When Married?
KM Part 13

It's been a month since they've dated. Every weekend they fill in for a date, whether it's going to the movies or just hanging out at the cafe. And it has been a month also Literature must try to control his desires every time adjacent to the Flower.

As usual, this afternoon Literature was waiting outside the supermarket to pick up her girl. Her girl? Yes, the girl, because only this time she was dating someone and somehow she felt very comfortable living it.

Though the initial intention of Literature to live this status just to resolve the curiosity of the Flower. In the past he never wanted to have to bother to have a relationship called dating, because without status even many women who queue willingly surrender themselves to him.

Then the flower came out of the supermarket holding her bag and approached Literature leaning on her luxury car. The women passing around the supermarket almost all glanced and were bewitched by the aura of Literature, The Flower that witnessed it suddenly felt irritated and annoyed.

"Are you really waiting for me? or again spread the charm anyway?" its spray. Flowers glared towards those women who were looking at Literature flirtatiously.

"Hey, don't get angry when you get old." Literature pinched the chin of Flowers and smiled seductively. Literary dimples are always his weakness, if his man smiles sweetly showing dimples his cheeks destroyed already his sense of regret.

"Are you jealous?" sastra said while squinting her eyes.

"If so, why not?" sahut Flower fierce. Literature chuckled and immediately clasped the girl's hand.

"I like it when you're jealous, the prettier." Literary smiled meaningfully then opened his car door. After Bunga entered he also walked around, following sitting behind the wheel and then drove his car.

Meanwhile, since then Flower only smiled to himself while bowed to hide his face. Literature chuckles amusedly with the behavior of flowers that are easy to blush.

"The end of this week accompany me touring yes, the plan I want to tour with my friends one community using a motorbike to the area near the beach. You want to please." Memelas literature.

Bunga will not be able to refuse if his girlfriend is already in sulking mode.

"I want to get you, but I have to ask my mother for permission."

"You take it easy, I'll say. Must be ngizinin's mother," he said confidently.

"Is the mother's son really me or you? it seems like mother is more obedient to your words than I am," Flowers clucked bitterly.

Literature just chuckles and pecks the back of the hand of the Flower that is in his hand. Along the way home they linked each other's hands as if afraid that the bond would be broken.

Literature itself is still not able to examine his feelings, he always feels different when it comes to the girl. It has been a month since she decided to date Bunga and she has never been seen again with.

They arrived in front of the house of Flowers and Literature came down to stop by. Flowers invited him in and invited him to sit down.

Ms. Marni was moved to Literature and the man immediately greeted her with respect.

"Well, there's a handsome boy. How's it going?" ask Miss Marni sumringah.

"Flowers make a drink. There are even guests in the wine" ordered Miss Marni.

"I'm the girlfriend of Bunga. My name is Sastra" he said politely as he extended his hand to shake hands.

Literature is educated with a strict attitude. He is also always taught to be able to quickly adjust in any situation. So no wonder at a young age he was trusted to manage the company by his father, it's just that something and the environment of his friends who embrace promiscuity makes him get carried away with the flow and become wild outside.

"So this Literature Boy is really his girlfriend's Flower?" Miss Marni is curious.

"True Auntie, I'm sorry I just stopped by today."

"It's okay. But in the future should often stop by to be more familiar," said Bu Marni excited.

The flower only spouted at the base of her nose because of her mother's attitude to Literature.

Well why can't mom just jaim a little.

"She must be Aunt, and I came here to ask permission. Tomorrow I intend to invite Bunga to take a tour to the area near the beach, all refreshing. Can Aunty?" Literature says by putting on its sweetest smile.

"Ooo. Just take the bike carefully and don't speed it."

"Every aunt, thanks for the permission. Now I want to go home first. Flowers I'm home." Literature rose from its seat.

"Flower deliver the Literature Boy ahead don't just stay there." Miss Marni interrupted Bunga.

The girl got up, walked around Literature and drove right up to her car.

"I'll go home, see you tomorrow."

Literature kissed her forehead suddenly making Flowers flinched in shock. A red tinge appeared on his cheek and he immediately pinched Literary's muscular stomach.

"You're! What if someone sees it? it's just beyond me I'm embarrassed." Flowers grumbling.

"So if it's not outside I can dong kiss you?" god of Jahil Literature.

"That's not what it means!" said the girl was upset.

"It's better that you go home sooner, than worse."

The flower turned around, quickly stepping its feet inside the house and leaving Literature still standing outside. His heart beats unbecoming. His lips smiled widely and he ran into his room.

Literature drove his vehicle away from the house of Bunga, without realizing it throughout the journey he smiled to himself, like a teenager who had just known love.