
"Awwww.." screamed Jo as Sari treated his wounds on the face.
"It hasn't been the screams yet, the father cemen really, anyway." Omel Sari while cleaning the bruises on the man's face.
Sari tries to avoid eye contact with Jonathan. Trying to ease his beating heart. His body stood up leaving Jo, then took the plaster in the medicine box not far from where he stood.
"Son, Jo thank you for helping Sari from nak Radit. I didn't expect Radit to behave like that. Good thing God immediately gave way to save Sari." Said Kurnia's mother, Sari's mother.
"Together, mom. Is it not our duty as fellow human beings to help each other. Sari's my office friend, ma'am."
Said Jo grimacing in pain as Sari pressed the plaster onto her eel.
"Son, Jo just stay here. It's late at night." Tawar Bu Kurnia's.
"Let's go, ma'am. He's a man, a time of fear to go home alone. Yes, sir Jonathan." Jonathan tickles towards Sari who seems to be gently driving her away. He understood that Sari was afraid of being the talk of the people after the incident.
Why am I afraid to look me in the eye, Jo sir. Ah, no Sari, Jo is far from your type. You know you like guys like Akbar. His religion is good, kind and loving. Not a weathered bachelor guy like Jo sir.
Sari tried to neutralize her thoughts. What a man in front of him far from the man of his dreams. But Sari was confused about herself, why she could be stubborn in front of the man.
"Sar" A hand touched his face. Instantly Sari was shocked "Eh .. pak .. why hold my face? Mode huh?" Said the still shocked Sari.
"Heeeeehs... "
"Sir, you better go home now. Not good long here, what the citizens say later."
Jo held Sari's hand, holding the woman's body to continue the footsteps. Sari chose to turn her eyes the other way. Mastering his feelings that began to be unbecoming. Trying to set the heartbeat. He did not realize that the man was in front of him.
"Sar ..."
"...."
"Ehm, please call your parents. I want to pamper. It's not good to just go home without meeting the host."
Sari left Jo who was still standing in the living room. The man again landed his buttocks on the moss-green sofa. His eyes went around looking at the accessories of the house hanging on the wall.
"Son, Jo wants to go home. Don't you just do it?"
"No, Mom, my family's waiting at home."
"Oooh, yes." Mr. Tamrin, Sari's father just nodded slowly.
"Sir, ma'am .. I want to say goodbye."
"You're coming home, right?" Guess mr. Tamrin.
"Can I sit down again?"
"Please, son Jo." Mr. Tamrin invited his guests back to sit on the sofa.
"Mother, father... Sari's in the room first, yeah."
"Sari, this is your guest, son. We're the ones who accompany Jo's son."
"I'm not papa, ma'am, sir. Let Sari rest after the incident she just experienced. I just need to be with my mom and dad."
Sari went into her room near the kitchen. A break? I don't know why he can't close his eyes. His sense of urgency with the chatter of Jo and his parents made him more unsettled. On the bed Sari went back and forth between opting out or staying in the room. His ears were fixed on the door, although he knew that it would not be heard clearly.
"Actually what would Jo want to talk to us about" asked Mr. Tamrin.
"I want to talk about Sari, sir. If mom and dad allow it. I'll take my parents to come in yesterday in one week."
Mr. Tamrin caught Jonathan talking "Would Jo propose to Sari?" Jo nodded, it was not suspected that Mr. Tamrin had understood the direction of his speech.
"If you will hand over all decisions to Sari. Because who will live it, you two."
"Son Jo, I know you're a good man. But for now let Sari think calmly first. Because he had just experienced an event that must have shaken his heart."
"Mommy said that. Kan Sari has not answered anything."
Son Jo, sorry .. we did not reject your application. But now the time is not right. Wait another month or two." Said Ms. Kurnia.
Jo let out a long sigh.His current age has entered 42 years. Throughout the course of his life, he was used to being rejected by women and now he was rejected by the woman's family. Although actually he was also wrong, proposed to a woman at a less precise moment.
"Sir, ma. Let Sari take Jo with her." Said Sari who suddenly appeared.
Sari and Jonathan walked towards the complex alley. Throughout the journey they were silent. Sari did not know what they were going to discuss while the alley gate was still far away.
"Sar; did you hear that conversation?"
Sari just nodded.
"Sorry, sar. Not the meaning ..."
"Sir, love me when I think. It's too fast for me."
"Sar, whatever your answer I receive. My age is not for messing around. I'm looking for a wife not a boyfriend."
"Thank you, future husband ..."
"What did you say? ..."
"Eh, what did I say?" Sari patted Jidat for her words just now.
"I heard you say, future husband? You accepted my proposal."
"Eh...Anu.ini .. I mean the prospective husband for the father couple later. Yes I pray that you become a prospective husband for a woman who receives a father later."
" I hold his words."
"Which words, sir?"
"The first dong. I assume you accepted my proposal."
"Huh!"
Sari patted her lips continuously. He continued to blame himself for not being able to keep his mouth.
"Okay, it's here. I go home first, bye bye future wife." Jo waved his hand as he climbed onto his motorbike. The motor that had been driven earlier was only to take advantage of the time to chat together.
Sariiiiii, your mouth is not guarded anyway. Will be Geer, Jo sir. How about I meet you at the office tomorrow.
Mampus me ...
What I said was completely out of control. I don't think I have any face to get into the office tomorrow. Am I off, huh? Jeez, Tuhaaan Please ... What do people say later? I was a wife of a man in his 40s. Very far, even though my mind is looking for men at most 30 years.
"Iamriss ..."
Sari looked at the voice that came not far from where she was standing.
"Accbar. How are you here?"
"Sar, this is my Rondaku's schedule. Then why are you walking together while carrying a motorbike."
Sari's face immediately reddened "Au ah ... dark" Sari left Akbar who was still laughing at her.
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