Only One Heart
Husband candidates for Aika
“So, you came here because you want to propose to my child?” ask Marko firmly. The sharp look in his eyes, he pointed at a tall young man who was now sitting firmly across from his living room table. Unaffected by the aura of intimidation he displayed. Inwardly, Marko praised the bravery of a self-professed Purna, Aika's best friend since High School. If this morning Purna felt a little trepidation faced with Marcus when asking for permission to apply, then at this time the heart of Purna has been floundering stared at in such a way by the father of Aika. The girl he adored. But do not call him Purna, if not good at closing the nervousness and looks weak in front of the prospective in-laws. So, Purna steadily replied, “Iya, Om.” “What do you have to make my daughter happy and support later?” “I have a sincere love for Aika, and I currently have an income. Although, I still work on my own father.” “Love?” Riko, who had been watching Marko and Purna's interactions, opened her voice with a question. A little surprised by what Purna revealed just now. “Iya, I've been in love with your sister since High School,” Purna replied in formal language. In the heart of praying, hopefully there is no Aika around there. He is still not ready until the girl finds out about his pent-up feelings. “Previous, what's your relationship?” This time, Marko asked. “We—me, Aika, and Jessica, friendly, Om.” What Marko replied with a nod of his head. He looked at Purna from top to bottom. When viewed from the appearance, finances and in terms of heredity, the young man sitting firmly in front of him is a figure that is close to perfect. Moreover, he was Aika's best friend during High School. Of course Purna already knew the princess as a whole. Marko doesn't have to worry about letting Aika go. “Did you previously have a special relationship, in a sense, beyond the friendship you said?” Purna did not answer. This was the question that most alarmed him. Because in fact, let alone the relationship, express feelings he has never been at all. “No, Om,” replied Purna Sissy. “So you said you loved her?” “I love her secretly.” “Then, how can you dare to propose to my son if you have not had any relationship before this?” “Because, I wouldn't be willing to see Aika alongside other men. And since I know, at the moment he is not in a serious relationship with anyone.” Marko smiled faintly. Once again, the middle-aged man praised Marko's courage and honesty in heart. If some time ago, Marko will ask Aika's willingness to ask for the proposal of every man who came to the house, then not this time. Given that her daughter had already made a deal: anyone who came to propose her, especially this month alone, would accept Aika. So, fine!
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“What the hell, elo Jess! No need to drag too!” murmur Aika. His hand snapped, trying to escape from the strangulation Jessica who gripped her left arm tightly. Dragging Aika up the stairs. “Diem, Ka! Same with me!” Jess said without paying attention to Aika's tone. Arriving at the intended room, Jess forces the sister-in-law to sit in front of the dressing table. Ready to experiment with Aika's face free make up. The pregnant mother also moved nimble towards the tall cupboard that stood firm, attached to the north wall of Aika's room. Looking for clothes that are sweet enough to beautify the sister of her husband. “Oh, God! Elo cabinet really, the contents are all this, anyway?” Jess begins to ruffle the contents of Aika's closet which was originally neatly arranged. The owner of the room glared at his suddenly barbaric manner. “Eh, kunyuk! Elo apan my closet?” Unable to accept the behavior of the sister-in-law, Aika rushed up from the wooden chair she was sitting on and as fast as lightning pulled Jess's body slowly back, then closed the closet rough. The girl's eyes giddily watched her clothes that were helplessly slung on the bedroom floor, the result of Jess's sassy hands. “Elo what the fuck, anyway! My clothes ...”
“Don't bacot much first, deh! I'm looking for a dress or dress for you use.” “Don't be more, deh! Why should I wear such clothes, try? Do we want the president?” ask Aika rhetorically. He began to pack his clothes scattered while mumbling to himself. If Jess wasn't pregnant, she would have been forced to clean up the mess she had made. Damnit damnit! It was always Aika who was the victim of Jessica's usual attitude. This is also because the mother asked Jess to dress her. “This is even more urgent than just the arrival of the president, Ka!” Aika turned her eyes to hear the words of her sister-in-law. He brought a pile of T-shirts and jeans that he had collected in a stretch to the bed in the middle of the room. “Ck! Don't take care of that first, Ka!” Again, Jess pulls Aika's hand, until the clothes she clutches again fall scattered before reaching the bed. Aika looked at Jess growled. Want to be angry but .... “Gue will pick up clothes first in the room. Elo wait here. And don't try to escape!” After successfully sitting Aika in front of a wooden chair without a backrest in front of the dressing table for the second time, Jess left. Leaving Aika with a gawking face, looking at the mirror that displayed a reflection of her. Still half confused about all this. Why does she have to look beautiful? Questions that have not been answered to date. And just to look beautiful, the room became this mess. Yeah, God!
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Aika looked at her reflection in front of the mirror with a gaping mouth. Jess had finished dressing her up, and the five-week-old was now standing behind Aika's body with a proud smile. Stick the results of his work on Aika who this afternoon used as a guinea pig. Well, it can not be said that the guinea pig is also actually, because the results of Jessica's makeup deserve appreciation. Edge, still Aika does not like to be dressed. “Jess, elo what is my face?!” asked Aika hysterically, steady face that was no longer the same as ten minutes ago. “Where? Beautiful, right?” Aika turned around, looking at Jessica fiercely. “Beauty what? I'm like an ondel-ondel like this!” he grabbed the hair that Jess had been struggling to tidy up. “Balikin my face, gak?” “Detach, ah!” Jessica pulled Aika's hand from her hair. “Elo don't be tacky, deh, Ka!” “Elo the tacky. See this,” Aika pointed at her lips are nude, the result of expensive lipstick Jess polish, then her cheeks are blushed on, then her eyelids are given a touch of eyeliner. And all of these beauty tools are Jess's, because there is no way Aika who urakan have them. “Gue so kayak Valak know, not!” “Kalo Valak is this beautiful, people will not be afraid, bego!” “Udah come!” Jessica again dragged the arm of Aika who was not ready to step, more –more with a knee-length dress and heels as high as seven inches loaned Jess, until finally he fell slipping. “Auch, JESS!!!” Aika shouted, between pain and anger towards this suddenly inhuman sister-in-law. Seeing Aika's miserable condition, Jess hurriedly released her grip on the girl's arm and crouched down, checking Aika's legs. “My shoes are not pa-pa. Kan, Ka?” tanyanya's worried. Aika refrains from scratching Jess's face, which now looks worried about her shoes. His shoes! Not Aika. Upset, Aika takes off Jess's heels from her feet and flips them to the corner of the room. “Aika, that's my new shoe that Dad bought from Paris! Just play a throw-and-go! I also got it!” Jess stood up, shaking her waist to Aika. However, it did not succeed in making his sister-in-law feel intimidated at all. “Bodo! I don't want to wear shoes!” Aika stood up. Fortunately his leg was not sprained. He then floated towards the shoe rack near the wardrobe, and took the red flat shoes to wear, in stark contrast to his toska-colored dress. Jess grabs hair frustrated at Aika's style which. “Aika, those shoes don't match!” “Free in this house. usually also I use slippers doang!” And Jessica could only pat the eel hard. Just leave with whatever Aika wants to do. In his heart, he wondered. Which side of the sister-in-law can make a Purnama Aji Paramono can not stop loving a strange girl like Malaika Nareswari?
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