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Almira carried her bag with slow steps, occasionally glancing at Vishnu who walked with her from the side. Occasionally he sped up his pace to find another expression from the man.
Cold, flat, rigid, awkward, sometimes fad.
Almira felt the figure of Vishnu is very unique and difficult to guess.
On one side that seriously can make his guts shrink. On the side of his prank wanted it to feel like he could beat him up in annoyance.
Almira is still struggling with her own mind, feeling confused about what makes Vishnu must be in her life.
A different belief?
Should this all make him able to refuse the invitation to marry?
It's not fair to feel.
His love for a man named Bagus, why be stuck with this stiff man?
Almira's mind danced without end, her gaze straight forward until a hand pulled her back and turned her head.
“Your house is over,” oceh the stiffest man who most made Almira feel upset it beckoned with his head.
Almira looked around him, sure enough he was not focused to be embarrassed to have been blurred so far.
“Why just tell now?” reply Almira felt annoyed mixed with annoyance and immediately turned his body to want to return.
Vishnu could only shake his head and follow in Almira's footsteps again. Looking right and left, the scenery of the countryside was very beautiful and foreign to him.
“I'll be back in town today,” said Vishnu had walked alongside Almira.
“Then?” almira asked not to look.
“I ... will be here again, a week,” replied Vishnu in a careful voice.
“Euhm ... for what?” almira's fishing rod made Vishnu turn and bring himself closer to Almira, quickly the girl pushed and walked quickly.
“What are the conditions to marry you?” vishnu asked like children who asked because they really do not understand.
Almira shook her head feeling very silly, how could the terms of getting married just to not know. With annoyance he ignored Vishnu.
His second step had to be stopped when his father clasped his hands in the yard staring at him and Vishnu who was randomly marooned with mud.
“We are flirting, sir,” said Almira given the nod of Vishnu agreed.
“Ck! You guys, clean your bodies up there. I wait for breakfast,” as late as his father while stepping closer to Ihsan who was washing the car next to his house.
“This is all because of you,” murmur Almira while squinting both eyes towards Vishnu.
Vishnu showed a thin smile, feeling that what he had just experienced was very funny and silly. A consolation he received after years of having to wrestle with the enemy, this time he felt his other enemy. More scary for him.
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“Vishnu,” call from Halimah, mother of Almira made the man who was talking to Ihsan after breakfast turned his head.
Now he is in the yard, accompanying Ihsan heating his car engine.
“Iya, Ma'am,” replied Vishnu immediately approaching.
Vishnu stared at the wise face of his future father-in-law, giving the smile of a mother whom Vishnu longed for all his life.
“Mom can talk for a minute, Son?” ask her in a soft and gentle voice.
Vishnu nodded slowly, feeling very curious as well as agitated.
“You really chose Almira as your wife?” ask Halimah's mother in a voice back slowly.
Vishnu nodded. “True, Bu.”
“You are from the people you are, I know. I'm worried, your family does not accept the figure of Almira as a village girl, Nak,” said Halimah's mother lowered her head in fret.
“Not going to happen,” replied Vishnu with a serious face.
“Alright, I just don't want my daughter to feel marginalized when she gets a rich new family,” added Halimah's mother again with her restless voice.
Vishnu looked down, his life rolled back, a past where because of wealth and power shackled and distanced himself from love and women.
“Our beliefs are different, Mom,” Almira's voice is hoarding.
Halimah's mother immediately turned her head and looked at Vishnu who was immediately given a nod to the man speaking the truth.
“Give us time, Bu.”
Vishnu saw Almira felt unfair, he had said a word that would change his life but why not support instead make this an excuse.
“I'm sorry, Mom. Say my regards to mr.” too
Vishnu said goodbye, overcoming his disappointment by passing from there. Halimah's mother immediately followed Vishnu's steps by pulling the hand of her daughter to help usher in the departure of Vishnu.
“I will come back here to bring my family, Mom,” thrower Vishnu while smiling towards Almira who looks at him in silence.
“Alright ... slowly, we can talk slowly, regarding the belief it is not easy,” replied Halimah's mother patted Vishnu's shoulder like a mother.
“Good, Mom. We excuse you,” say goodbye Vishnu and Ihsan while looking down greetings.
Ihsan immediately ran his car leaving the courtyard, leaving the village. The village where Vishnu received a new family that had been beautifully penetrated the recesses of his heart.
Ihsan glanced at Vishnu who was silent, playing his fingers on his lap. Ihsan could not catch what was being the mind of the flat-faced man who was the boss.
“San, find out a woman named Delia for me,” said Wisnu without looking, his gaze still straight ahead.
“Delia? Isn't she the daughter of your GM, sir?” ithsan looked over and returned to the street.
“Good Indra?” ask Vishnu while looking seriously.
“Beauty Almira for more than a year,” replied Ihsan firmly.
“Work?”
“A young businessman, his family is rich,” replied Ihsan revealing the information.
“Bar waitress that night, who almost hit Almira?” ask Vishnu in an increasingly serious tone.
“He has resigned, sir,” replied Ihsan immediately given a sharp gaze of Vishnu.
“You just let go?” ask Vishnu with teeth.
“You know 'right, your GM power?” said Ihsan with a calm face.
Vishnu breathed his breath, feeling anxious to tear anything in front of him, but he held it.
“You okay?” tanya Ihsan was worried.
“Ehmm,” sahut Vishnu nodded.
Ihsan could only look at her with annoyance, this stingy boss of speech made her die of curiosity. Vishnu who realized it could only smile thinly and slash his back casually.
“Tomorrow to order a wedding dress, bring Ira fittings, I will follow after finishing work at the Hotel,” said Wisnu gave the order lightly.
“She was sniffy and fierce, Sir,” lamented Ihsan exhaled.
“Culik,” replied Vishnu made Ihsan turn his back in disbelief.
“Can-can,” grumbled Ihsan was annoyed.
“Use your intelligence to work,” Jeered Vishnu resisting annoyance while turning his face towards the car window.
“I am smart about work,” protest Ihsan reply.
“But suck about women?” lontar Vishnu scoffed.
“Gosh, just felt the first lovemaking alone was arrogant,” Ihsan was given the subtlety of Vishnu.
The man shook his head, remembering he had been ridiculed too late.
“You fired when?” seloroh Wisnu made Ihsan glare in shock.
“Waahhh .. cruel,” hisses Ihsan feels silly.
“Bring tomorrow Almira to the boutique for fitting any way or ...”
“Iya .. yes,” replied Ihsan snorting.
“Bring me an object called sarong,” lontar Vishnu makes Ihsan look a little surprised and confused.
“For what?” tanya Ihsan then became astonished.
Let my race slowly bind you. Filling the ever-present void ambushed my night. In the back and forth groove of the sense you created, it led me in the dilemma of fighting. (Vishnu)
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