SIBURUK LOOKS LIKE AISYAH

TALK

What had just been said from Aisyah's lips, suddenly made the faces of the two men in the room.

And of course, with a different expression.

Aditya with a look of disbelief, because when he asked Aisyah to be his wife, she refused outright, and gave him time until tomorrow.

But all beyond her expectations. Aisha quickly answered him.

While Simon-man was, soaring in excitement. Because the attempt to bring down the two people who hate each other, succeeded. Because of his efforts, it was not in vain.

"You're serious, Miss? You want to be Mr Aditya's wife?!" Simon made sure to go back, the words spoken from Aisha's lips.

"Yes. I want to be Mas Aditya's wife."

A smile on the face, looking deeply at Aisyah who was still faithfully putting her feet there.

"I'm pretty sure you'll take it."

"I'm sorry...If it's still for you, wait."

"No problem! Because I'm so sure, the answer must be yes."

Being between Aisyah, and her clumsy Master, Simon decides to leave the two alone.

"Master..Sorry, I'm sorry. There was something else, which I had to work on," said Simon immediately, from his seat.

"You're leaving, Secretary Simon?!" Aisyah immediately asked a question, when she found Simon was about to leave.

"Yes Miss...There was still something else, which I had to work on," replied Simon, with two legs that he set toward the door.

Silence struck the room, after Simon passed from the room.

No one spoke, and now they are both silent. Silencing each other's lips, and bewildered what to say.

The previous situation, both of them were only foreigners, who lived one roof because of the unexpected.

Now the two, confused because of the status of the brand that has been, become a husband and wife candidate.

"Why is the atmosphere so awkward like this? Even I'm such a moron, and a fool! Who doesn't know what to say" Aditya murmured in his heart.

"Until when will he let me stand? Did he not realize? If my feet, it is already very tingling," Aisyah grumbled in her heart.

Silent...And look at each other. Continuing to cast a gaze at Aisyah, in silence, until she found the word as their chatter opener, after a long time her two were silent.

"Why do you keep standing? Are your feet, not tired, from just now on standing?!"

What had just been said from Aditya's lips, seemed like a fresh breeze for Aisyah. Without saying anything, his two legs were directly pointed at a long sofa, and dropped his body there.

When the body was anchored on it, Aisyah immediately massaged her two small legs that felt sore, and it did not escape Aditya's sight.

"What have I done? Having just become her future husband, I've been seen torturing her" Aditya murmured inwardly.

"Your feet ache?!" ask Aditya suddenly.

"Slightly Mas," Aisyah replied with a smile on her face.

Silence struck the two, with silence drowning.

"Bag.."

"Why?!" aditya asked with a look at Aisyah's wonder.

"No! I'm just shocked." Aisyah answered, giving her small smile.

"Uhukis...Uhuk..." Aditya pretends to cough, to ward off awkwardness.

"Two days, I'll have a press meeting."

The face immediately turned away, staring intensely at Aditya after hearing what the man said.

"Get to the press, and introduce you as my future wife."

"Are you serious?!" asked Aisyah, who was getting curious.

"Do I look like I'm making a cudgel?!"

"sorry. I just felt it was impossible, and it was impossible for a man like Mas to marry a woman like me. But you don't know who I am?"

"I already know about you."

Two of Aisyah's eyebrows were linked, hearing Aditya's words that so caught his attention.

"Mommy mean?!"

"Your biological father, he's dead. And then your mother, remarried. And you just graduated high school. Not like your sister Sarah, who went to college. So that man you called Papa, not your real father, and all this time you've had a not-so-good relationship with him. And you used to work at one, a cake shop. Isn't that all I'm saying? And even if you're from one womb, but your relationship with your sister Sarah, it's not going well."

"So I know everything about me."

"Of course, because I'm Aditya Wirawan."

"I don't know what made Sarah hate me. I love him so much, Mom..." Aisyah painted a slight smile, trying to cover up the sadness she felt.

"Hey! Why are you crying?!"

"I'm not crying!" Aisyah gave her smile, trying not to look sad by Aditya.

"Have no sorrow. The light you think is, prepare your mind because you will definitely face many questions from the reporters, and also prepare your physique, because in three days we are married."

"What?! Why is it so fast?!" Aisyah looked very shocked, with what Aditya had just said.

"If you do object, please leave the house, and I'm sure you still know the door to the outside."

"No Mas! No. gabe. All right, we're married in three days."

"Mas.." call Aisyah slowly.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you want to know my parents?! Especially my Mama, she's a very nice person, Mas will definitely like."

"Of course, but after we get married. I must be very eager to get to know my in-laws, especially my mother-in-law. But you, there's no need to get to know my parents. Because I don't need their consent, to marry you."

"It's up to you...After all, isn't your relationship not good either?!"