Touch Me Slowly's

Oma

"Sampe when do you want to sleep there Mike?" tanya Sweet saw the crossbreed man moving towards the sofa of his room.

"Sampe Lo brenti kicked me to yesterday!"

"When have I ever kicked you?" sweet asked unconsciously.

"God, I still love my ass, Nis. Tar if why-napa Lo is also difficult can not be sure..," said Mike resigned.

"What do you think, what do you mean?"

Mike clucked lazily pulling the blanket. "Udah do not need to ask a lot, you will also know if we are married. I want to go to sleep, I'm sleepy!"

Sweet grumbling along to lay themselves on a big bed owned by his superiors. If you think it's mending he sleeps in his own room just below.

Sweet felt like a child who asked for company while sleeping, he thought.

The front door bell rang loudly in Mike's room. The woman, who was still very sleepy, woke up from her sleep.

Sweet looked at Mike who was still soundly asleep without being disturbed in the slightest, with the sound of a bell that was getting stronger.

Jeez ... Who, the hell, who's visiting early in the morning like a gini? Sweet rubbed her eyes while yawning opened the door.

"Who?"

A woman with a cane in her right hand and hair in the conde, frowned at the startled Sweet.

"Who are you? What's in my granddaughter's house?" the lady's jolt hit Sweet's knee with her stick.

"Ouch...." Sweet grimacing rubbed his knees. "Kok banging, the hell Oma?"

"Omma? Who are you calling Oma?! I'm not your Oma!" the law does not accept.

"Yes, sorry. Who's oma looking for?" sahut Sweet, back to make the old woman upset.

"Mike...!" The woman went inside the house and started screaming for her grandson's name.

"Eh, what do you want to find Mike?" tanya Sweet still did not know who she was dealing with.

The woman didn't bother with Sweet's question and kept shouting calling Mike's name.

The man with his hair still in disarray and without wearing the shirt, descended hastily from the second floor of his room.

"Grandmas?" peekik Mike surprised.

"Why don't you wear Mike's shirt?!"

"Why what is Grandma? Kan, I'm like this if you want to sleep from small..," said Mike without feeling guilty.

"Don't boong, who is this woman? Why is she at home with you?!" point Jessie at Sweet.

"Oh, she's my future wife Grandma." said Mike lightly.

"Huh? Wife-to-be?" surprised Jessie.

"Yes." Yeah." Mike approaches Sweet, embracing the woman's shoulders who is confused by what's really going on here.

"We're getting married, so I asked him to stay here with me Grandma."

Jessie was speechless staring at the probing two people in front of her. "Do you want to marry my granddaughter?"

Mike squeezed Sweet's shoulder gave the code to say his oma. Can be terrible if Sweet even said not, murmured in the heart.

The mother of his father is indeed the most chatty for the affairs of a mate, it seems Moses who sent Jessie here thought Mike. After he omanya this is still in Germany until now.

"Eh, i-iya Oma," said Sweet.

"Here, here you are!" call Jessie on Sweet.

Afraid of the manic-nosed woman approached the woman who hit her earlier with a stick, until Sweet sat next to her.

"Who's your name?"

"Sweet, Oma...."

"What money?"

"Twenty-two, Oma."

"Where did you live before?"

"I am from Samosir, Oma. Dateng here looking for work."

Jessie squinted her eyes at the probing Sweet from top to bottom.

Mike swallowed the coarse salivary, waiting for his omens to return to sound. He knows that Jessie must be judging Sweet right now.

Jessie does often judge people from the beginning of the first meeting, and usually her judgment is always right. Jessie can judge a person just by his appearance and way of speaking. It's like a test for anyone who wants to get into their family.

"Mike," call Jessie without taking her eyes off Sweet.

"Have you met Sweet's family?"

"Yet Oma."

"Why?"

"It's not yet Oma."

Jessie clucked her stick near the sofa where she was sitting. "Sampe when is your contract abis?"

"There's still a month left, Oma."

"Ask the same, Mr. Parto how much penalty you have to pay if you want to end the contract!"

Mike frowned not understanding. "Why is that?"

"Said you were getting married? Oma don't want you to spend any more time, it's not good you nyimpen a virgin boy long at your house Mike!"

"Eh, so Oma ngizinin I married the same Sweet?" ask Mike to be happy.

Jessie lifted her glasses and touched Sweet's chin. "He fits you, plain and simple."

Mike smiled, clenching his hands high into the air. To convince the oman is not easy, it turns out Sweet can make the old woman's heart was moved also thought Mike.

"Tu-wait, Oma. I'm not ready to marry Mike!" sweet Sela who had been silent since. Mike sits quietly behind Sweet.

"Why?" ask Jessie.

"I don't love her yet, Oma...." Honest, Sweet talk.

Jessie rearranged her glasses a little glancing at her grandson Mike.

"How has Mike always treated you? I mean Oma ... has he ever been rude to you or not?" jessie asked turned one hundred and eighty degrees with her soft voice.

Jessie doesn't want to lose a rare woman like Sweet thought. Sweetness can definitely make her granddaughter's life happier and more colorful than before, having decided to move out of their home.

"Never, it's Oma. Mike's been nice all this time with me, polite and the guy."

"Trus if you're alone again, you often feel wrong behavior?"

Sweet looks silent thinking. "She, Oma."

Jessie smiled thinly, plainly this woman muttered.

"Maybe you've fallen in love with Mike but haven't realized it yet, Nis. Oma is sure your feelings for Mike are getting bigger and bigger, and you can realize that later."

"Times, the hell Oma?" tanya Sweet was not sure.

"Yes, believe me the same Oma."

Mike smiled with satisfaction and pointed his thumb at Jessie. The old woman seems to want to help Mike convince Sweet to marry him.

If this is the case, Mike is sure Sweet will not be able to refuse his invitation again like yesterday.

"Don't smile at you Mike! How are you, sure you haven't made the same heart Sweet?!" jessie joked after Sweet went to the kitchen to make breakfast for them.

"What the hell, Oma .. ngagetin aja."

"Don't try messing around Sweet, Mike. She's the most appropriate woman for you, compared to the woman you brought two years ago with Oma!"

"Yes, know! Don't worry about Oma."

Mike snorted considering Carmela, the woman he had a serious relationship with two years ago. Their relationship had to end because Carmela preferred her career as a model of that time.

The woman also said that she would never marry any man because she did not want to be in a relationship.

Mike opted to step down not wanting to fight for Carmela, plus Omanya who disliked her figure as a modern woman who was happy to the nightclub like her.

"Next week we go to Sweet village to propose to him. You prepare yourself as best you can, Oma does not want you two-two long at home like this!"

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Ok, get ready for Mike and Sweet, well 🤭😁