Throes

enticings

Sitting alone in the yard, a little away from home so that no one listens to their chatter. Especially to Amel's two parents, or Amel's mother. Because Amel knows for sure mom will eavesdrop on her and Akbar.

Sitting face to face, looking turned to see the night streets that look lonely. And no one gets out of the house. Maybe it was late at night. The lights in the house only some people are still on.

There is a sense of awkwardness between the two. It's not a question of application. But Amel was wrong to call his Boss 'Mas' instead of 'Father' as usual. While Akbar, somehow his heart felt happy Amel called him Mas. She wanted to smile, but she was embarrassed.

" I'm sorry Sir." Amel said, breaking the silence between those who were silent after a long time of silence. Wading each other's minds.

" I'm sorry? Because what?" Akbar asked frowned. And there was a bit of anger when Amel again called him 'Father'.

" I'm sorry, for calling you that way." Answer. He felt ashamed and stupid. How can you call your boss that name.

Amel's lips are really sassy. And afraid if Akbar thought negatively because of the call. A call that he should never mention to his boss.

" I'd rather you call me that." Akbar replied, with a faint smile adorning his lips. Of course it makes Amel again surprised.

Do you like to be called Mas? Not angry?" Amel muttered, fixedly staring at the black bead of his eyeballs.

" I feel old, you call me father. Having a child yet. What else is marriage. This woman in front of me hasn't answered." His impact with a crisp laugh. Amel could only cluck and smile at Akbar's grunts.

Returning silent, Amel was really confused to answer what? Because it is impossible to also receive it so quickly, just because his parents both approve it when with Akbar. If he said comfortable, of course he was comfortable chatting with Akbar. If he says he likes it, Amel sure likes it. But when he said love, Amel did not feel confident with his heart.

Love is growing long. And love does not have to be with the word like. Love and love are very different.

" I'm not forcing you to accept Me Mel. But my intention is to marry you." Akbar said, there was no doubt in his words.

" Give me a reason sir. Why would you want to marry me. Is it because of my debt sam-,"

" Not because of that." Quick answer Akbar. It felt angry that Amel brought up the debt. " Because I'm getting comfortable with you." Its effects.

Comfortabley?

Just like her. There is comfort in itself close to Akbar. Cannot be expressed in words. But it does feel calm, every time close and chat with him. Although never going out together.

" We don't love each other. How can we get married."

" Love cannot be forced. But what's wrong with trying to get to know each other. Love each other without going out." Akbar.

Without dating?

Like Taaruf. What it means, to love in a lawful way. It doesn't feel possible. Because she is not a perfect woman like a jeblosan lodge woman. She is an external woman, who is fairly free but can still maintain her honor. Without having to wear a cape or veil.

" What about Mr Akbar's family?" Ask Amel.

The family?

Smiling wryly, how calm his family. Akbar, himself rarely went home to his parents. Not that it's not, baby. His house was foreign to him. There was no comfort in the home of his parents. There are only fights and quarrels.

Since Akbar revealed the defeat to his two parents. His mother, now more often come to the house and stay occasionally at his house, make him food and also began to pay little attention to him.

There is a sense of joy and happiness mama's face is no longer like it used to be. Slightly more smiling and also looks peaceful, and beautiful even though not young anymore.

" Tomorrow you work in what?" Ask Akbar.

" Morning. why?" Ask back Amel frowned looking at her.

" Go home from work with me, we go to my parents' house. I'll introduce you to them." The answer. Made Amel's eyes widen perfectly to hear it.

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" Ciye... Who else is going the same way Sigit? No more going to the pacet." Senggol Sari, in the morning when cleaning the guest table.

" By Yanna's help. Nemenin's sister's out for a walk." Amel replied, he only found out if Sigit posted his photo with Sigit chat application.

His best friend's sister, posted all the photos she captured including a photo of him. Who secretly sigit photographed her from the side without asking her permission.

" How's the kid?"

" How is what?" Ask back, frown. Not understanding what Sari meant and still faithfully cleaning the tables.

" I mean the same as Yanna. It looks like a really big Sigit cherry." Obviously Sari, trying to understand the nature of Yanna and Sigit. The more reserved Yanna and Sigit spoke the more.

" His name is also a teenager to adulthood. Must be a lot of talk. What else is the desire to find a boyfriend. Wombak continues."

It seems to be true, Sigit is a guy who talks a lot but is also very attentive. Any idea could make Amel laugh at his chatter. Another with her sister, Yanna.

" Have you ever been in a gombalin? if that's my chat son, always keep fighting. Make a shit." Sari's crisp laugh, remembering Sigit's chatter when replying.

" No?" Amel Gel. " I'll never reply to the chat." Its effects.

" Oh yeah.. Sigit also said that. You never reply to the chat. You're too busy, Mel! Chat me the same kids also rarely you reply. You are hard to find a boyfriend. Our people are so cute!" Gerrutu Sari's.

Only Amel, his friend this one does look indifferent with the men and very difficult to approach. Most of them retreated and looked for women who were easily persuaded.

Like himself.

But also can still keep away from striped nose men. Yes, even though he was of his three friends most whiny and spoiled at all.

" Later also comes his own soul mate." Amel Mumbled. " It's a lot of work, don't talk about it." Imbuhnya, stepped away to the kitchen room and back struggling with his work. With his heart pounding.

Thumping because in a few hours will meet the parents who have proposed to him. Refusing can't, for some reason. Akbar is really serious in this relationship or just showing pity.

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