Papa To Kirana

Chapter 59 The Asher Family

I got off the car followed by Alexa. He came up to me, tidied up the collar of my suit, and as usual, his favorite habit was to put a palm on my cheek.

“You ready?”

I nodded steadily.

Then Alexa led me into a magnificent house whose entire building was painted white. My mind wondered, both of Alexa's masters have died a long time ago. So whose house is this?

Could this be her sister's house? But which brother? Alexa has three older sisters.

I stopped walking, and held Alexa's hand.

“Alexa, I want to ask who is this house?”

“This is my father's house. But ever since my parents died, we kids have only used this house for family gatherings. Come on, we've been waiting.”

Alexa pulled my hand again impatiently. During my walk through the house, my gaze went around researching every corner.

I imagine little Alexa playing in this house with her three sisters.

Then we climbed up a flight of stairs, and I found a large framed photograph hanging on the wall near the stairs. I paused for a moment to research the people in the photo.

A family photo featuring a couple with two teenage twins but different sex, one little girl and one toddler girl who was carried by the mother. They wear white clothes.

“This is a photo of your parents?”

“Iya,” says Alexa.

“And I dare bet this is you,” I said as I pointed to the figure of a toddler in the photo.

“Iya. Let's see the picture later. Now, we need to meet with Alan's sister. I'm afraid that if we're late, it will affect your judgment.”

“Assessment?” my ulak who resigned his body in the carriage by Alexa. “What assessment? I'm on an exam.”

Alexa clucked, “You don't know yet, Balin. Brother Alan is very selective in determining the life companion of his sisters.”

We were both stopped at a wooden door with quite elaborate carvings. I saw Alexa's breath gasping. He bit his lower lip to ease his tension.

Again, he tidied up my clothes. Take a deep breath, and extend his hand. I received Alexa's hand. All the members of the Alexa family have been waiting for us behind that door.

But right then, I just remembered something.

“Alexa, wait!” I prevented Alexa from entering.

“Your name is Alexa Salma. Is Salma your family name?”

Alexa shakes, “Not. My family name is Asher.”

I gasped and froze in an instant.

“What? Why didn't you tell me from the first time?” i protested.

“It matters?”

“Asher that's right..”

I couldn't continue because Alexa pressed her index finger against my lips. Asking me to be quiet, not to talk much.

“I prefer my family name Mahendra. Alexa Salma Mahendra's. Better, right? Let's hurry up and get in!”

The problem is I just found out that Alexa is a member of the Asher family. One of the ranks of conglomerate families equivalent to the Irawan family.

My heart was beating suddenly. The cold sweat immediately soaked my forehead. If you know, I'm sorry I asked Alexa's surname.

Alexa opened the door, we both stepped in, and were greeted by the glaring gazes of five people dressed in extravagance.

“Hai, Brother Alan, we are not late right?” alexa said on the figure of a man berewok.

Alexa memeluk tubuh pria itu yang dibalas juga oleh sang kakak. Kak Alan tersenyum dan mengelus rambut Alexa.

“From now on you have to stop hugging your sister like that,” said a beautiful woman who was tall beside Brother Alan.

“Why, Sister Lily?”

“Let your future husband be jealous,” replied the woman while glancing at me.

“That's also if he manages to escape my judgment, darling,” Brother Alan chimed in by waving a spotlight drawn towards me.

Hearing the words dear, I can conclude the tall woman called by Alexa, Sister Lily must be the wife of Brother Alan.

“Meet me Balin Mahendra, his girlfriend Alexa.”

I took one step forward to approach Brother Alan, extending a hand intending to shake. For a long time, my hands were just hanging in the air, because Alan did not welcome my helping hand.

From the end of my eyes I saw Alexa swallowing her saliva violently. His gaze did not shift other than to me and Brother Alan.

But finally, Alan shook my hand. Not serving. More precisely, squeezing my hand. So I retaliated by squeezing the muscular hand even harder.

“Alan,” said briefly.

I researched the face of this person who was going to be my sister-in-law. For a moment I was like looking at Alexa but in the male version with a bushy bustle.

Later, Alexa alternately introduced her brother. There was Sister Lily, a tall and friendly woman unlike her husband.

“And this is Brother Nickolas, husband of the late brother Alana, twin sister of Brother Alan.”

Alexa turns to a man with a mustache and wears box glasses. He held out his left hand which astonished me. However, as fast as lightning he extended his right hand.

“Let's sound familiar just call Nick. Sorry I'm often forgetful that I'm left-handed.”

“No problem, Nick,” said I welcome the hand job of Alexa's sister-in-law.

Then Alexa moved on to Alea and Mirza who seemed very harmonious. Of the five Alexa sisters, I think only Brother Alan is fierce.

Me and Alexa sat side by side on the sofa facing Sis Alan who was standing put both hands into her pants pocket.

“So, you want to marry Alexa next week?” ask Alan.

“Yes, Brother Alan. We agreed there was no engagement. Just go straight to the wedding,” I said in a steady voice.

“But why next week? Why so suddenly? Or maybe Alexa is already pregnant out of wedlock?”

Kak Alan's eyeballs were directly fixed on Alexa's stomach.

Alexa, who feels the center of attention of all her siblings, quickly crosses her arms in front of her stomach.

“Kak Alan,” strangle Alexa. “We can't possibly do such a thing. Balin's a man who takes care of me. Therefore, he wants to marry me soon, Kak.”

“Good then.”

Alan asked me to stand up. He examined me from toe to head. Keep staring while walking around me. I think I am an object of research.

Meanwhile, Nick and Mirza exchanged lyrics and put on a smile. Looks like they're remembering the same incident when they proposed to little sister Alan.

“Balin Mahendra,” said Brother Alan with his baritone voice. “As long as you know, Alexa is the beloved daughter of our late father. After our parents passed away, I assumed the responsibility of looking after and ensuring the happiness of my sisters.”

Alan stopped in front of me. Since then, his sharp eyes have never dimmed.

“If you're married to Alexa, that means that responsibility goes to your shoulders. Are you happy with Alexa? Take care of him and make sure he's not lacking anything?”