Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Love in a Tearing of a Scrap

Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

The Part 73

We kept quiet, busy with our thoughts. Mas Damar clasped my hand tightly, occasionally the other hand stroked the back of my hand.

My lips haven't stopped smiling since. Not expecting something as beautiful as this to happen to me, a few months ago, Mas Damar was a figure that only I could admire, and this afternoon he proposed to me, asking me to be his wife, mother to Heaven and her future children.

While we were still both silent, an unusual sound was heard. I immediately sat up straight, staring at Mas Damar who was currently scratching his head and grinning indistinctly. Seeing the looks that were so embarrassed made me instantly stupefied.

"Mas Damar laper?" I'm in a laugh.

The man nodded, "I only ate on the plane last night, until here was not the thought of eating, want to see you first," he explained with a face? ah, I don't know adorable.

"Yes, let's go masakin!" take me along while pulling him inside.

Mas Damar I told you to sit next to the dining table. While I see the supplies of materials that exist.

"Mas, it's just there's going to be the same tempeh, the vegetables are not there, want to eat sambel pengetan not?" tawalku who hailed Mas Damar.

"But you cook, huh? I want to try your cooking, losing time with Sky."

"Ready, but sorry just village cuisine, huh, Mas?"

"Sir papa. Just as you are, anyway, delicious," he said by raising his eyebrows.

I'm starting to get busy making fish frying condiments. Mas Damar is busy with his cell phone, perhaps contacting his business partner.

The fish has matured, now replace I concoct material for sambal. Mas Damar sneezed incoherently as I started frying the chili sauce, his face flushed with the smell of the chili sauce, I laughed wryly looking at his expression, and he finally looked at me sharply.

"Rash, nduk lapo? how come mas'e sneezed?" Mother came from inside, probably curious about the commotion that was happening.

"Ndak papa, Buk. Ikuloh Mas Damar sneezed just as I fried sambel," story while laughing.

Mom looked towards Mas Damar, the man just smiled clumsyly.

"Yo ngunu iku Mas'e told me to wait outside, anyway. Sorry, loh, Mas. Saras is that, sometimes frivolous," Mother told Mas Damar.

I did not expect, although there seemed to be doubts about Mas Damar's status, But I can accept and treat Mas Damar well.

"Ndak papa, Mom. That is what makes Saras unique" Mas Damar replied with a smile.

"Mom, what will maem father do? can't it be maem sambel?" ask me when mom gets closer.

"Yes, mom, yeah, confused. At this time the greengrocer yes, no, there is. Adit also has not come home, would not buy porridge in front of the puskesmas there loh,"

"Tak buyin ae, Buk," bargained while taking the sauce seasoning finished fried.

"Wes no need, you make maem for the mas only, pity the laper."

"Well, how do I buy, Mom?" Mas Damar offered himself.

"No, Mas. Wong pean guest, don't understand the street. Wes, I didn't tell Aji ae." Mom walked out. Probably heading for my cousin Aji's house three houses apart from here.

"Sambel tuning mujaer and tempeh, niaap," I said while lifting the cobek forward.

Mas Damar stood up, stepping closer towards me. He saw the food I was holding, whether he'd like it or not, hopefully it didn't taste good.

"It looks good. It's not wrong that I'm looking for a future wife" said Mas Damar as he looked at me and stroked the tip of my head.

Aih, I was so shy about it, so I wanted to fly.

"Come, eat," take me to the dining table.

"Eating outside is like better, Ras. More immediately," said Mas Damar while pointing to the hall that we previously occupied.

I nodded, bringing it out.

"Mas Damar sat down first, let me take rice as well as drink it first," said I who was taken by the man.

I brought two rice dishes out, not forgetting to bring a bottle of cold water to drink.

I handed Mas Damar a plate of rice, not forgetting a basin where he washed his hands later.

Without waiting for me, the man just picked up a piece of mujaer and devoured it. I watched his expression, he seemed to be feeling.

"Where? delicious, Mas?" my many.

"Enak, Ras but pedes," he said with a face that had started red, but only a mouthful.

"Mas Damar doesn't do pedes?" many ensure.

"How much."

"If the heat doesn't have to be eaten, Mas."

The man shook his head, though spicy, but Mas Damar looked to be enjoying. I kept quiet while remembering, about how many chilies I patched earlier, and done! I don't remember so much.

