The Married With Dangerous Boy

11. You Are So Beautiful

"Zafran?"

Zafran stopped playing the guitar when he heard his mother's voice calling him. The guy answered it and then put the guitar to where it came from.

Zafran walked to open the door. His mother looks smiling at him. Zafran felt something strange.

The guy also asked. "What's up, Ma?"

Yuni pulled Zafran out of the room. The man resignedly followed the will of his mother without complaining a little.

Yuni brought him to the living room. There was also his father who was reading the newspaper while drinking coffee.

"Sit here," Zafran was forced to sit beside Yuni.

The middle-aged woman snatched the newspaper held by her father and showed its contents to Zafran.

"Where do you think the decorations are good?"

Zafran turned his head quickly towards Yuni, "Decoration? Make what?"

Yuni clings to Zafran's head. "Make your wedding!"

"Haw? Kan Zafran's wedding is still a long time, Ma!"

"Who said it's still long? Papa the same mom agreed to marry you next week."

Zafran. "Next week!" he shouted right in Yuni's ears.

The woman covered her ears. "Oh, noisy!"

"Ma, Zafran's graduation is still a few months away,"

"Continue?"

"Well, the marriage could be after graduation,"

"So!"

"But Ma-"

"You dare to refuse Mama's orders?"

Zafran grunted softly. "It's not that, Ma. But how much better are we to discuss this first with the family concerned?" zafran said half-smilingly, hoping his mother would delay their marriage.

Yuni moved her index finger to the right and to the left while shaking her head. "No!"

Zafran faded his smile.

"Karna Alesha agreed," she lied.

Zafran raised both eyebrows. "Zafran doesn't believe it,"

Yuni shrugged both of her shoulders. "As far as you. So, which decor do you choose?"

"As for Mama," Zafran replied following Yuni's sentence just now.

"When the wedding dress? Which good is it?" Yuni Keukeuh showed some wedding dress designs on Zafran.

"See with Alesha." Zafran drank the tea provided by his mother.

Yuni nodded her head a few times. "You said Alesha was in the car, right?" ask him while opening the sheet.

Zafran widens his eyes. He drank the tea he had just drunk. The guy choked and coughed.

"Kok's nervous?"

Yuni and Gun held back a laugh.

...***...

Alesha was focusing on doing schoolwork in the living room. Delon brought drinks and snacks.

"Where's pr? Not difficult?"

Alesha. "It's not hard but it's not easy, Dad."

Delon glanced at his little task. He was old, so he did not understand what the question Alesha was working on meant.

"What lesson is this?"

"Indonesian,"

"Smazing dong, nagging."

Alesha grunted once. "If Mathematics is told to think but Alesha answers ngorang, but if the Indonesian language, told to nag but Alesha even think how to answer."

Delon chuckles. "She likes halu?"

"Alesha is good at Jaemin, but Alesha cannot express through words" he said pursing his lips.

Alesha is not good at math, but she is good at making up formulas and answers. But if it is an Indonesian lesson, the opposite of mathematics. If there is a writing task, Alesha is not smart in arranging the essay.

Although his work was biased, but to just uncover something through writing, Alesha was weak. Being an author is not a skill of Alesha. Except during the exam, he was very good at handling situations to get answers from his friends.

"Jaemin who is it? Your affair?"

Alesha choked on her saliva, she coughed. Delon immediately handed over the drinking water. Alesha gulped it down the toilet.

"Not Dad, Jaemin's a K-Pop idol."

Delon. "Oh,"

Alesha closed her book and snatched a snack.

"Udah finished?"

"Udah," nodded Alesha. Even though he has not solved a single problem, because tomorrow is Sunday, he can still relax and wait for an answer from Martha. The girl turned on the television, watched the Korean drama on the tv channel.

"Sha," now Delon's speech shifted his gaze.

"Why, Dad?"

"Your marriage to Zafran is filed next week."

...***...

The two human figures who were different from the male and female sex were silent to each other without anyone uttering a word. Until glancing no.

The guy was focused on driving at a moderate speed. While the girls focus on staring at the road near the window. They have to give up a fun vacation for something for their future.

They went to the store without parents. But later, they would follow after their respective work had been completed.

Zafran stopped his car in front of his sister's boutique. He got out of the car and immediately stepped in without waiting for Alesha.

He thought Zafran would act like a romantic male partner who would open the door for him and hold him in. It turned out that only Alesha's expectations were too high.

"Non-romantic!"

"I'm insensitive!"

"No brain!"

Alesah cursed Zafran who would not hear his oath. Alesha went down with a feeling of cobbleness.

Alesha. It turned out that Zafran had not yet entered the boutique, he was still waiting for the extremely sluggish Alesha.

Alesha rolled her eyes lazily. He walked behind Zafran.

"Zafran how are you?" a half-paid woman hugged and kissed the boy like a tiny baby.

