When Married?
KM Part 12's

Since that day, Literature continues to disturb the tranquility of life Flower. Every day Literature whines to be allowed to pick up Flowers when coming home from work.

"Hi pretty girl, is it over yet?" Literature approached Bunga who was displaying goods at the supermarket. Literature leaned her tall body against the wall while putting both of her hands into her pants pocket casually.

Bugh....

The flower hit Literature's shoulder with all its might and the one that was hit only grimaced thinly.

"Maybe it's his mouth don't make a sound!" flower Protest while pouting.

"Auhh. Wh why? is something wrong?" ask him with a sinless face.

Of course wrong, you called me that in a public place out loud, what you didn't realize that you were doing was attracting the attention of many people.

"Not acting, it's impossible to punch me that badly. What wrestler am I? now please step aside and wait outside. If you continue to stand here that my work is not finished! You have nothing else to do but disturb me. Aren't you the CEO?" Flowers grunt and put the things that are on his tattoo haphazard.

"It's precisely because I'm the boss so I can manage my schedule as I please." Literature answered with confidence.

"And also I will continue to believe that you still have not answered my statement at that time."

"Sad.. You arrogant! Doesn't a boss have to be a role model for his employees? not even as it seems!" Flowers began to be irritated because of the behavior of Literature that always disturbed him while working.

"I was waiting outside." Literature blinked one of her eyes and smiled sweetly revealing her dimples, then passed away going out the supermarket.

My heart how are you, are you okay? his dimples are really dangerous.

****

After one week.

Currently Bunga is in a fancy restaurant and sits opposite Literature.

"What do you want to order?" Literature asked while flipping through the menu book.

"I want to go home!"

"Can't! You won't be able to escape again today. It's been over a week and you still haven't given me an answer. This time I won't let you get away with it" said Sastra.

Duh how to start a conversation about it, I was so nervous.

The flower muttered while biting its lips.

"I. um um. My answer is yes" Flowers said in a soft voice while bowing to hide her warming face.

"What did you say, I'm not horrified?" Literature teased him, when honestly he wanted to jump for joy when he heard two hurups that slid from the girl's mouth.

"No re-broadcast!" sahutya.

Flowers just bowed in shame to be treated that way, everything she experienced with Literature was her first time. Seeing the flower that shy cat makes Literature want to mengahilinya.

"Why are you suddenly so docile now?" ledek Literature made Flowers immediately pull his hand.

"I used to be a beast!" annoyed. In fact, Bunga was only trying to cover up his nervousness because his heart was beating very fast beating his chest as if it was about to explode.

Literature is tight. God, why is this girl so adorable. Usually the women who met him tried to tease him desperately, but miraculously this time he even had to tease the girl first.

Literature also can not examine his own feelings why he was willing to act like a unstable teenager just to get a girl. From the very beginning Literature was just obsessed with screwing the girl nothing else. But it seems like this time a different story will color his life story in the future.

They finished their meal in silence while smiling at each other. Flowers occasionally steal the view and Literature pretends to be ignorant with the behavior of Flowers, even though Literature is holding back laughter with the innocent behavior of the girl before her.

****

Literary car has arrived in the yard of the Flower house. Just as Bunga was about to open the car door, Sastra held her hand.

"Wait, you're off tomorrow, right?" Literature asked while holding the hand of Flowers.

"Hmmm...." The flower simply answered him with a murmur.

"Tomorrow I'd like you to watch a movie in the cinema, would you like to please?" Literature puts on a bright look.

"OK on good."

Literary hand moves to slip the strands of hair Flower kelinganya and cupped both cheeks. Flowers suddenly gasped to be treated like that.

"Once again thank you for being my girlfriend" said Sastra.

Now the distance of their faces was only one inch and Flowers could feel the warm breath of Literature scented with mint on her face. Suddenly a cold and chewy object landed on her lips, Flowers rounded her eyes as Literature kissed her gently.

Is this what it's called kissing, please save my reddened face.

Literature slightly pulled her face after the gentle kiss on the lips of Flowers, while Bunga was still in shock as this her first kiss made Literature chuckle amusedly at the expression of her sculpting girl.

the man slapped his finger at the lips of the Flower. Then clutching the girl's body into her arms, the masculine scent of the expensive perfume Literature burst into the smell of Flowers, tempting her to linger there.

Then Literature released her embrace and fondly stroked the Flower's hair. "Come in, it's night now. Rest," he said with a smile and dimples that adorn his beautiful face.

Flowers finally re-awakened from his attitude earlier. Without a word Bunga got down from the Literature car then waved his hand and immediately entered his house.

Literature returned to his car with a carefree heart, it seemed like he was going to sleep well tonight.

Flowers sat on the edge of the bed and touched her lips while imagining the incident in the car earlier. A red tinge was immediately visible on his face and in the next second he rolled around on the bed while covering his face with both hands.

It's like kissing, I'm ashamed....