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The buttons of the clothes have been released one by one so as not to leave one. The five fingers are now crawling from the stomach to the top. His face also approached to work together to make this woman ask for more. In fact, this small action managed to invite sweet whines out just like that. He loved that sound and really ... Vita was almost crazy to make.

Pause for a moment, Vita can see a cold gaze, a little bit full of longing. Pay attention to the handsome face with a gentle smile that splits his slightly mincing chin. His skin was pure white, whiter than him because the skin of the Vita was yellow. His body is not too athletic, but fit and pleasing to the eye. Smell, don't ask anymore. It was completely intoxicating and made his consciousness almost disappear when he was nearby.

The activity continues. The man took off his clothes and dropped them so that they were on the floor. But when the hand almost landed on a thin pink skin, immediately Vita realized.

“Stitching has not dried. Don't mess around,” threatened him with slick eyes.

“Ya Lord ...” Yudha exhaled her breath into the air, “My head,”.

“Why?”

“Pusing.”

“Pay off all your promises, I just gave you.”

“Good. Just hug me then,” he said finally resigned.

Behind her back, Vita held back a laugh. He did not lie, what was said, was so. Other things, he also has not had time to provide contraceptive pills to make himself safe from the seeds that will later be deposited.

“Just holding back won't make you die, Mas. Be patient.”

“I know.”

***

The schedule of meeting with Abah Haikal's best friend was determined after yesterday he contacted his best friend by phone. The woman's name was Deana, commonly called Dea. He is 24 years old, still alone. Had been at the sermon, but failed because, yes because maybe not a match.

Tonight is the time. Umi Ros and Abah are ready. They seem to be compatible with wearing a rather formal dress to make it look more memorable, because what he came to was not an arbitrary family.

“Where is our son, Mi?” ask Abah. “So depart or not?”

“So dong, Bah. In a moment.”

A moment later, Alif came out wearing neat clothes as well. Semi-formal clothes complete with a watch and a hairdo that is so neat. Umi and Abah were amazed.

“Well, this is good. One look only girls can fall in love,” praise Umi smile.

“Dump your torn clothes into the trash. No longer worth using,” said Abah because he did not like the previous Alif fashion.

“Let your pants tear, but they are expensive. Mending Alif sell at o el ek.”

Umi commented immediately. “There are people who want to buy your used clothes. Who are you? Zayn malik?”

“Slightly similar,” replied Alif confidently. But then add, “Cryption leg.”

Abah and Umi laughed.

“Ya already, we are leaving now,” Abah said next. Especially for today, Abah who drove them to the destination of—because he was the only one who knew the place.

“That's a shame, Yudha same Vita did not come,” said Umi when they were already on their way. Yes, he kept remembering them, not knowing the time, day or night.

“Still introduction, Mi. Not yet proposed. Not necessarily also Alif suitable later,” said Abah.

“Maybe Umi misses them.” Alif also commented, although his eyes did not switch from the game he was playing on his phone. “Call, Mi. Than keep thinking.”

“Umi is only worried, if Vita still does not want to return with your brother ...”

“Yes it's natural not to want. Alif knows how tortured Vita lives with Brother. You are stupid.”

Umi nudged him for disagreeing with his son's last sentence. “Often you guys chat with Vita in rented?”

“Not really, but several times.”

“The girl whose name is Dara, Alif knows also?”

“Well the guy?”

“Good, beautiful, independent, brave again. Same as sister-in-law.”

“You like her?”

“Lack of know,” replied Alif of origin.

“You are not clear.” Umi clucked.

After traveling for thirty minutes, they finally arrived at the residence of Deana, the second daughter of Mr. Agung and Ms. Hartati.

A house with two floors that are not too large, but surrounded by a large yard. All three are welcome to enter by one of the household assistants to sit in the living room.

Cold weather felt in the room. Likely, the owner had indeed prepared it from earlier because he knew what time they had come. The aroma of electric therapy is lit with a beautiful colorful lamp, whose fragrance is so soothing.

“That's what brand, the hell is Lif?” ask umi on that sweet smelling thing. The habit of mothers if they find things like this. Must be curiosity and want to have it so big.

“Umi ...” one word magic warning from abah that made his wife instantly speechless.

“Just ask Abah. Umi wants to wear it like that also at home let the room smell,” replied Umi slowly almost inaudible.

Shortly after, Hajj came out with his wife. The three immediately stood up and shook hands as a friend used to do when they met each other. Even with Alif who immediately got more attention than them.

“This is your first son, sir?” tanya Haji Agung still pay close attention to the look on the face of Haikal's second son.

“Not, this is the second. If the first one already has a wife,” replied Abah Haikal refuting their missed guess.

“Oh, sorry in advance. I think the first. They are very similar.”

“Betul, Mr. Haji, they are very similar. It's just that his brother has a medium stature, if this one is a bit bigger,” said Umi Ros.

“But the first one didn't come?” ask the Great Hajj again.

“No, it happens that he is at his wife's house and the location is quite far away. So it's not present.”

Pak Haji Agung frowned looking at Alif, then said, “Name ...”

“Alif Noran,” said Alif immediately replied.

“Oh, yes, Alif.”

Pak Haji Agung and his wife nodded their heads while continuing to pay attention. Alif so wrong behavior if continue to be observed like that. Because from his gaze it was like he was judging his values. Am I less angry? Inner wonders.

“Where to go, Sir?” ask Abah Haikal.

“Wait a minute I call,” replied Bu Hartati then passed to the back to call his son. A little later, he returned alone. He was with a woman who was wearing a veil. His clothes were perfectly closed leaving his eyes alone. But what makes Alif want to undo his intention is, Dea is very fat and short. Not as ideal as he expected.

Let others consider him a hypocrite, in fact he himself is quite decent. It was very possible that he was looking for more than this. Everyone feels free to choose.

“This is my son, Dea,” said Bu Hartati introducing his daughter. “He is not good at cooking, never works hard either. I hope Mother Ros will tell her. But he will learn to do.”

“Better I say now than later startled,” sahut Haji Agung chimed.

Alif smiling. Smiles are forced if they realize it. This was far from his expectations. It seems, it is not too good if you want to get married just because of being chased by deadlines; because of age.

Now that his mind was open, searching for the future wife was not as easy as turning the fried tempeh inside the cauldron.

'It's hard to find a soul mate....'

***

To be continued.