Son-in-law for Mom

Misunderstand

Sometimes love is hard to guess, yesterday hate now miss.

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Since the decision to cancel the engagement and the marriage between herself and Sapphira, Alva has chosen rarely at home. He spent the night outside and went home late at night.

Although previously he also often did that, but this time almost every day. So much abandoned work. The situation made Mr. Yuda often urgency to see the actions of his son.

Safira himself can breathe a sigh of relief, because for him let time bring him to meet his soul mate.

If Alva had only reprimanded Sapphira once in a while, since the annulment he had never rebuked the girl again. Even the man seemed to be evading.

The change was noticed by Safira. Unlike Tyo who can give him comfort, Alva is the opposite. At first he thought the man would behave more sweetly, after he decided to follow his wish to thwart the plan. But Alva is getting more and more confused.

"Mas Tyo, if I go back to the village about the same mother can't ya?" safira asked when Tyo stopped by the cafe that afternoon. The man in front of him questioned why he suddenly wanted to return to the village.

"It's okay, Mom. I just want to stay there. I ...."

"Hindu the aroma of rice fields, longing to run around in the tardy? I do, don't I?" cut Tyo smiling. The girl nodded back at the smile of the man in front of her.

"You better go talk to mom, I think she'll let me. Origin ...."

"What's the matter, Mom?"

"Originally you are there activities," he explained. Back he nodded. As they chatted with each other, from the direction of Alva's own entrance cafe. When he saw his brother with Sapphira. Instantly he came back out. It did not escape the sight of both.

"Mas Alva why?" ask Safira to Tyo. The man shrugged his shoulders and followed his sister.

Alva was just about to get in the car when her shoulder was patted by her sister.

"Why you?"

"It's okay, brother!" answer's indifferent.

"If not why, why go outside?" cyco Tyo.

Alva restored her hair and then shook her head.

"Why didn't you come home last night?"

The younger brother reluctantly replied, he just stared at Tyo for a while then entered the car and drove away.

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Two days Alva was lying in the room. Fever makes him unable to do activities as usual. That day Mbok Mirah permission not to work. Practically everything about cooking was taken over by Safira. Even so he is not allowed to be too busy in the kitchen by Miss Santi.

Like this morning, a sandwich filled with bacon and cheese is ready at the dinner table to be enjoyed.

"I love your sandwich, Safira!" tyo ended his breakfast. It was done by both of his parents. The beautiful girl simply smiled in response.

"Mother, can I just go back to the village?" he asked with a pleading face, as Ms. Santi was about to leave the dining table. With a sigh the woman asked, "are you sure you live there?"

Quickly he nodded convincingly.

"I can go back to teaching kids how to paint, opening a small pastry shop there too ...."

"Can play around in the rice field rods," cut Tyo to a smile staring at the girl. Seeing Safira's desire that could not be prevented, finally Bu Santi nodded in agreement.

"When are you going? How about that cafe here? It's all yours." Mr. Yuda asked. Santi looked at Safira. The girl had planned everything well. He would visit the cafe once a month to control everything. As for everyday, he had entrusted one of his employees.

"OK, so when do you leave?" The same question was asked by Ms. Santi.

"Tomorrow, can you, ma'am?"

"could. Now you can prepare what you want to bring, so that later delivered the driver ...."

"I'll take you, Mom!" cetus Tyo was then greeted by a nod of the mother. Soon they all went to their offices.

The girl cleaned the dining table and kitchen before leaving for the cafe. In the midst of his activities he remembered Alva who was sick in his room.

Rushing Safira made a sandwich not to forget the warm lemon tea for the man. Although lately Alva's attitude did not soften on him, it did not make Safira do the same to Alva.

For him Alva is still a good man even though he looks haughty even annoying. But he was sure the man had only trouble expressing his feelings. At least that's what Safira felt.

Not that he did not know, the man did not like when he was close to Deva as well as when he was near Tyo the older brother.

