When Married?
KM Part 7's

"How about this one?" Nana asked Bunga for an opinion on the t-shirt she chose.

"Hmmm... is good, but Rasya is nothing, is it the writing on his shirt pink?" Point Flowers on the screen printing writing on the t-shirt.

"Quiet down. As long as I like it, Rasya will definitely wear it." Nana answered while laughing mischievously.

"Basar Rasya bucin," said Bunga and Nana just giggled amusedly.

"Don't mind, Rasya called."

Flowers nodded and Nana went a bit away to receive her phone call. About ten minutes later Nana came back to the Flower.

"mmm... Floral. Well how, Rasya suddenly invited me to meet for dinner together. This afternoon I told her she was going shopping with you. What if you join me? Let's make it even more exciting," asked Nana.

"Wow, how is it. I'm afraid I'm a mosquito repellent between the two of you. Honestly, I still don't want to go home" he said.

"Hey just calm down. I'm not alone with Rasya. He said it was an open house sponsored by the company he worked for. Free to invite a girlfriend, close friend or family. And Rasya coworkers who gathered there, many are still single. Just once there is a relationship with you," proposed Nana enthusiastically.

True also said Nana, maybe this is my chance to get a mate.

"Okay I'm coming," replied Flowers excitedly.

*****

They arrived at their destination after fifteen minutes of travel by motorbike. Nana parked her motorcycle in a cafe that is quite famous among young people lately.

"Yep, come in." Nana pulled the arm of the Flower that had been hesitant to step inside.

"Norton ...."

Nana scatters at Rasya when she sees her boyfriend waving at her. It is seen Rasya sitting in the available seats, gathered with his colleagues.

"Rasya, Bunga kuajak come along, do not have the heart to leave him alone in the mall," great-grandson Nana to the boyfriend

"It's good you brought. Sometimes Flower kudu hang out. It's a free show, not a private one. More people are more fun. You guys take it easy, today the cafe has been*d*booking my boss so this time we can all eat for free as much," said Rasya while grinning the horse.

"How are you, Rasya?" sapa Flowers. "Thank you, I'm allowed to join here."

Flowers spread her smile as sweetly as possible to everyone present gathered there. Everyone greeted me kindly and replied with the same smile.

"Good news. Just relax, don't hesitate. Please choose a seat, soon we will order food. We wait for the boss to eat together. You guys pick the menu first."

"OK," Nana and Bunga answered in unison.

After a while the person in waiting came as well, "Boss please sit." Rasya pulled out a chair for the man.

As the corner of Flower's eyes glanced at the figure called "Boss", the girl widened her eyes. It turned out to be the man who pissed him off half to death last afternoon.

So this guy is Rasya's boss, why even meet him again anyway. Make my mood big.

As if someone was watching, the man turned back to the direction of the Flower until their eyes were turning. The handsome man was even shocked himself to see the look in the eyes of the Flower that was full of hostility to him. He immediately turned his face away and cleared his throat to overcome his shock.

The tall man stood up and gave his greetings to all who gathered. After he finished speaking, it was time to order some food.

Suddenly Rasya pulled Nana to the seat in the corner. Making his boss shift moved to sit next to the Flower. To be honest, Bunga felt awkward to be close to him because the innocent had absolutely no experience interacting with Adam as handsome as the man beside him.

"You're the girlfriend of one of my employees or his family?" ask with a curious expression.

He doesn't seem to recognize me, good.

"Oh...."

The man was just oh ria then paused for a moment like he was thinking of something. Their food order came to melt the frozen atmosphere, without further ado Flowers ate their food without regard for the men beside them.

"I want to apologize, by the way, about this incident at the reception hall. Sorry if my attitude is less pleasing. I was so busy with my job that it made me dizzy and quickly rose blood, Sorry." The man cupped his palms together.

"Include me, my name is Literary Prawira. Just call me Literature" he said, holding out his hand to shake hands with a smile that turned out to be sweeter than tons of sugar, original without preservatives and artificial sweeteners.

The clumsy flower he made, did not expect to interact again with this man in a different atmosphere.

If I don't forgive then I will be considered a proud man, I should just forgive.

"Ahahaha. Don't think about it anymore, my name is Flowers." The flower received the helping hand to shake hands despite hesitation.

"As my apology, will you join us at the outbound event next week?" pinta Literature.

"Where is it." Flowers scratching his head does not itch.

"Ehm. For now I can't be sure if I can come or not. If next week there is free time I will tell you," he said while trying to smile, but his heartbeat began uncontrollably.

"alright. I really hope you can come. I'll give you my number for free, and now can I ask for your phone number? So we can tell each other." Literature smiled at Bunga while thrusting her phone.

My God her smile was really very sweet, plus her dimples really hypnotized me.

Literature flicked her hands in front of the face of the flower that had been gawking not responding to her request.

"Hey hello...why are you daydreaming?" The Voice of Literature awakens the Flower from its luster.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something else." He quickly grabbed Literature's phone and entered her number.

"It is already." The girl handed back Literature's phone.

"Here's your phone." Literature picked up the Flower's phone lying on the table without permission and typed in the number.

"Save my number well. Not just anyone I gave my contact number to," he said tucked a snobbish tone.

"All right, Mr. Literature. I'll tell you later. Since the night is getting late, I'd like to go home first."

"Call me Literature, don't wear frills sir, I'm not your father. Who are you going home with?" Literature asked.

"I came home with an online motorcycle. I was here with Nana, Rasya's girlfriend, but it looks like Nana still wants to enjoy her weekend night with Rasya. I don't want to disturb. Thank you for the banquet." Flowers immediately rose from her seat and grabbed her bag.

Suddenly Literature came up. "How about I take you? It's past nine o'clock in the evening, aren't you afraid to go home?"

"Ehh, that's okay. No need to take care of nicotine. I'm used to riding ojol. Then the ojeg I ordered has also arrived in front of the cafe, come." The flower quickly passed from there and immediately blurred after bidding Nana a glance.

After being in front of the cafe and making sure no one followed, then Bunga ordered an ojek online. Wherefore the Flower just looking for an excuse so as not to be delivered by Literature. He feels very awkward if close to him, especially if he smiles it feels like his heart is beating uncontrollably like he wants to jump.

After a few minutes finally ojol his order came, in a hurry Bunga immediately rose so as not to be caught still waiting for ojek when he said his order ojek had arrived in front of the cafe.

Aishh why am I being such a fugitive like this, what's wrong with me? Why am I fascinated by that little guy. Or maybe he has pellet science? Why is my mind going anywhere! I don't know I don't know....

Seriate.