When Married?
KM Part 116

The two of them took off each other's embrace, then stuck their eyebrows together with their eyes closed for a while.

Literature pulled his face, he moved to change his sitting position to rise and lean on the bed and then pulled Bunga to lean on the chest of his field. Literature's left hand grabbed the Flower and stroked the girl's back as soft as silk, making the Flower feel very safe and comfortable to make.

Silence stretched between them, as if immersed in each other's feelings. There was only the sound of breathing from the two. Literature is so grateful that finally being able to embrace her lover again, she will not waste the second chance that God has given her.

"Sad." The sound of flowers breaks the silence.

"Hem."

"Why do you call our son a son? even I myself do not know if he is a man or a woman," asked Bunga.

"Because our son often meets me in dreams. He's a handsome boy, dimpled like me, and his eyes are as beautiful as yours" said Sastra with a knotty smile.

Flowers are a little. "But why did he never come into my dreams? does my son hate me? because I failed to look after her?" The look on Flower's face suddenly turned grim.

Literature kisses the forehead of Flowers. "No dear, he loves you very much. He didn't come to you because he didn't want to make you sadder, he wanted you to smile all the time. You should know, he's not alone in there, there's my mom and your dad with him."

"Is he happy?" again a small sobbing of flowers sounded.

"Of course, and from now on you must also be happy, so that our son is always happy there."

Flowers nodded and Literature rubbed her head. Literature sits upright and corrects its position so that it becomes face to face, then grabs the hand of Flowers into his grasp.

"Flower, there's something I want to give you. I know, maybe what I'm about to say is too late, but I don't want to waste any more time." Literature took a long breath. "Aulia's flower, will you marry me?" say Literature while looking at the iris of those pretty eyes.

As soon as the Flower gasped, the words he had once looked forward to were now completely heard in his ears. It might be too late, but the love in his heart was still the same as it used to be.

The flower peeps into the eyes of Literature in search of belief and justification there. Then his gaze softened and he nodded.

"Yes, I do," replied the Flower. His lips were smiling but trembling with the taste of haru.

Literature feels happiness in its heart, for the flower does not reject it. "Thank you baby, thank you for accepting me, thank you for loving me and thank you for forgiving me, I'm so grateful."

A aura of happiness filled the entire atmosphere of the room, not only were their bodies intertwined but their hearts were also intertwined.

However, suddenly Flower released her embrace then hit Literature's shoulder and slightly distanced her body.

"Eh wait. You should repeat your proposal to me, what kind of proposal is this?sure enough, you asked me to marry you in the hospital! No rings and no flowers, you're not romantic!" Flowers start to sulk.

Literature chuckles. "I know it's too sudden. Sorry, I haven't even had time to prepare a ring or a flower for you. But I don't want to waste my time anymore. Be my companion, be my wife, accompany my journey and take it with me." Literature kissed the back of the flower's hand.

"Don't seduce me, anyway you have to propose to me properly!" The girl pursed her lips.

"Hahaha, well my dear anything I would do for you, but please don't move your lips, it makes me want to do this_"

Cup....

Literature kisses the lips of Flowers.

Blushhhh

Flower's face reddened, it turns out he is still back blushing when this is not the first time.

"Don't carelessly kiss me, I haven't fully accepted you yet."

Literature chuckled and finally they laughed together.

*****

When love has chosen you, it will turn you on as well as torment you, making you happy but sometimes making you suffer.

That feeling carried you up to the heights until it touched the clouds with its mesra, but sometimes it suddenly descended to the roots and shook its grip with all its merciless might.

That is all that love does to you, so that you can understand the secret of the heart about what is called love.