Touch Me Slowly's

Nanaeng Hela's

"What the hell, are you yelling like that?" Sweet comes out of the kitchen while carrying a tray containing tea that is still steaming.

"Sugary?" surprised Malo, his sister.

The four-year-old different woman rush with him approaches Sweet. "You're home, Nis? Same when?"

"New, Ka. I haven't been with them long."

Malo. "They? Who do they mean you?"

"They're both this, Ka." Appoint Mike and the man's assistant, Parto.

"What's? You brought these two men here? Are you threatened by them? Tell Brother, let Brother mash this one-on-one!" Malo raised his sleeves, preparing to throw fists at the faces of the two gawking men staring at him.

"Geez, Ka .. No, I came here with them. This is Mike my boss, and this is Mr. Parto his assistant" Sweet said.

The two compactly smiled, showing their white teeth staring at Malo.

"Boss?" sahut Malo does not believe.

She thought that the two people who were sitting looking at her were the loan sharks who used to come to their house, to collect the debts of her husband who never came home again.

"Yes, Ka. Boss I came here to Mau—"

"I want to propose Sweet, Ka.

"Applying?" sahut Malo.

"Mike!" jakak Manis did not want her brother to know first.

"What is it, Nis?" malo asked looking at his sister.

"Eh, i-iya, Ka..," said Sweet bashfully.

"God ... I think they want to collect Simbolon's belly debt here." Malo sat down near Mike who reflexively retreated backwards.

"You want to propose to my sister?" tanyanya.

"Yes, Ka" said Mike holding his breath.

The long-haired woman with skin color that was not much different from Sweet, leaning her face to look at Mike up close.

Squeezing his eyes and sniffing, Malo retreated after watching Mike closely.

"You're a Jakarta man?" Mike nodded.

"What do you have in Jakarta?" malo asked in curiosity.

"Ka...," interrupted Sweet is not tasty.

"You've been quiet, brother didn't ask you!"

Sweet clucked, staring at Mike. The man looked uncomfortable but tried to sit quietly.

"I'm a model, Ka," said Mike politely.

"Models?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You look like you're a model? It's like you're a handsome boy...!" malo Cibir.

"But Mike is prettier than your belly, Ka!" sweet Side again.

She did not accept her future husband was said so by her brother who had always been a hobby of vilifying other men except Simbolon.

"I'm kidding, Nis. Diliat from wherever your husband-to-be is more handsome than a big belly a lot of that debt!" sahut Malo laughed amusedly.

"You're aware now." Sweetness back to smirk her sister.

"I didn't realize that I was being shoved into my mouth" said Malo, laughing in front of the three men.

Sweet can only shake his head to hear his brother's words, followed by Mike who laughed grimly looking at the pity of women who had wanted Sweet match with him at the beginning of their meeting first.

As if laughing at himself, Malo was suddenly thrown sloppily by a middle-aged woman from the front door.

"Oh..," the ringist was shocked.

"Mom told you not to laugh like a seedless granny so Malo!" said the middle-aged woman entered their house.

"Mother...." Sweet stood up to the woman who looked very tired after coming home from the rice field.

"Sweet, you're home, son?" he hugged his youngest son.

"Yes mother, I haven't been here long."

"Who is this?" tanyakanya.

"It's nanaeng hela (prospective daughter-in-law) her mother..," said Malo first.

Badia let go of her embrace with Sweet, staring intently at Malo. "You want to get married again? Not satisfied with your playin Simbolon?!" his jolt pointed at the face of his eldest son.

"Why be Malo, Mom? This is her future husband Sweet, not Malo!" the woman with her chest did not accept.

"What's? Sweet husband candidate?" shocked Badia.

"Yes, Mom. I'm Mike, her future husband Sweet..," said the man with a foreign face introduced himself.

"Geez, sweetie, where'd you get this handsome guy from?" Badia starts to stir up on her own, pulling Mike to sit nearby.

Malo immediately sneered at his mother, who still smelled of sweat, sitting with a man who smelled of expensive perfume.

"Here you guys came here together?" ask Badia.

"Yes, Mom. I'm here to meet you and propose Sweet, " said Mike without saying stale.

"Applying?" shocked Badia.

"Yes, Mom. If Mom and sister would like to, I would propose Sweet to be my wife."

Sweet blushed embarrassed to hear Mike's outspoken words to his mother and brother. There was not the slightest trace of hesitation visible from the handsome man's face.

"What do you have to propose to Mom's daughter to be your wife?" asked Badia to know.

The woman did not want her daughter to return to be the victim of men who said they loved her child, but instead left them on the grounds of looking for work.

Badia does not want the incident that happened to Malo, happened to her youngest child Sweet. The son she loves the most and is more obedient to than Malo.

"I have a job as a model, and I have a clothing business, Mom. I also have a house, and a car and some property that I bought myself to give Sweet, as our wedding dowry later."

Badia nodded her head looking at Mike from top to bottom. Seen from any angle, this man in front of him does look like a person is and sincere to his son, he thought.

Badia's eyes unintentionally stared at Parto who had been sitting near them, holding a black bag.

"Who is this then?" point it at Parto.

"Oh this is my assistant, ma'am. His name is Parto."

"That kind of important person you have an assistant everything..," said Badia amused.

"You don't love the same mother's child?" ask the middle-aged woman again.

"Love, Mom."

"You can guarantee your son is happy with you?!"

"Can, Mom."

"Where are your seeds, upright not standing?"

"LT...!" sweet Sela with a blushing face.

"What's? I just want to make sure. Mother does not want the children Mother lack a living born and inner from her husband. Enough of your brother to do that, you don't!"

Malo snorted with an annoyed heart. This was all because of Simbolon until he lived with an unclear status, and became the subject of the sneers of the village until now.

"My seeds are still healthy, ma'am. Can stand up straight for fifteen centi" said Mike with a serious face.

Sweet increasingly red hue heard the blaster man's clear speech in front of his mother and brother.

"Good, tomorrow I'm calling our customary elders to propose you to Mother's son."

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Ok, a living born inner version, Bu Badia cakeppp 🤭😆