I don't know, Sapphira herself doesn't understand what Alva has in mind. All he knows is that Alva is Santi's second son and almost married to him.

"Lake in!"

He gathered the courage to open the doorknob. His clear eyes caught the man wrapped in a blanket with his hands holding the gadget. In the corner of the room there was a table he saw there were several bottles of alcoholic beverages. Safira shuddered trying to master the situation.

"Mas, here's breakfast." Safira was still standing holding the tray. Alva stood up leaning her body on the bed. The face looks haggard even though it does not reduce his good looks. At first he glanced at the girl. Seeing Alva bare-chested he did not dare to stare.

"Where did I put it?" Back he said.

"Where's Mirah's mbok?"

"Mbok Mirah's permission didn't come today" he explained.

"You can put it here!" He glanced at the nightstand gesturing at the girl. Doubtful he stepped closer, then slowly placed the tray on the nightstand.

After inviting Alva for breakfast rushed over he turned his back to leave, but his arm was held firmly by Alva's sturdy hand. Unable to control himself he fell right on the lap of the man.

Their faces were not spaced apart with eyes staring at each other diving into each other. Without waiting for long Alva pressed her lips then gently pulverized the girl's ranum lips.

Unexpected to happen, Safira tried to escape. However, his strength was not strong enough to move on. He punched Alva in the chest to end his kiss.

The man slowly let go following Safira's wishes. As fast as lightning the girl ran out of the room . Alva smiled triumphantly.

Still with an unusual thump, Safira went into the room and locked her up. The events just now made his heart uncertain. Alva had kissed her just like that without any words.

The girl sat looking in the mirror. His lips and face were still blushing. Really am! Things he never thought of before. There was something different when the man did that. Safira felt Alva was very different. It was so soft as never.

Slowly Sapphira touched her lips, the girl closed her eyes as if trying to keep the incident deep.

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"Safira, are you ready?" Tyo's voice made him flinch.

"You daydreaming? Oi! Don't tell me you're undoing the intention of going back to the village," he pinched the girl's cheek. Safira smiles and follows Tyo towards the car. With a wave of the hands of Bu Santi and Pak Yuda, Safira left the mansion.

Despite having said goodbye to his adoptive parents, and all the workers there he had not met Alva since yesterday morning. The incident made her reluctant and embarrassed to meet. Likewise, the man did not reveal his nose at all.

Safira's fear is known to Tyo, but the man does not know what excites the girl's mind next to him.

"Safira, what's wrong with you?"

"Why what, Mas?" He tried to dispel the feeling of shock after knowing that Tyo had been watching him since. The man behind the wheel smiled wryly.

"You seem to be thinking about something? Say it! What's up?"

Safira shook her head to link her fingers hiding fretfulness. Suddenly the shadow of yesterday morning dancing on his armpit. Sometimes he held a smile biting his lips and then threw a look out the window.

"You haven't met my sister. Does he know you're gone?" tanya Tyo focus on driving.

Sapphira's face looked nervous, quickly she shook her head saying, "no. Mas Alva doesn't know."

Tyo nodded with a smile.

"He was hard. I'm sorry, if he ever pissed you off," he said.

"It's okay, Mom. I understand."

Cars continue to slide to drive the two to the village where Safira was born.

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That afternoon Alva just arrived from the gym. His face looks fresh like yesterday. While wiping the sweat he went to the kitchen to pick up the apple from the fridge. Mbok Mirah has just finished ironing. The woman walked upstairs.

"Mmd!" call him.

"Yes, Mom?" The woman stopped her steps.

"It's late in the afternoon, why hasn't Safira come home yet?"

The middle-aged female's eyebrows clutched, staring at Alva in surprise.

"Why, Mbok?" The man was no less surprised to see the expression of Mbok Mirah.

"Safira is gone, but Mas Alva doesn't know?"

"Go? Go where? How do I not know? When went? Why didn't you tell me?" he did not give his house assistant pause to answer.