The Marriage of Two Single Heirs

#8

Sabrina looked at the picture frame carefully. The woman in the picture frame was smiling beautifully in a very beautiful pose.

"He's my mama" Satya said from behind.

"Mama?"

"Yes. She is my mama. My mom has left me since childhood and I miss her so much. Do you mind if I put that picture here?"

"No-no. I don't mind at all."

Sabrina always felt a different air when Satya talked about her mother. Satya's tone will also suddenly change. There is a sense of longing that emanates clearly on Satya's face, when she talks about her mother. He will also use my words if you talk about his mother.

Sabrina understood a little of what Satya really wanted. The man wanted his mother to be present. But that's very unlikely. Something that has gone from the face of this earth, will never come back again.

"Oh yeah, where's my room?" sabrina did not want to continue discussing what was sad.

"Lo can choose which room you like. But ... I recommend that you do not choose the guest room. Because it will be difficult if there are guests who come to stay at our house."

"Yes. I know about that. No need to remind me about the guest room. I won't choose a guest room."

"It's good to know yourself."

"What!"

"Nothing."

"Hmz .. beware if you dare to talk me ugly. I jotos your spoiled face."

"Cih .. sok a very good hero lo ya. How can I be my own husband."

"Satya!"

"Gue kidding."

"You talk to me once again. You'll know what it's like for my fist to land on your lips."

"Ampun .. very fierce," said Satya as he walked to the door of their house.

"Where are you going?"

"You to the car."

"Well?"

"Daughter."

"Can it be serious?" asked Sabrina annoyed.

"Serious cave!" This time, Sabrina was no joke. He really showed his serious face.

"Gue wants to talk to my driver, get my stuff in the room."

"Which room?"

Satya stopped her steps that were almost at the front door. He turned his back to look at Sabrina who was still standing upright in the living room, waiting for an answer to the question he had just asked.

"Why do you ask which room?"

"I want to know."

"Don't tell me you want my same room, yeah," Satya said with teasing eyes.

"Ih .. so unclean. Don't bother me. Just a dream I do not want to room ama lo, what else in reality like this. Oh, oh, amit-amit."

"Tell?"

Sabrina turned her face away. He did not want to see or show his face to Satya. Satya walked over.

"There is a saying that hate is the beginning of love. Don't hate it, you can fall in love. Between hate and love, that's a very thin difference. Maybe as thin as an onion's skin," Satya said at length.

"Snurvy!" sabrina said as she passed by and did not forget to step on Satya's foot.

"Augh." Satya grimaced in pain as her legs were stepped on by Sabrina.

"Rasain lo's. How's it? Taste good?" sabrina asked while not forgetting to smile mockingly.

"That's just a little warning to you. Don't mess with Sabrina. If you don't want your pretty feet to turn blue and broken."

"Founded by a mentally ill girl lo Sabrina." Satya cursed Sabrina who walked away.

"Crazy, it hurts my legs again. Strike that chick as if it were a cow. Though his body is not fat, even slim, slim and very nice to see."

"Oh my God. Don't let me intend to be interested in a child like him. I could end my life if I fell in love with a child like Sabrina," Satya said to herself.

Satya sat on the sofa while continuing to stroke her leg which Sabrina stepped on a moment ago. He canceled his intention to talk to the driver because he felt his leg was still hurting.

Sabrina came with her driver with things that the driver would move into the room. He glanced at Satya for a moment before continuing his steps.

"Lo is very weak, yes" said Sabrina mocking Satya when she saw Satya still stomping her legs.

"Lo be quiet."

"It's a really spoiled kid on this one. It just wasn't strong." Sabrina again taunted Satya while continuing to walk away leaving the man with an annoyed face.