Not a Girl Again

Part 1's

"I can't guarantee that there's a man who can accept your flaws other than me."

Rehan said as he sipped the coffee that was in front. He did not care about Naswa's calm face. The man was already certain that one hundred percent of his sister-in-law would accept this proposal.

"Then, what's the problem if no man wants to accept me?"–Naswa sipped his coffee–" I'm fine if no man accepts me. Better not to marry than a thief? Isn't that right, Brother-in-law?"

A flash of Rehan's emotions reached the crown. Naswa's words are as sharp as a katana sword. The man stood up with a red face.

"Based on a cocky woman! We've done it, lucky I want to take responsibility, lucky you didn't get pregnant, first! Now you're rejecting my proposal outright!"

The room with the milk coffee was silent. Naswa smiled calmly. The woman still remembered how the wound was created because the man did not know himself in front.

"I don't like you calling it us. I am you and you are me. You are a loser who takes advantage of the situation. Then, look for opportunities in narrowness! So, please get out of my room!"

***

The house with blue paint looks crowded with several parked cars. Naswa raised an eyebrow at what was going on. Just a step inside, he had been startled by Rehan's presence.

Not staying silent, a demonic grin appeared on that face. The face that until any time did not want Naswa to see again. Although he had forgiven all, but the man did not know himself.

"Good afternoon, Wife Candidate!"

"Curtain!" Naswa was grieving as Rehan began to approach.

"Loh, Naswa's home, all right?" His mother chimed in to make the tense atmosphere melt.

"Yes, Mom. What's up here? Why are there people here?"

"Sit down in the living room with my dad!"

Without looking at Rehan, Naswa stepped into the living room. There two families gathered. Not wrong again, there was already sitting in-laws of her late brother.

"Naswa is sitting here, son!"

The atmosphere of many who had been created turned into silence. Rehan seemed to change the expression that made Naswa even more disgusted. Ah, if only there were no parents here, maybe the woman had already made a facial bruise in front of her.

"The intention of my arrival and Rio here is to propose to Naswa as my wife."

"I don't want to!" Quickly the sentence slid.

Two families frowned at each other. Not understanding the mind of Naswa who wants to waste Rehan. Physically the man has what the woman wants, but the heart of any woman will not like his nature. Too ambitious to justify it all.

"Sir, think carefully!" Naswa tried to whisper.

"I don't want to, sir!"

"It's nothing, Nas. I married you because I wanted Rio to have a guaranteed mother. After Ratna's gone, she's lonely. I think—"

"There's no need to elaborate at length on why you proposed to me!"

Naswa said calmly. "I still don't want to. Without getting married I can take care of Rio!"

As much as Naswa's energy hid the gaping wound. Rehan sighed and shortly afterwards said goodbye to his family. Leaving the tanya atmosphere that is still curbed.

***

"Why not accept the proposal, Rehan, Nas?"

Naswa turned to the source of the voice. His mother approached with a soft-clad face. The middle-aged woman was still a little grieved at the loss of her eldest child.

"Naswa doesn't want to get married yet, Mom!" He answered short and concise.

"When you're 25, why aren't you ready to get married. Almost all of your friends are married. They even have a child—"

"Married it must be ready for inner birth, ma'am. Not who fast he can be, but wait for the right one and it won't come too late."

Naswa got up from his bed. There was a lot he never told his mother. Including about the fateful night, only he, Rehan, and God know.

"Good mom gave up. You deserve to be with all. It's your life."

The middle-aged woman left and closed the door. Naswa stood up and sighed. His mother was not angry, but disappointed. Did he have to be honest about the old untouched wounds that hurt him until now?

***

The warm rays of the sun began to greet the Earth. Naswa is getting ready to go to work. Not long ago waiting for public transport, a horn rang. He woke the woman from the daydream and made her look.

"Ganas!"

Naswa squinted with the call. In the history of his life there was only one person who called him "Hineapple". That person was none other than Aji Mahendra, his old friend.

"Bareng, come!"

Without wasting a chance, Naswa approaches Aji's car. After a long time, everything changed. Including the appearance of the man who is more mature.

"Always okay!"

"Oh, are you married? Where's the guy who's willing to accept your abuse, Nas? I guess there's no."

Naswa scolds due to Aji's taunts. "I'm not married yet. Probably won't marry."

Like being hit by electricity, Aji suddenly stopped his car suddenly. The man was surprised by Naswa's overly relaxed and calm remarks. He narrowed his eyes to see the woman next to him complaining because of being hit by a dashboar.

"You want to die young? Why take me anyway?" Naswa grumbled.

Aji kneaded her temple slowly. "I ... don't understand. Why can you casually not get married?"

Naswa chuckled softly. Fate had forged his life in such a way. Many times on the way up this Earth, that woman had drunk poison. However, the hurt thing was when Rehan casually did something wrong.

"I'm kidding." Naswa said calmly.

All right, Aji relented. The man preferred to be quiet and not interfere too much with Naswa's life. Little did he know that the calmness of the woman beside him had another meaning.

"Don't forget to come to my wedding, huh?!"

Aji handed me the invitation paper. Showing the name Naswa knows. The woman smiled and chuckled softly.

"Ohhh, so someone wants to get married. Okay, congratulations! Samawa, hey!"

Aji smiled and gave a thumbs up for Naswa. The woman passed after saying her regards. The first meeting after graduation actually made the question mark of the man who was still in his car.

***

"Bag!"

The sound of a crypreng with high intonation broke the silence of the office hallway. Who else if not Naswa's friend, Anti. The woman came in contact with a disheveled face.

"What's wrong?"

"Jawab. Did you reject your sister-in-law's proposal?"

The gossip in this office is easy to spread. Naswa just nodded in agreement to make Anti growl tired. There were already countless fingers of men who were rejected when applying for the woman.

"Why, Nas? Even though his widower is handsome. Suamiable, please!"

Naswa laughed in his heart. The woman would rather pass and keep everything in silence. Slowly he entered his room and arranged all the files.

Anti slashing chest slowly. The woman did not know what was becoming the inner upheaval of her best friend. However, he still supports everything Naswa does as long as it is the best thing.

***

"I'll go home, Nas! It's nothing, right?"

"Not to worry. I'm fine, you know!"

The sentence was thrown together with the woman who was still focused on the computer screen. Anti said hello and left the room. The clock has shown at half-eight. Fifteen more minutes maybe all Naswa's work is done.

"Finish!"

Right after Naswa finished cleaning up everything that was scattered. It didn't take long, the woman came out with a bag. A few steps past the pitch path, an arm covered his mouth. The screams do not disturb the tranquility of the night. In addition, a cruel grin was riveted.

***

Aji wanted to curse to see his car tires leak. A shout made the man's Roman feather stand up. However, negative thoughts about the presence of ghosts are dismissed.

Faint in the pitch he saw someone holding a woman. Curiosity makes the man inevitably follow them. Leaving the car still stranded on the side of the road.

***

"Please!"

Half an hour of reconnaissance a shout from the familiar voice made Aji widen his eyes. The shout was unpretentious to the typical laughter of bad guys in ftv. Quickly, the man looked for a gap to see what was happening.

"Don't sell too expensive, miss! You have no price."

Naswa glazed over as a veil she was wearing was clamped to the floor. The woman felt dirty. Especially when Rehan's hand caressed his cheek. His screams are becoming.

"You want more, honey?"

At the same time a blow had succeeded in subverting Rehan. Two unknown men were now looking cynically. Scan from top to bottom.

"Why are you disturbing my peace and the woman of my night?" ask Rehan in flames.

  Tbc.