The Thornless Rose

Chapter 8's

In the morning the rose was in the kitchen. After Rasya's confession about his feelings for the princess, he decides to do something that might make Rasya even more disliked, I don't know, Roses are like uncontrollable people, doing things that made Rasya angry made Rasya angry was something fun. Staying eight days from the day of their wedding, he wanted to know, how far Rasya's efforts wanted to thwart this marriage.

He did not care, the tense face of the workers in the house.

Last night she asked her mother for permission, before she left the house, she wanted to learn to cook for her future husband, Vivi's mother finally allowed it because she knew what the Roses were doing, it will make Rasya even less like it.

After making a simple breakfast, Roses rushed to clean himself, he wore a white blouse, combined with a skirt like his, polishing a little bit of his pretty face, spraying perfume, he stood in front of the glass, circled his body, and then he was, pay attention to his own reflection which, Perfect, praises himself.

Roses seemed excited, he ran small to his car, David was standing in the car, who was ready to take him to Rasya's house.

Everything the Roses did did did not go unnoticed by his father, papa Marcell Pramudita.

Papa seemed to be pitying the fate of the only Princess, a big mistake he made in the past, making his daughter's life not get affection from him, "sorry". His tongue was clumsy to reveal that simple word, becoming a difficult word to utter.

Forty minutes, the Rose has arrived at the house of the Rasya family, he went down to the three-stacking medium-sized eating place.

He pressed the door open by a woman about forty-five years old, the house still seemed deserted, not because the occupants had not yet woken up, but they are still in their own rooms.

"It's non-Rose yes" exclaimed the Art

Rose nodded her head while smiling sweetly, "What is the mother and all have not yet woken up?" he asked into the European house, with paint dominated by white.

"Please enter non, I'll call mom first". The art opened the door wider, for the Rose. He rushed towards the second floor, informing his great mistress, since there was a special guest for them.

Mama Rika seemed enthusiastic, hearing if the Rose came to visit her house, she who had been neat since, immediately woke up Rasya.

"What's the matter, ma, mama's early in the morning was excited anyway?" grunts at mama

"Quick you take a shower, you have to see, who comes" exclaimed the mother who did not dampen her spirit.

Seeing the mama look so happy, Rasya was curious, who exactly came this early?.

They rushed to clean themselves up.

"Sorry sorry to wait so long" Rika's mom went down with her husband, papa Reyhan Mahardika. The couple joined hands like a newlywed couple, they looked harmonious in an age that was no longer young.

"No aunt, the rose was not long ago" The rose moved, her eyes glazed, all the house welcomed her well. He shook hands with Rasya's parents.

"What is this dear om curious, not usually you come to this house"

"No papa om, Roses just want to have breakfast with the same om and aunt, Mawar thought, it's good to know more closely the family om and aunt"

"You don't have to bother like that"

"Yes dear" said father Reyhan as well

"What did you bring, son?" see Rika Rantang mama with three on the table.

"Ahh this is just a regular breakfast aunt, sorry Rose did not ask first the favorite om and aunt, if indeed om and aunt do not like, papa not eaten"

"Where can it be, the food that has been made is not good not eaten"

"Relax, we eat everything" replied papa Reyhan, who ended their laughter.

The rose was full, her body was trembling, she never felt this, every day she never greeted her family, only silence adorned the dining table when they had breakfast together.

Rasya sculpted, he did not expect if the special guest was the Rose, his future wife who he really hated. His jaw hardened with resentment, wanting to feel like he was dragging Roses out, making the morning worse, but with all his strength he held back, he could not do that in front of his papa mama.

"Rasya here, why stay there?" Call mama Rika, break her daydream. "Let's have breakfast together, Rose brings us breakfast."

Rasya raised his eyebrows, what exactly was the Rose planning?, he approached, sitting next to the Rose. He noticed the busy Rose, seemingly indifferent to him preparing breakfast.

This morning they had breakfast together, tinged with the babble of mama and her father Rasya who continued to praise the Rose cuisine, even though this was the first time the Rose cooked, but it did not disappoint. Rose learning tutorial through internet. Well, all this time he could only watch without practicing, now he could do it.

"Ma Rasya is leaving first." Rasya stood up, pushing the chair, giving room for him to walk.

"Dear Tumben, it's still seven o'clock" said mama

"Oh yes, papa almost forgot it, hopefully the results are in accordance with what we planned, yes we have to be more careful in making an event."

Rasya nodded his head in response.

The rose stands "I take you to the front huh?"

"No need" Reject Rasya ketus.

"Rasya.." mama glared her eyes as a threat "It's okay, later you are also you get used to it" mama Rica approved of Roses.

Inevitably Rasya assented, if he refused even, surely his mother still forced.

He brought a briefcase and a suit, he put it in his hand.

"Let me take ya." The rose took his bag and coat just like that.

Rasya growled, annoyed at the actions of the Roses today.

After arriving at his car, Rasya walked first, turning his body.

"Here" he took forcibly his bag and suit which the Rose carried.

"What are you planning, kuntilanak nail girl?" rasya said with great emphasis.

The rose did not answer, it took a breath, exhaled slowly, patiently and patiently..

He approached, eroding the distance between the two, his hands stretched out, smoothed the buttons of Rasya's shirt that did not need to be tidied up.

Both breath seems to stop, two people who have never been close to the opposite sex, actually fighting against a beating heart is not good, saving each other's lives.

Rasya did not reject the hands that perched on his chest, not that he liked it, but his hands and mouth were unable to do anything.

"You be careful."

Whahuh? The rose cursed her mouth.

He looked up, looking into the eyes that were staring at him too. He tiptoed, glued their chewy objects, held them for a few seconds.

He really has no such intention.

His brain seemed suddenly out of his mind.

"Don't think of me, but if you keep thinking of me, maybe the cooking season I concocted has already reacted."

Rasya frowned, not understanding the word seasoning that Rose meant.

Rose thinned her lips, "PELLET"

*jederrr...

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Seriate..

Sorry up late, but there is a sudden family event.I hope you like this chapter.thank you who are still faithful waiting for the Rose..

His visuals are yes ⁇ ️*