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If you propose to you

Farzan came home angry, upset, but also sad. All this time never asked for anything from his parents, but why when he asked for a happiness, his mother seemed not to give it, even adding to his burden and guilt for fighting the mother.

Farzan's car had stopped in front of Sandra's house, but she hadn't come down yet. Farzan leaned his back and head, looking up at the ceiling of the cabin.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, regulating her emotions and trying to be ordinary so that Sandra would not worry about herself. Farzan rubbed his face, got out of the car and walked towards the house.

Sandra was in the room when she heard Farzan's car stop. He then exited the room until the movement of the hand to open the door stopped when he saw Farzan never get out of the car.

“What's the problem?” sandra asked a guess because Farzan was still in the car long enough.

Sandra chose to be quiet and watched, until when she saw Farzan go down, she immediately sat on the sofa and waited for her lover to knock on the door.

Farzan knocked on the door because it was locked by Sandra according to her orders this morning. Sandra immediately stood up and walked over to open the door, as the door opened and they faced each other, the woman immediately commented on the warm smile. Sandra thought that if Farzan was in trouble, at least a smile could be a bit of a relief.

Farzan looked at Sandra's smile, all the resentment and anger that had been stirring up from nowhere.

“You're home, what time is it?” Like a wife who saw her husband coming home, Sandra paid attention to Farzan wholeheartedly.

Farzan smiled at Sandra's question, while married to his ex-wife, Grisel never asked like Sandra. Never mind the question, a smile was never given to make the man feel not considered by the wife at that time.

“I'm worried about you,” replied Farzan while returning Sandra's smile. “You've had lunch?” ask the man again.

Sandra shook her head, at home unable to cook nor had she ordered any food.

Sandra nodded then asked Farzan to enter first.

The two sat on the sofa waiting for the food to come. Sandra looked at Farzan who looked so angry, the man himself had tried not to show his anxiety, but the business with his mother was difficult to be brushed off from the mind.

“Zan, is there a problem?” ask Sandra carefully.

Farzan turned to Sandra who was sitting next to him, looking at the lover who looked worried about him.

“No problem,” replied Farzan not directly honest.

“You sure? If there is, there is no harm in telling me. Didn't you say you felt relieved after telling me? Why don't you do it if it can make you relieved?” sandra asked, reminding when the man used to pour out his heart about the household with Grisel.

Farzan looked at Sandra, feeling that the woman was truly caring and compassionate. Her heart felt so relieved and calm when she was with Sandra.

Farzan hugged Sandra though not too docked because of Sandra's hand that still uses a buffer. Spoiledly he rested his head on the woman's shoulders.

Sandra was so surprised by what Farzan did, that her left hand tried to rub the man's back constantly.

“What's up? You got a problem?” sandra asked in a soft voice.

“San, if I propose to you then we get married, will you agree?”