The Talak Pledge

Who's with Jean?

Without changing clothes, I entered a small house that was quite beautiful with many flowers in each corner. Very neat the stylist of this house. Although far from the impression of luxury but the atmosphere is quite comfortable.

Mama was sitting in the living room with a grinning smile. Maybe you think you won from me today.

Forcing myself to greet and review the smiles of all those who are already in this room.

"Searching for Jean?" The subtle voice of the woman across from me when she realized that I was circulating all this direction. I nodded slowly, it was true that the guess. "Mom will call."

"But can I go there? There's something to talk about." I prevented Jean's mother and was taken in by her.

"Just play kangen." Mama nudged my arm, revealing a very clear smile like mocking me. I didn't care about my mom and followed Jean's mom into a closed room. Jean's mother knocked on the door until the girl I was thinking about appeared.

I can't lie, Jean is actually beautiful just that I haven't been able to accept the reality of having to let go of a dream that was destroyed with Fira first and change with her.

"Come in!" I was still standing at the door after Jean's mother passed. "Mas Gara wants to discuss something important, right? Only this place is safe." I nodded according to his orders.

Jean's room was so neat. Many vintage-themed ornaments in it, even the aroma of the room is also very fragrant. I can guess that Jean is indeed a person who is very clean and neat.

"Just now, why don't you just reject this match?" I asked her very seriously who was sitting in front of me.

"Why indeed?" This girl just smiled until she saw a dimple on her cheek.

"You didn't refuse to marry me?" He shook his head and remained with his carefree face. "Jean, we're not kidding." So I continued, inexhaustible with him, did not he have a lover but instead accepted this matchmaking.

"I don't think it's a problem to get married to Mas Gara as soon as possible. My dream was to get married at a young age." I put my index finger close to his forehead and pushed him until he fell backward.

"It's very strange." Jean swung her lips and then smiled as if mocking.

"Have accepted this matchup instead of me having to go to Dubai." He placed both his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"I'd guess. Surely you also have your own plan why you want to accept this matchmaking." Jean just kept smiling while nodding. "Alright, but only two years."

"Deal." He took my hand and held it without thinking anymore. "We go out to my future priest." Talking like that makes me want to come back to her again. Actually what kind of girl she is, even faced with a situation like this she is still acting ordinary.

I just shook my head because I didn't think about her behavior and followed behind her. He sat between our parents and it was as if nothing had happened to me.

His gaze was so calm, I was still observing his every move.

*

The event was running to discuss wedding plans that will be held in three months. I'd shrugged off my coarse hair, not expecting any minute to be single with a girl I never expected before.

A red box that the young man gave me was still in the starting place when I put it down.

What kind of relationship between the two, why Jean was even ordinary when betrothed to me when the young man looked very sad.

But I chose to ignore it and put the red box in my desk drawer. I'll give it to Jean after all the preparations are done, won't she say to hand it over as a wedding gift?

The array of photos of various designs and vector images that seemed to be his expertise made me only able to squint, why there was no trace of their relationship. Until an abstract picture of a girl posing at the door with a camera she had clad around her neck, I could have guessed that she was Jean.

It seems like a very secret relationship. Even social media accounts alone are not a means for them to expose togetherness.

"How to." Mama's been in my room with a glass of warm tea and a snack setoples. I turned to my mom and quickly got out of the social media account page on my phone.

"Why ma?"

"Mama has got the best WO recommendation from Aunt Renata for your wedding later. But tomorrow you can't go there."

"Continue?"

"Take Jean over there. Later let it be explained to choose the decoration design, clothing fittings and also the invitation." My mom looks enthusiastic, and I am the opposite. Even if I could, I'd like to cancel the wedding with Jean.

"okay." I just focus on the snack jar that has been moved on my lap. After that mom came out of the room and I quickly grabbed the phone that I had put the origin on the table.

Call a number that shows a photo of the scene at dusk.

"Yes?" Just say it.

"Tomorrow mama asked us to meet WO." I'm still waiting for him to make sure the figure across there still hears me or not.

"Continue?"

"I'm very busy. Come there alone I'll send you the address. Doesn't it matter?"

"Well, is there another mas?" I sneered at her response. Once Jean faced me, even my alibi like this, she was also ordinary.

"Enough." I'll just turn off the call. Was there a reason he had hidden with regards to this matchmaking? Choose not to bother, just two years.

*

"Gara, aren't you with Jean?" Ask me when I meet you in the office pantry. I'm still quiet because I haven't found a suitable reason for the interview. "But your mother said the WO had met with her two brides-to-be." So continued.

"Oh that's pa." Papa seemed to be busy with his own thoughts and then patted me on the shoulder.

"How is it, Jean's beautiful, isn't she?" His cock that ended with laughter then papa walked back carrying a full-filled bottle of water. I'm still guessing what papa said just now, did Jean come to the destination I sent this morning?

I was still sitting at the pantry table looking at my phone many times in the hope that the girl would give me some news so I could give an excuse when mama asked later.

Up to 15 minutes of sitting here still no message from him, grunting annoyed I should have given him the order to inform me of the results of his meeting today.

Put my glass on the wastafell without washing it first, then start moving to go back to the room only.

"Mas Gara, can I see you this afternoon?" The voice passed immediately after the phone ringing. I sighed either because I was relieved all day waiting or because I could confirm the outcome of Jean's meeting with the WO.