When Married?
The KM Part 11

Flowers sitting at the stop were waiting for the bus to come home. Then a red sports car stopped in front of the Bunga seat.

Tin....

The driver honks and opens the window.

"Let's go in!" It turns out that Literature was carrying the car.

"Thank you, I'm waiting for the bus. You better go quickly. Your car is blocking the way" replied the ketus flower.

"I wouldn't have gotten rid of my car if you didn't want to get in!" Literature said with a pushy tone.

The people who were waiting at the stop stared at Bunga with an intimidating look, as if telling him to quickly leave and not make a fuss.

Bunga was forced to finally board the Literary car because it looks like the man will still insist on parking his car at the stop if Bunga does not come. Literature smiled slanted and then drove his car at moderate speed while turning on classical music.

"Why not wait for me? I told you I wanted to pick you up. It was right up to your friends' supermarkets to tell me that you've gone home first."

"I said I agreed to be picked up? you turned off the phone before I could answer!" sahut Flowers grunt.

"You're good when you're craving." Literature deliberately pinched the cheeks of Flowers.

"What the hell hurts to know!" Flowers are upset.

"If fierce even more beautiful," chirped Literature seduce.

Flower cheeks meet red, however she is a normal woman. It was undeniable when praised like that his heart was blooming happily, let alone praising a man as handsome as Literature. The flower turned her face looking out the window as she felt her cheeks heat up and was definitely blushing red.

"Why did you pick me up? we don't have any relationship? so do not make others misunderstand," the great-grandson of Flowers still remain with a position to turn his back on Literature.

"I just wanted to come by your house. Instead of wasting gasoline I better get you home," for a moment the sentence paused.

"Ehm... So you're saying if I'm going to pick you up, you have to have a relationship first?" back to flirting with Flowers.

Die me, weapon eat sir. Why did this mouth say that.

Flower muttered annoyed at himself.

"Bu-not that I mean, don't talk about it! Wait, what did you say? come by my house, what's the matter?" The flower turned its body facing Literature.

"When I drove you home from the top, your mother told me to stop by. It's not good to refuse a parent's invitation anyway, so today I'm going to fulfill your mother's invitation" she said. Though it was only the reason for Literature in launching its mission to get Flowers.

To myhouse? Meet my mom? Had no mending, my mother must have misunderstood again. To put where my face is.

"But I guess my mom's not home today."

The flower replied nervously, but unfortunately the expression of his agitated facial water could be caught easily by Sastra. Flowers are like an open book that is very easy to read, Literature restrained her laughter while occasionally glancing at Flowers.

"Are you afraid, if your mother thinks I'm your boyfriend again?" he teased while still driving.

It seems he was deliberately trying to irritate me. I was so embarrassed to remember the incident, it felt like I wanted to bury myself right now.

"Where is your boyfriend?" ask Literature.

"Ehm., but if you want I can be your girlfriend."

Bunga was surprised by the statement of Literature until his seat was attached to the car door.

"Hahaha. Don't do it. It's not funny to know hahaha," Flowers laughed awkwardly.

"I'm serious." Literature stared at the Flower with a hard to interpret look. The one in the face froze trying to digest what he had just heard. The flower was silent, not a word came out of its mouth. Until finally the car they were riding arrived at the yard of the Flower house.

"It's better today you don't have to stop by" said Flowers cold and ketus. Then he got out of the car and closed the door without saying thank you.

When Bunga has entered Literature returned to drive his car while smiling with satisfaction.

It seems that the innocent girl has already started to be affected by my seduction, I will continue to spread my charm to ensnare her as fast as possible.

Literary murmur in the heart.

*****

Flowers threw his body onto the bed, the words Literature still ringing in his ears. His face was blushing, he smiled widely and then rolled himself on the bed.

What is this feeling? Why are so many butterflies flying in my stomach? Is this how it feels to be in love?

Flowers unceasingly smiled then buried his face on the pillow. Who is not happy if shot by a man with perfect looks and pajir like Literature, Flowers also do not dismiss the fact that Literature is very charming.Not long time the phone rings a sign there is a phone coming in.

"Hi's Beautiful." Blossoms blush to hear the praise of Literature, her heart flowery called with such a title.

"What's wrong?" flowers try to sound ordinary.

"Right of mind answer? about what I said I was really serious."

Why is he being so forthright, makes me waver.

Flowers felt her chest pounding. "We haven't known Sas for a long time, I think it's too soon. So give me time to think."

"I hope you can give me the answer soon. Don't torture me too long,

because it didn't take me long to fall for a woman as beautiful as you" she blatantly said. If there is a contest acting contest has been confirmed that Literature is the champion.

Flowers re-energize with literary flutter, especially this is the first time there is a man who expresses his feelings clearly towards him.

"Give me a week to think about it." He answered as calmly as possible when his heart felt like running here and there.

"All right, good night."

Bunga felt so happy, actually he wanted to immediately answer yes to Literature. Bunga is not hypocritical that he also wants Literature, but he deliberately buy time to give answers so as not to seem cheap. That afternoon became a very beautiful afternoon for Bunga, occasionally he hummed and unceasingly smiled.

I will not waste this opportunity, I must hold it firmly, what I have been looking for all this time is in sight. Added with a handsome and rich face and I also like Literature. If I'm with him I can be proud in front of everyone, especially Ina and Aunt Ida who always insult me. Look, I won't let them do that again.

It's common sense to be careful of strangers as if they don't work anymore. Without Flowers realize the words of people who often underestimate him because they do not have a partner, gradually over time influence and change his personal ambition to be able to get more partners than people who mock him.