My President

Former Lipstick

The walls of the room were plain white. There are some parts that the paint peeled off. Aza laid her body on the mattress that had just been replaced by her bed sheet. His eyes looked at the sky of the room.

His thoughts drifted to the man who was the President of Sanjaya Group. The woman smiled back remembering when Aksa hugged her tightly and spoiled with her. The man looks warm, caring, loving, and full of responsibility. Looking perfect, Aza felt unworthy to be with him. Aksa is too far for Aza.

Aza again thinking about the decision he took, he accepted Aksa's invitation to get married. Doubt was still evident in the look in his eyes. Is this marriage going to be okay? Does the man allow his words to make himself happy? Questions ran through his head.

Aza turned off the room lights and tried to close her eyes. Letting his body let go of fatigue. Trying to calm the mind that was confused earlier. Slowly, the night was late. Outside, the sky seemed to be filled with flashing stars.

*****

Trings...

Incoming message voice received. The owner of the phone felt for him, his eyes were still closed, a little difficulty even though last night posel was under his pillow.

Opening his eyes when he met, an unknown number was on his phone.

"Thank you for marrying me, my relationship with my mother has improved. Get up and get ready, I'll pick you up. I'll see you later."

The woman's smile extended across her lips after reading a message from an unknown number. However, he knew who the owner of the number was. Don't mind how the guy can get his number, Aksa is a great guy.

Immediately he kept the number, fondling nimang to be given what name on his phone. Ah, just thinking about it he's been this crazy.

"Name alone, do not use the frills of special calls," he exclaimed before saving the number with the name 'Aksa'.

Now, the woman is ready, clad in a short-sleeved blouse and her flagship baggy pants. Her hair was not braided or tied, but rather stroked because it was still wet. Fear of dizziness if tied up immediately, he said.

Sitting on the porch of his house, waiting for the man while playing a cell phone and occasionally glancing at the streets. Aksa's black pajero car is starting to look faint. Aza put her phone in the bag and stood up, preparing to enter Aksa's car.

Aksa is not alone, the bench behind him there are two people. The car glass opened, the two people behind exclaimed.

"Hayy, future daughter-in-law." exclaimed the man, who was none other than Aira and Keno. Candidate Papa and her mother-in-law. They look happy, it seems right Aksa said this morning, everything has improved when Aza decided to marry Aksa.

"Let's go in, son," pinta Aira. Aza nodded, opened the door, and immediately sat down beside Aksa who was directly driving her car.

"Mama's daughter-in-law is there breakfast?" ask Aira.

Aza became awkward, "Already, Auntie," she replied as she looked back at a glance.

"Hey, Mr. Driver! Why did you just shut up" said Keno to his son who focused on driving the car.

How not upset, since coming out of his house, his father always called him 'Sir Driver' and told him like a real driver. Don't speed, don't play the phone, don't do this, and more. Moreover, Papa and his mother were sitting behind no one accompanying him in front. Huh, Aksa does look like a real driver.

"Stop calling me Mr. Driver" Aksa said.

"No way, I'd rather call you that" said Keno.

"Come down, then, there's nothing to jump on Papa, right?" Aksa instantly gets a pinch from Keno.

"A brash kid" said Keno.

"Ssttt, again there is Aza time yes you guys fuss anyway. Aksa, let's apologize to Papa. And Papa also apologizes to Aksa, do not call Mr. Driver again," said Aira warned the two.

Aksa immediately pulled over his car, he turned around and reached out his hand, "sorry Aksa, Pah.." he said lazily to Keno who was folding her hands on her chest.

"Don't be a rich kid, Pah. Here's his hand." Aksa forced Keno to shake hands with him.

"Papa's sorry, too, Mr. Driver," said Keno chuckling. Aza and Aira also chuckled at it, the two men were very funny and silly.

The atmosphere returned to silence, Aza was confused because the direction passed was not the road to Sanjaya Group.

"To the Mall" replied Aksa.

"Well?"

"Ciyee kepo..." Aza grumbled annoyed that Aksa was joking with her instead.

The car had stopped at the Mall belonging to the Sanjaya family, the four of them immediately got off and entered. Aza felt awkward as Aira clasped her hands, she had never felt this before.

"Tante, why are we going to the boutique?" ask Aza when Aira invites her into Mira's boutique.

"To buy a wedding dress."

Aza just according. Are rich people always like this? Wasting money, but is the wedding dress only disposable, too bad not if you have to buy? Ah, Aza doesn't think about them.

"Well, when do we get married?" Aza asked because it seemed like Aira and Keno were in a hurry to prepare for the wedding.

"The same mom Papa agreed to next week."

"So fast?" aza shouted in surprise.

"What's up, baby? Why are you screaming?" tanya Mira approached Aza and Aksa who were sitting on the visitor's sofa at that time.

"Who, Sa?" tanya Aza whispered.

"Oma Mira, she owns this boutique."

Aza felt more insecure hearing Aksa's answer. All his family came from the upper class, then him? Ah, Aza is hesitant to get married.

"The future granddaughter-in-law of oma is beautiful and sweet" said Mira. The old woman showered a kiss on Aza's face, making Aza's face flushed red due to the thick lipstick on Mira's lips.

"Ah, Oma's granddaughter is now really an adult. Miss you..." Mira was about to cuddle Aksa, but the man immediately hid his body behind Aza.

"Oma, Aksa is big! Aksa did not want to be kissed.." shouted Aksa behind Aza's body.

"Oma just wanted to hug you, you haven't seen Oma for a week" Mira said in a sad tone. Aksa was so sorry to hear, he came out of hiding and hugged Mira.

"Well, gini dong if you're the grandson." Mira tiptoed and cupped both cheeks Aksa, he also did the same thing as Aza earlier. Aksa continued to thrash but he was helpless. Her face was full of red lipstick.

Everyone in the boutique laughed at Aksa's pouting face.

*****

"Clean up the right one, lest my handsome face still have lipstick marks," Aksa exclaimed to Aza.

"Yes, don't be angry. Oma does this because she loves you so much, be grateful for what you got!" said Aza while cleaning Aksa's face with a wet tissue.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Aksa stared fixedly at Aza's face which was only a few inches away. "Za, you're beautiful..."

Aza became misbehaved, again his heart beat fast. Both of his cheeks were blushing.

"I'm lying, don't be misbehaving and stubborn. I heard the sound of your heart" said Aksa chuckling.

"Clean yourself!" Aza threw a tissue at Aksa's face that was still laughing loosely.