Alesha held back a laugh seeing Zafran who forced a smile. "Good aunt,"

"Udah gede yes now, when it was a child,"

"His name is also alive" he replied.

Niyusti chuckled. "I don't think you're getting married yet,"

Zafran grinned the horse, "famous, she's Zafran's future wife."

Alesha who was recognized as a future wife also meleyot to hear it, like there are butterflies flying in her stomach. Ah, her cheeks are heating up.

Niyusti approached, she stroked Alesha's cheek. "Geez, how beautiful your future wife is, Fan. Where's it from?"

"Jonggol," he muttered Zafran which only Alesha could hear. The girl returned it with a fierce look.

Zafran sat in a chair while playing on a cell phone.

"Whose name, son?"

"Alisha, Aunt."

Niyusti. "Just try some clothes that already Aunty readyin,"

The woman took Alesha to the dressing room to try on some of their wedding outfits.

Alesha was unceasingly amazed at the sheer number of bridal dresses. Alesha wants to have it all. It looks so beautiful and elegant.

Alesha's mouth was gaping as she tried to figure out the price of one of her drees. The price is too high, according to the quality of the material. Even the cheapest number is two digits.

One digit Alesha is not necessarily capable let alone this cost hundreds of millions. Niyusti picked up three dresses prepared for her. Alesha must not refuse because this is a gift from Mama Yuni for her.

"Here's honey, you try it first,"

Alesha gulped her saliva. Her hands shook holding her, she was afraid of hurting the beautiful dress. Alesha came in and closed the locker room door. Zafran glanced at her a little, quietly waiting for Alesha's appearance on the bridal dress.

Alesha was a little troubled, but she finally managed to wear it. After that, Alesha opened the space cover, Niyusti was amazed to see the appearance of Alesah who was very beautiful wearing a dress of her choice.

Zafran is the same. He was amazed. But he doesn't like open clothes like that. Showing Alesha's back.

Alesha smiled, she also liked this dress. Looks very fit and beautiful.

"Gue doesn't like it. Replace it!" Zafran is back on the phone.

Niyusti gave an unpleasant look. So did Alesha, she faded her smile.

"Now, change one."

After changing, Zafran still refused. She was tired of changing clothes a few times. Because now there is only one shirt, Alesha resigned and re-wearing it.

"Prophey baby,"

Alesha smiled as she accepted it, then she came back. However, in the middle of installing a dress, he was very difficult because the zipper was on the back. While Alesha's hand did not reach, she opened the door slightly and called out to Niyusti.

"Tante, please help Alesha."

Niyusti nodded, he went in and helped Alesha put on the last shirt, Zafran's choice.

Niyusti bobbed his head at how elegant Zafran's clothes were. Sure enough the guy refused all the clothes used before because he would only approve the dress he had chosen.

The woman covered her mouth in disbelief, Zafran's choice was not bad, very good and fit in Alesha's body.

"It's so pretty" Niyusti hugged Alesha.

Alesha agreed with his words. Among the three choices, the one Alesha liked the most was the last one.

"If it's aunty out first," Niyusti exited the room. Not only out of the room, he also went into the office preparing other needs leaving Zafran and Alesha there.

Alesha felt her heart pounding again. Though he had shown himself to Zafran twice by wearing a dress, but why did the latter just feel the heartbeat?

Alesah nodded quickly. He opened the door slowly until he finally showed his form. Zafran was waiting for him, he crossed his legs and watched Alesha from the bottom up.

Zafran smiled faintly. "Beautiful, I like it."

Blushes

Alesha's cheeks blush. "J-so we pick this one?"

Zafran. "Yes." Yeah."

Alesha nodded. He went inside again. After locking he held his chest. "Why am I deg-degan?"

He held both of his cheeks which felt increasingly heated. For a long time he kept silent to control his feelings of pleasure.

Alesha regulated her breathing. He's been a bit sultry since he came into the dressing room. Outside the AC is on.

Alesha pointed her hand at the back reaching the zipper, but she did not arrive. Wanting to ask Niyusti for help, the woman went out of nowhere.

"I'm torn?"

Alesha shook her head a few times. "Don't, it's expensive,"

All he had in mind right now was Zafran, as he was the only person here besides Alesha.

"Jude, ask Zafran for help."

Alesha opened the door again. Zafran is playing mobile.

"Zafran?"

He's looking up. Zafran frowned. He thought Alesha had changed clothes, apparently not yet.

"Hm?"

"Help me!"

"What?"

Alesha turned her face, "b-cloth zipper."

Zafran raised one of his eyebrows. The aunt has a sudden job. I don't want him to be the one to help her.

Zafran nodded then he went inside the dressing room.

Alesha's getting hot. His breathing became heavy.

Zafran stared at Alesha's smooth back. But the guy never took off his zipper, making Alesha growled, he said, "Zafran! Kok lam-"

Alesha's words were cut off. Zafran hugged him from behind.

"You're so beautiful."