When Married?
KM Part 17's
The flowers went into the bathroom and washed his face. He stared at her reflection in the mirror of the sink then touched her thumping chest.
So is this what it's like to be dating? Are other people the same as me when experiencing dating for the first time? Easy hue and pounding. I think I should start getting used to it.
Long Bunga stood in front of the mirror, then he tied his long hair up to expose his tie neck. When he came out of the bathroom it turned out that Literature was no longer in his bed.
His eyes looked at the room. The Literature Room is designed so fittingly in accordance with the masculine aura of its owner. All furniture and beds are also in color with the wall paint. Then he noticed the wall near the window, there displayed dozens or even hundreds of neatly arranged photos.
Klekkk....
The sound of the door opened, Literature found the flower was engrossed in paying attention to the photos of the shots. Flowers so focused that they did not hear the sound of her footsteps. Literature approached and hugged her from behind, placed her chin on the recess of the girl's neck and inhaled the pleasant aroma that was emanating from her tiered neck.
The bristling flower received such treatment, but he had already promised himself that from now on it should get used to this kind of atmosphere.
"What are you paying attention to?" ask Literature.
"Are you the one who took the picture? everything looks beautiful." The flower asked while trying to normalize his heart rhythm.
"My hobby in photography. While studying abroad I often spend my time looking for unique objects for my camera shots. Actually one of the companies I run in photography is purely mine, while the other one still belongs to my father. I opened a professional photo studio and already have 30 branches in various cities in Indonesia. Especially for my efforts this one as much as possible I go directly to the field to monitor the performance of my employees to provide satisfactory results for clients.
"So when we met at the reception because you were monitoring your people?" The flowers asked.
"really. I want to ensure client satisfaction because they've already paid a very expensive rate at my place."
Then Sastra lightly tipped the neck of the Flower level making the girl's hair more bristling, then the sound of the stomach of the Flower that asked in the contents interrupted the two.
Kruuuk....
Literature chuckled and then turned the position of the flower so faced him. He linked his fingers leading his girl out of the room. Flowers cursed her because her stomach rang at an inappropriate time.
O stomach why are you doing this to me, huhuhu.
Literature brought Bunga sitting at the dinner table, there were already two servings of chocolate jam bread, fruit salad, a glass of coffee and warm milk.
"Here are you making it?" Flowers ask curiously.
"Yup, of course. I've been used to living alone since High School. So if I just make breakfast, I can too. You should be proud of yourself because you are the first person who can taste my work," he said proudly.
Flowers smiled widely and immediately ate his breakfast greedily full of gratitude, he spent it without rest because his stomach had indeed been protesting for the contents since.
"If your application file for my company is ready immediately notify me," said Sastra on the sidelines sipping his coffee.
"If you need my help to take care of it, call me okay?" the Literature Pinta that greeted the nod of Flowers excitedly.
"This was your last night outfit. Now take a shower, after this I'll drive you home." Literature gently stroked the Flower's head as it passed into the guest room.
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Flowers have arrived in front of his house, Literature came down and stopped by for a while to say hello and then left from there. The traffic lights were red and Sastrapun stopped his car, his mind glaring back to the time on the beach yesterday.
He also does not understand himself. Why could such magical words slip from his mouth.
I love you?
It's insane! He laughed at himself, it was the first time for him to say it to a girl. Was he really in love with her or just out of lust? Or is he stuck in his own game.
Literature awakens from his daydream due to the sound of a car horn behind him. He saw that the street light had changed to green and he immediately put his car back on.
*****
In the afternoon, Bunga sat back and gathered with his family.
"Mom, Sir. I got a job offer at a big company, one of its branches Literature. His salary is almost three times what I'm paying now, it's just out of town. Please mom and dad allow me to work there, because opportunities like this don't come twice. With my income greater than now we will not be short of money anymore," please interest his parents.
"Mom agrees. Moreover, you work in the company of a mother-in-law. That way you can get closer to him," replied Miss Marni excitedly.
"Don't jump to conclusions too soon, ma'am. After all he is not necessarily our son-in-law," said Mr. Revelation to his wife.
"This father is not supportive even say so! It's better to accept especially if the salary is large, after all we also have to repay the debt of your father's former kidney surgery. Mr. Tarman has often asked about the money we borrowed," said Ms. Marni while throwing an annoyed look at her husband and Pak Wahyu just sighed heavily.
"But Son. You never live far away from us, are you okay living alone? I'm worried about you." Pak Wahyu looked at his eldest daughter worriedly.
"Mr don't worry. I can certainly take care of myself," said Bunga enthusiastically trying to convince his father.
Pak Wahyu just looked at his beloved daughter with sadness, but seeing the twinkle in the eyes of the Flower pack of Revelation also understood that his daughter was very happy with the opportunity he got.
"alright. You believe in you, son. Take good care of yourself there and tell the news often."
"Thank you, Mama."
Smile expands on her beautiful face with sparkling eyes, Flowers feel very relieved and amazingly happy because they have obtained permission from both parents.