Throes

Come to the house.

" Thank you for the walk, it's been taken home too." Said Sigit, removing the helmet and standing next to Amel who had changed into a motorcycle seat.

" All together. Thanks for the deal too." Amel replied with a smile.not spending a penny on a vacation with Sigit.

Free holidays with Sigit. And a little unpleasant with his best friend if he knows later he did not spend a penny.

" Everyone mbak. Didn't stop by first get into the mbak?"

" Not, thank you. Not good with Yanna's husband. I'll just go home, and it's late, too. Greetings to Yanna with mother." Pamit Amel. saw her watch pointing at the number seven.

"Yes. Be careful, ma'am." Said Sigit, nodding Amel with a smile. Start running the motor, get away from his best friend's house.

Sigit watched Amel until he was invisible. There is joy and there is guilt. Guilty of making that woman come home the night.

Why not just take her home, why she should be brought home.

Curse stupidity. Like he uses only women in his tribe. Next time Sigit will not repeat the mistakes and will be more active in chasing women in his tribe. No matter the age difference, she is younger than her daughter. But if you look around Amel does not look old, even like he still graduated like he just graduated from school.

Amel parked his bike in front of the house. He frowned, when he saw a sport bike that was familiar to him parked in front of his house. And saw the door of his house open wide.

Amel dismissed his thoughts, the motor sport was not just in the possession of one person. Maybe the bike had a twin sister friend. Amel stepped in with a slightly tired and dull face.

"Asalamualaikum." Say hello to Amel, removing the helmet right in the middle of the door.

" Greetings walaikum." His words together made Amel no stranger to hearing his voice. And widened his eyes, turning towards the man who was sitting in front of his two parents.

" Mr Akbar?" Lirih Amel, made Akbar stand up and smile at him.

" Kiddo Akbar has been waiting for you. Where are you from?" Ask Amel's mother.

" From buk's friend's house?" Answer Amel. " Amel to the room for a minute buk." Its effects.

" Yes, don't be long. Poor son Akbar." Father of Amel. Made Amel nod and quickly walked into his room.

Amel's feeling was a little unsettled. Akbar's presence certainly made him anxious. Because the boss is a person who is a little coercive, firm and also brave.

Sitting with his parents at night. It would definitely discuss something that made his heart beat so fast. Not yet found a choice, accept it or not. Akbar must have dared to first say his intentions to his mother and father.

Sure.

It is no longer possible for Akbar to go home just to meet him. There's another one. Yeah, there's definitely something else. And that made Amel's heart unsettled.

No need to bathe in a crucial time like this, Amel just wash his face and change clothes.not to forget a little to wear perfume on his body. To get rid of the smell of sweat when all day out of the house.

Sit in a single chair. Next to Akbar who sat quietly while listening to the story of his father and mother. The faces of his parents were so radiant, the presence of Akbar really made the two parents like no longer thinking about the burden.

" Fadli equals fadlan where's buk?" Ask Amel, seharin had not seen his twin sister.

" Fadli went to his friend's house, Fadlan was in the room." Answer Mother. Amel just nodded, as usual. Fadlan prefers to be alone, in contrast to his twin. Lots of friends and likes to crawl, although not often.

" Mr. Akbar, what's going on here." Ask Amel slowly.

" Yes, obviously Akbar boy here want to see you? Cook want to see Mel's mom?" His mother replied, not Akbar.

Amel clucking. " I.mom!" Amel. Looked at his mother who answered. His father just shook his head.

" Where are you?" Akbar asked in front of his parents.

" Have you told me your father, your mother?" Ask again.

Tuh kan's! It made Amel's heart beat faster. Sure enough, his superior to the house would want to discuss the matter that night. Amel glanced at his father and mother, who frowned looking at him. Back Amel looked at Akbar slightly shaking his head. Because he hasn't told his mom and dad. If anyone wants to marry her. And he is still worried too. Accept it or not.

" What's wrong with Akbar?" Ask Amel's father.

Once again Amel shook his head slowly staring at his superior. But his boss doesn't seem to care about him.

" I want to propose to your daughter. Amel, to be my wife." Akbar Assert. It surprised his mother and father. Amel who heard could only sigh weakly.

Her boss is a bitch.

" Applying to Amel?" Ask Amel's father.

" Yes sir. I love your daughter." Reply Akbar. Made Amel look at him.

Likey? Since when?

the two Amelites looked at each other. They don't hear her daughter has a boyfriend, or is walking with a male friend. Amel spends more time, work and work until he forgets when he is happy.

There is guilt as a parent. Seeing her daughter who forgot her time to make herself happy.

" As a father, I just want to see the happiness of children. I also can't forcefully accept the proposal of Nak Akbar. This must also be decided by Amel himself. Because we know, all this time our daughter's never been in a relationship." Bright Father Amel. Staring at his daughter who was bowing her head and squeezing each other's hands nervously.

" Mommy is also happy, if there is a good man like Nak Akbar to marry a mother's daughter. But look at our family. We're just ordinary people. Not comparable to Nak Akbar. So, talk first with the family of son Akbar if it really intends to marry our daughter and accept our daughter with open arms." Added Amel's Mother.

It was as if there was fear in his heart. Akbar is not a person like his daughter. Akbar is the boss of his working daughter, a highly educated and certainly a family of rich people.

Afraid of not being blessed.

Yep. Maybe that's what a mother fears.

" Amel?" Call Dad gently, making Amel look up at his father.

" How?" Ask Dad. Asking for his daughter's answer.

So fixed staring at his mother and father alternately. And looked at Akbar who was also staring at him.

" I want to talk to Mas Akbar first sir." Amel. Not wanting to be rash in his decision for a lifetime.

Mas's?

For the first time, Amel dared to call him Mas. And somehow a smile was etched on Akbar's lips.

" Yes already if Dad's with Mom inside first." Said Dad, giving a room to talk to Akbar. Akbar just nodded and smiled when two of Amel's parents left him.

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