
"for me it does not matter jan.want you from an ordinary family, a rich family, or even if you are the son of the king I will accept you as you are because I already love you."
bajan was silent when the risma said that he would accept it even though he was the son of an honorable king, jokingly trying to lure a risma.
"if only I were the son of a very honorable king, would my brother not feel inferior or unwell.This if I were a brother, I would not be like that."
laughing, Risma said.
hahaha, you are too tall jan.if you were a son of a king I would not feel inferior in the least. instead I will try to beautify and improve myself so that you are not ashamed to take me when meeting with the crowd."
bajan smiled while back teasing risma.
"sister like this alone has made me fall in love at first sight and will not be ashamed because the brother is the person I love.what else until the sister becomes more beautiful, more beautiful, surely I will not feel the inferior sak. I will tell the crowd that sister is the most beautiful girl I have ever met."
risma's cheeks grew red upon hearing the seduction from bajan. timidly risma said.
"it's jan, don't be too tall. I'm just an ordinary village woman. there are still many women of the city who are more honorable and more graceful than me to deserve to be an empress and accompany the prince who will ascend the throne."
feeling the chatter of those who have been getting out of the beginning of the conversation.bajan return their chat back to the initial topic.
.
"if you want our relationship to be like this, what?"
his heart shook as he heard the word that had just come out of his mouth.he had been silent for a moment and thought hard in his mind so he got an answer and said.
"isn't the whole decision in the hands of men? why are you going to me? I'm just a woman waiting for a man's action."
after the risma said so. Bajan did not immediately respond to the words risma. he immediately stood up from his chair and then took a cellphone from his pants pocket.he immediately said to risma.
"for a while, brother, I want to nelvon someone first."
risma was a little annoyed by the attitude of the bajan who did not directly answer her question.he just nodded briefly without saying anything.
bajan immediately walked away from the risma, and he then called the nice sir.
"hallo and assalamu'alaikum."
quickly, sir answered well.
"wallaikumsalam jan, what's wrong?"
"om where is it now? again at the palace what?" bajan asked about the whereabouts of the good sir.
good sir answered the question from Bajan.
"yeah again in the office again lunch break."
"it's a great fit." Bajan was excited and said.
good sir was wondering why Bajan arrived to ask him to give his cellphone to his mother and said.
"loh, tumben you want to contact mom? you guys are okay?"
bajan and his mother had no problems at all. he was only troubled to his father who at that time drove him from the palace after the end of SMK because the king felt that his only child did not have any ability as the heir to the throne.
bajan explained to the good sir that he actually did not have any problems with his mother.
"i'm the same mother had no problems at all om. Our relationship is good only. I only had problems with my father. suddenly I felt missed with my mother. that's why I asked you to meet mom and I wanted to talk to you."
good sir quickly got out of his office to meet Bajan's mother who was in the living room of the palace and again watching television.
when the good sir was in the hands of the mother bajan, he said.
"yes, what's wrong? tumben you called mom? usually never once did you intend to contact mom after you were evicted by your father from the palace."
bajan did not respond too much to the words of his mother.he immediately said to the core of the conversation.
"i called my mother not because of anything. I called my mother just to ask for my blessing because I currently want to marry a girl adoration my heart."
bajan's mother named Aisyah was surprised when she heard her son wanted to get married.he immediately asked Bajan.
"where is your position now? can I meet you now? if you're sure, just take him to the palace right now.your father also misses you very much at this time.he is haunted with guilt when scolding and expelling you first."
bajan who feels hate with his father who has not been willing to return to the palace and meet his father..
"i can not go to the palace now, I again KKN. later I will tell you where I KKN to mother.I am here just asking for a blessing from mother only. someday I will take my candidate to the palace.Oh yes one more, I will give this phone to my candidate and I beg you not to talk anything about the palace. because I don't want my identity exposed for now."
"aisyah's mother does not mind where her son is at this time.he feels grateful that his son is still alive and continuing his education. he knew that he would not tell about the real life of Bajan to his future son-in-law.bu Aisyah then said to bajan.
"well dear mother promises not to tell who you are. Quickly you give her cellphone to her, I want to talk to the future daughter-in-law of the mother."
bajan immediately returned to his homestead and said with a smile.
"sorry, my brother, I just left to arrive. this is as proof of my seriousness about our relationship, but I beg you not to talk strangely about me."
risma was astonished and asked in her heart about the meaning of the words bajan, but she tried to calm down and take a phone call and turn on the speaker televon.
risma immediately said her regards.
"hello assalamu'alaikum."
the holy mother was shocked when there was a female voice that arrived saying greetings, because before that Bajan turned off the Microphone as he spoke with the risma just now.
"wallaikumsalam, son, this is Bajan's mother."
Risma's eyes immediately glared at Bajan when he found out that the one who was currently talking to him was his mother bajan.His hand holding hp instantly felt trembling. but Bajan remained calm and looked at the risma that was currently very surprised.bajan just raised his eyebrows without a word.