My In-law Candidate Turns........
Treaty
At Mr. Matthew's family residence
Mr. Matthew has two sons, the first Marvel and the second Rafael. Marvel continued its S2 in America while Rafael attended one of the most expensive universities in Jakarta now semester 5. Marvel came from America because of the holidays. Today they are having dinner with their family.
" Marvel... How was your study ? " ask Mama Erika after they spent dinner together and now they're sitting in the living room
" Yes that's how Ma... It's easy this year to finish Ma.." replied Marvel.
" When you want to meet your mother with your future wife, want your age son," said Mama Erika again.
" That's it ma.... Marvel doesn't want to think about it first" replied Marvel
" O yes pa..... how is his business papa in the office pa ? " ask Marvel to his dad.
" Yes well Son ..but papa asked later if you have finished college.. papa asked you who take care of papa business. sometimes papa is not strong if too much sitting... That's why you've finished your lecture . said Mr. Matthew
" Yes pa..... Marvel is doing it." said Marvel
" El... What was your college ? you're still the same Sherly ? ask Marvel about his sister.
Yes that's the case.I'm nothing with him. sis " replied Rafael.
Emang in Amrik no pretty girl what...cook my handsome brother can not get a girl anyway.", taunted Rafael.
" He.. nyari girl is not beautiful but use heart also know....
Yes, ... but beautiful is also important, brother" replied Rafael again
O yes.... Marvel was invited to Siska Ma's wedding...?
" Siska....Your ex is in High School....? ask Mama
" Mama...... Marvel has been sincere about him with Hendrik..we Khan was right in three positions from the first ma... I do not want to hurt Hendrik ma...
" Yes mama knows....but.... You do not hurt to come to your ex's wedding ?
" Yes, let alone.ma.ma.kilat...for friendship."
" You have to be strong, you have to move on..... Girls aren't Siska, Marvel
Actually it is difficult for Marvel to forget his memories with Siska..he is so special in his heart.....and worse still Hendrik told him that before he spoke to Siska.
I don't want to ruin this friendship....
Finally you belong to Hendrik.but frankly until now I have not been able to find your replacement Sis.
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The next day at the college after a break
" Tan....
" your tumben went to the canteen...El....
you still curious about girls. ?
what's special anyway? " ask Nathan
"Hey.. tumben kinky you.. already want to come along.. I treat dah.." said Rafael.
" You don't believe me, no matter what the whole canteen I pay as long as it's stomach." said Rafael.
' Lo mode.. if you want a new inget my tract....
," Sstttttttt silent Lo noisy tau...
Elsewhere
" Tik....... What do you eat ? " ask Fitri with the princess
" i'm a meatball......
" OK wait y.." said Fitri again
" H... Can I sit here ?" ask Rafael
"kamuuuu............ What are you doing here ? ask princess
" Hey.....Does this canteen have you ?"
" Yes no. But you want revenge on me. I'm sorry Khan so I ask you not to bother me again... I don't want any more business with you
" if that's why.....?
" You want what.sih....? said the princess again
"You still owe me...... Oye..Denger ya still good thing I did not tell you to change my clothes because you can not buy expensive clothes for me...
" Well what do you want..? ask the princess again
" I want to..kamu temenin me every time I come to the cafe where you work..," said Rafael.
" I can't.......
Uh there is Rafael.." said Fitri. came while carrying two bowls of meatballs.
" Tik .. Do you know Rafael ? " ask Fitri again
" No. I don't know..
let's eat ...." said the princess
" Anyway you have to follow my will whatever it is I don't want to know.." said Rafael as he left.
" Tik...why the arrogant boy ngancem Lo..," asked Fitri.
" It is not important Fit.we eat only.
" You have to be careful Lo yes same him..he can do anything....I'm a friend of Lo. I don't want Lo why-why tik. ' said Fitri.
" Yes fit thanks yes....loe emang my best friend, . said the princess again while hugging Fitri.
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