Sweat Mas Damar poured, not only the face, his lips were reddened. I went straight inside to pick up tisue.

"That piquancy is still an odd steel, eat first," my nagging that made him smile at a glance.

My appetite suddenly disappeared seeing Mas Damar eat with his greed. I didn't expect that such a simple meal would make the man happy. If Mas Damar can enter my world, why don't I try to enter his world? I'll try for you, Mas.

"Ras, don't eat?" ask him with a broken breath.

"Later, Mas. Look Mas Damar is eating really exciting."

"Yawes, you'll get more rice." Unexpectedly the man actually took my rice.

I gawked for a moment, the usual feeling of Mas Damar not eating this much, why is it now that people are so hungry?

"Whoa what's the laper, Mas?"

"Both. It's good." she replied with a mouth full of rice.

I continued to observe Mas Damar's behavior, a tear of mujaer's petitions managed to add a portion of my love to him.

The second plate of the toilet, Mas Damar spent one glass of cold water. After all he sat down with his stomach, God, why is he so adorable.

"That's great, Thank you, sweetheart. Next time I'll go back, okay?" he said with the sweat still wetting his forehead.

I nodded in agreement. I got up to clean up Mas Damar's food.

"Well, don't eat?"

"It's full to see Mas Damar eat."

"What's that?"

"And love is complete, Mas. You're full, I'm the same, too" I said while grinning.

"Hmm ... the fuller this is," he replied innocently, I was blown away while bringing the food marks inside.

When you go inside, you can see that you are sitting in the living room. My great man was eating the porridge that you might have bought earlier. She sat down next to him, pouring him a drink. Ah, envy only, may I also feel love like them, until old age, to close my eyes.

"What concerns? how bengong?" Mas Damar suddenly stood beside me, coming to see the direction of my gaze.

"Have you finished cleaning? maybe there are fathers, let me talk to them." continued Mas Damar who made me gawk.

"What do you want to say?"

"Come on, you'll know later."

Mas Damar walked ahead of me. I was still in place, still thinking what the man was going to say.

Mas Damar was seen taking a seat in a chair next to his mother and father. I don't know what they're talking about, mom is seen holding a smile while saying something, so curious.

I approached, taking my seat under my father. The man smiled, and stroked my head for a moment.

"Sir, Buk, I'm here, I want to say something important" Mas Damar said.

I heard as I took my father's foot, starting to massage the foot that had taken my life since childhood.

"Monggo, what's the Masnya saying? we were ready to listen," the mother answered Mas Damar's question.

"I would like to propose to Saras to be my wife." Mas Damar paused for a moment.

I saw the expressions of my father and mother who seemed surprised. I was no less shocked, not expecting Mas Damar to propose to me so soon.

"I'm new to Saras, but I've been determined to choose him. My wife died seven months ago, but I don't play games with her.

Besides me, my son needs Saras. He was already very close to Saras, therefore, now I ask for the blessing of mother and father to approve this relationship."

I'm getting stifling. Mom looks to be breathing.

"Has been thinking really? We're little people, nothing compared to the mas. Anyway until you know how Saras himself, he is sometimes still like a boy, still reckless, can he accompany his mas?" This time, I raise my voice.

Usually, you will only follow your mother. Not because the father of the type of man is afraid of his wife, but the father once said, The woman is the most sensitive person, indeed sometimes she is very sensitive, but because of her nature women are always vigilant. If a man uses his strength to survive, then a woman will use her brain to save her life, not only her life, but the life of her entire family.

Therefore, I never want to argue with my mother. I'm sure all the decisions of the mother are sure he thought well. And if you speak up now, I'm sure because it has to do with my life, my only daughter, Nia Ramadhani's twin.

"I don't just love the rest of Saras, sir. I also love all the lack. I cannot guarantee Saras to continue to be happy, but I promise I will try not to hurt her heart" Mas Damar said steadily.

Ah, Mas Damar, it's melting I hear your words. In addition to being a builder who manages to stir my heart, you are also like a gardener, successfully making the seeds of love in my heart grow more fertile, beautiful to decorate all the time.

Mom and Dad looked at each other again. I feel like I'm in court, waiting for the judge's verdict.

Buk, father, your son is very ready to marry, our blessing, sir, Buk.

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