this carefully first." Starting to observe the image of Evita in the photo, Irfan scolded and nodded his head slowly. "Hmm.ok-okay. The guy looks simple. In terms of face impressed casual profile and it looks quite friendly. If you call her beautiful, she is beautiful. But since this only appears in the photos, it's still hard for me to think of it as more beautiful or not compared to your other two sisters-in-law."

"Yes... Anyway, this is Evita's."

"Okee, I know now."

"Dann's..." Forward slightly leaned to show Irfan another photo in HP, which he still held with both elbows resting on the surface of the table, the tip of my index swiping on the HP screen. "...this is Sapphira, and this is Lydia next to her."

Irfan's eyes immediately stared more focused on Safira. "OW...It's Safira. Seen kyut. Your sapphires are kyut's little language, so cute. Pretty."

"Basically those 4s have a pretty face, Fan. No need to wonder, their father was a former model in the '70s."

Wait, Sapphire?

"Ooo.pantees."

"So that's the story about them."

HP changed hands again and then I just put it next to a pile of paper on the table. In front of me Irfan while half-imagining, squinted faintly as he looked back at my face, "I'm sorry for your Sapphira sister-in-law, Har..."

Bengong, I grinned, "Masa, Fan?"

More than serious and full of confidence Irfan nodded calmly. "He-uh. Maybe because I like cute and childish women. Dislike in women who look strong, as hard as steel, manly or who look mature from their age. That cute boyish girl feels adorable and seductive." Irfan was just saying his own shit.

"Ooww..."

"If you're not with your Safira brother-in-law, if you don't mind, just get to know her to me, Har."

Suddenly gawking at me was quite surprised, "Ha? Seriously, Fan? Are you really serious?"

Smiling knots at me Irfan took his nod, though he casually replied, "Two rius."

"Well, don't expect me. Considering you're the rarest of bahass.oke, forget it."

"I'm really serious" insisted Irfan. Yes, Irfan did start to appear to be serious in front of me. "Who knows. Who knows you don't have a match for Safira, just give her to me."

"Hehee.okelly then. I'll arrange that if it's me and Sapphira not being a match."

"Siip. Thank you a lot."

"What about your age? You're 38 and he's..27?"

"No problem. I never wanted to age. The important thing is that I love and love my women, and of course my women have to be like me."

"Ooo...Sounds so sweet."

"By the way Har, ngg.you try to consider that Evita first."

The evita? Safira's just I have no interest, let alone Evita.

No, there are not 1 of them I care about.

I'm really not looking for a new wife who comes from one of my sisters-in-law.