
...Maturity is not measured by how long you live...
...But how good you are at understanding the true meaning of life....
...By : Rosemary...
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"What clothes do you wear?" kevin is currently choosing the clothes he will wear for the first dinner with Marisa. "It doesn't fit, this one's too formal. Um. well this is good." Kevin immediately put on his long jeans and Dongker-colored hoodie, with a white t-shirt as **********.
Geck...
Geck...
Geck...
"Just in, not in the key." Kevin shouted from his room.
Cclack!
"Kok mama's son was handsome anyway, where are you going?" ask Stella, Kevin's mother.
"Eh mama? Take the dong ma." Kevin replied while showing off his neat rows of teeth.
"Something like mama would have a potential daughter-in-law?"
"Please, ma..." Kevin walked over to Stella, "Great mommy-to-be is pretty, all right again." His whisper was right in Stella's ear.
"Should dong, mama doesn't want to have a ghost candidate carelessly!" stella chuckled.
"Every 86, Kanjeng the queen!" candanya while paying respect to the mother.
Stella ruffled the soft hair of her youngest son, "Based on a bad boy..."
"Oh yeah mommy called Kevin what's wrong?"
"So mama wants to invite you to eat together, you know yourself is only you who nemenin mama eat every day. But if you want to walk and eat outside, that's okay." Stella smiled at Kevin, but could not cover her sadness.
During this time her husband and Kenzo were both busy with their work, and only Kevin was more often at home with her.
"Ehm.. how about if—"
Geck...
Geck...
Geck...
"What's bi?" ask Stella
"That's madam, Aden's home."
"Kenzo? I'll be down later."
"Good mistress."
"Come on Vin, it just so happens that your brother came home. So you have fun just like your future daughter-in-law, there will be your sister who nemenin mama eat today." Stella's face turned bright and took Kevin's arm to the dining table.
"Tumben mama's super busy boy came home without asking." Stella with her sweet smile.
"Just like mom." Answer Kenzo.
"Eh? This who?" Stella looked at Marisa curiously.
"Ooh... it's body—"
"Ma-Marisa madam."
"Well, why call her madam?" Stella frowned and looked at Marisa with a face that was difficult to guess.
"It's me dead...! Was I wrong I called wrong?" inner Marisa is afraid. "Is Muktar's mother more sadistic than her son...?! Oh my God, please let me die with a whole body!" thought Marisa who had been hanging out somewhere.
"Call a aunt, or mama can." Then she smiled sweetly.
"Eh? I'm not wrong, am I?" Marisa looked up and wondered in her heart.
"Lo is not wrong, I'm not jutek like my brother." Whisper Kevin while chuckling.
"Curtain!" decih Kenzo slowly saw the scene before him.
"Yes ma, Kevin the way first yes..fear of kemaleman." Kevin kissed her mother's hand and Marisa did the same.
"I'm saying good to aunt." Pamit Marisa and then go hand in hand with Kevin.
"Honey.. take care of the future mother-in-law yes, do not get scuffed!" stella exclaimed at Kevin then chuckled.
"There's also Kevin under guard." Knock Kenzo.
"What the hell are you, Ken?" Stella sat down next to Kenzo.
"Marisa's a martial arts master, so it's not Kevin who will take care of him but vice versa."
"Good dong, girls today are good at taking care of themselves."
The two of them started the dinner very solemnly.
"Vin?"
"Hm?"
"So my ears are sliwer what the hell? Nyokap lo kok say make sure the candidate ex?" marisa asked with her smiling face.
"Yes, my mother's future daughter-in-law is lo." Chuckles Kevin.
"What?! How come?"
Kevin just laughed without answering Marisa's question again.
"Come on Mar, hunt the kemaleman later." Kevin called Marisa who was just standing beside his bike.
"Eh. oh yeah." Marisa immediately got on her bike with Kevin in her passenger seat.
"Kuy's leaving."
"Where?" Marisa who does not know their purpose also asked first before advancing the bike.
"To KUA." Whisper Kevin.
"Vin... don't joke mulu ah, where is the goal hunt?"
"Yes, I'll take the road first, I'll take the road."
"Ooh, okay."
The black sports bike also drove away from the Kenzo family's luxury home.
Grep's!