Mr. Security, Marry Me...!!!

10 - Green Light

"Who's Ma..?"

"Papaa...!" The moon shouts when it sees Arman the Papa walking towards them.

Looks like my moon has a variety of traits and behaviors. Alif said in his heart.

"Father, kangeeen!" the Moon hugged Arman tightly.

"Your moon is going to kill Papa!" arman exclaimed his son was hugging him very strongly, making it difficult to breathe.

The moon was just a whimper, then pulled the hand of the Papa joined with Alif and his Mama.

Deg

Alif's heart was beating violently, as soon as he saw who the old man from the Moon was.

So Moon, Mr. Arman's son owns the hotel where I work. Inner Alif.

"Mas, know this Papa Bulan." The words of the Moon are still spoiled on the arms of the Papa. The two shake hands.

"Arman, the Moon's Papa." Looked at Alif's face for a moment.

"Aliff, Sir." Alif as calm as possible.

"Why are your hands so cold? oh, forget it!" kelakar Arman's.

"I'm no stranger to your face, have we ever met?" arman again.

"Hm, I work in the hotel Mr."

"Oh yeah, as what?"

"Satpam, sir."

"WHAT!!" peekkik Arman's.

Never mind that time, Moon asked about the new security guard at this man's hotel. Terka Arman.

"Month, this?" she looked at her daughter to see what she was thinking.

The moon nodded quickly with a smile, Arman could only sigh. While Alif he has cold sweat, it feels his heart and pulse already want to resign from his tenure.

"Are we going to stand still, pah?" holy Tanya opened her eyes.

"Ah, yes.. Papa forgot that in our house there is a sofa ma." The Saint only shook his head looking at her Husband.

They walked up to the sofa and sat there, the Moon sitting next to Alif facing the Papa. While Suci went to the kitchen to ask ART to make a drink and prepare a snack. After all finished Sacred returned to the living room followed ART behind him.

"Let's drink first, must be thirsty for long trips." Suci sat beside her Husband, after his ART finished serving drinks and some snacks he invited his guests to drink.

"Thank you, Aunt."

Arman the Papa continued to look at Alif with an illegible gaze, he traversed Alif from head to toe making Alif more nervous.

My moon is smart to aim for potential ghosts. Arman chuckled amusedly in his heart.

"Don't be nervous, just relax. Now we're at home not in a hotel, so there's no boss and no subordinates." Said Papa Arman, reading Alif.

It turns out that meeting prospective in-laws is more stressful than a job interview. Alif's heart.

"So, yesterday the holiday month of your village?" added again.

"Don't call sir, feel old me. Call Papa like the Moon, it looks like my ears will love to hear it." Arman was accompanied by jokes.

Moon smiled happily, both her parents accepted Alif with open arms.

Yesss...Green light, Bestiiiee. The inner Shouting of the Moon.

It turns out to be true said Mbok, both parents of the Moon so Low Profile. Inner Alif whispered.

"When are you going to propose to my son?"

Uhuukk..

Papa Arman's question was unexpected, making Alif who was drinking choke. Not being sent off just the time to take the Moon he was very grateful. The moon sitting beside him gently stroked Alif's back. Arman and Sacred looked at each other, they smiled at how attentive their Moon was to the man.

"Bah!" whine Moon.

"Why? faster is better, isn't it mah?" ask her to the wife. The saint replied with a smile.

"But Mr. uh Pa. Sa-"

"But what? you're not serious and just playing around with my son?" Arman quickly cut through Alif's sentence, staring intently at the young man.

"Bu-Not the reward,"

Aduuhh, how do you say this. Alif's heart murmured confused.

"Continue?"

Alif breathed a lot of air, then he said. "My parents were just ordinary farmers, our house was just a hut. Papa can ask the Moon what the condition is, in this city I live a small contract, Pah." Alif paused for a moment to catch his breath, staring at Arman and Saints in turn. His heart was hopefully anxious and then resumed his words.

"What Papa isn't shy about having a daughter-in-law like me who isn't from a rich family!" alif said so softly.

This young man is so honest, not ashamed to admit what his life is like. Inner Arman.

"Do you love Princess Papa?" ask Arman.

"I love the Moon very much." Reply Alif steady and firm. There is no doubt about his feelings for the moon.

"All right, you're getting married in two weeks. Bring your parents immediately, apply for the Moon officially." Arman's Word.

Huh!

"Why? the late?"

"It's not Pah!" refute Alif.

"Well ten days, ten more days you're married. Final decision, inviolable." Disconnect Arman with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Father is like a judging." Sacred chuckled hitting her Husband's arm in relief.

"Give me the dowry you can, the Moon will gladly accept, won't you, dear?" this time he looked at his daughter who looked very happy.

"Yes pah, thank you Papa." The moon stood up from sitting walking quickly to approach Arman, dropping down to hug his Papa. The outstretched Holy Hand gently stroked the head of his grown daughter.

"We have blessed you, I ask you, never hurt her heart anything else to make a snap at her. Because we his parents never once hurt him physically and psychically." Papa Arman's.

Arman's words, like a powerful lash to Alif, the Moon's parents were so guarded. But he who was a nobody had already given a scratch to the heart of the girl.

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