Swirls Exchanging

Chapter 2

Aisyah still does not believe in the fact that what she dreamed of for several years, eventually becomes reality. He continued squeezing his fingers because of the indescribable nervousness with words.

"Hi, Ayesha..! "

He almost fell asleep hearing Devano's voice greeting his eardrum. His chest began to be pumped hard, the beat of the pan seemed to be heard out into space. Nervous of being mixed happily, he stood up to nudge the corner of the table despite his innocence.

"Ohw, Careful. You're all right? Are you hurt? " That sensual soft sound again rattled his eardrum. The man crouched down before Aisyah about to touch her knees, but he again undoes his intentions, because it feels inappropriate if he touches the feet of a woman who is not his muhrim.

"Ah, sorry. I almost sinned against you " continued Devano politely.

"Ti.it's okay, I'm fine, Just a little pain." Aisyah looks ragged. He was really very nervous, it was even more strange that he was not nervous about meeting a handsome and famous actor. In addition, she is the future husband of her dreams. Aisyah has been in love with the man since the age of 18, which means 7 years already she harbored a taste in him.

"I'm sorry, I came late. You must have waited a long time."

Aisyah just shook her head slowly, her voice stuck in her throat. He did not know where to start, because there were many things he wanted to ask and state. But the contents of his brain at this time were like being sucked up to empty.

He also just kept his head down without daring to look at Devano, unlike his general fans, must have pranced and pranced and asked for a picture, autograph, hug, handshake and so on.

"I'm sorry, was she here?" Devano repeatedly apologized, and tried to start a conversation. Even Devano is now beginning to feel clumsy from contracting Aisyah.

This was the first time she felt confused about facing a woman, even though Aisyah was also a fan just like her other fans. Devano waved before Aisyah because the woman's soul seemed to leave her body.

"Dear of? Hey, Ayesha? You okay area? "

Aisyah swallowed a slip. Jolted from his empty mind, to look at the handsome face of Devano who was approaching in his direction.

"Ma.sorry, brother."

Aisyah looked down again, "Sorry why?" Devano suddenly laughed, sounding crisp and melodious in Aisyah's ears.

"Sister laughing?"

"To make you see me. From now on you keep staring at the floor, I wonder if the floor looks more attractive than my face. I'm not handsome anymore, or you don't like me anymore." Devano touched his face pretending to look for flaws in his face.

Devano chuckled, satisfied with the girl's spontaneous answer before him. "Oh, so you like me?" ask him again to make sure.

"What?" Aisyah increasingly nervous to make her face meet to become reddish.

"Yes, I like my sister. Not the floor. I'm just nervous, so I don't dare to look at my sister." continued honestly.

"If without the floor, do you like me?" god Devano, looking at Aisyah gave a serious face.

Aisyah looked confused, with what Devano had just said. Of course he likes it, even he likes it not just as a fan but more than that. But I don't know what Devano's reaction would be if he suddenly expressed love for her.

"Sister, may I ask you something?" Devano nodded slowly, while continuing to stare at Aisyah. He wanted to know what Aisha would ask him.

"Why big brother, suddenly reply to messages I even invite to meet?"

"You don't like meeting me?"

"Of course I like.... I mean.." for a moment he fell silent and then again said, "my brother who was my first, answered first dong can be turned back." said Aisyah little manyun.

Seeing Aisyah's clumsy behavior, Devano smiled. He seemed to have found something that he had been looking for all this time.

"Okay, first, I'm sorry, because of the many messages you sent. Just this time I read and can reply, because all this time kept buried with other messages."

For the first time for a Devano, a short message sent by fans teased his inner. Despite her, the owner of the message faithfully continues to send her messages every day to her.

Without getting tired, with the sentences that Mensuport himself. From reminding himself not to eat late, maintain health to good night. Birthday greetings and other things, which never demand to be given a reply.

"Aisha, yeah,

Ayena, will you marry me? "