When Married?
KM Part 9's
Quickly the Flower slid towards his mother and drew the hand of Literature.
"Don't now Mom, he's doing a lot of work. Aye right?" Flowers raised his eyebrows to code Literature to refuse, fortunately Literature was quick to respond.
"I-yes, I'm sorry Aunt. As Bunga said I still have a lot of work to do. Next time I'll definitely stop by." Literature put on her sweet smile making her dimples visible.
"But next time I have to stop by, son of a handsome. Aunty wants to talk a lot with you." Miss Marni replied with a sumringah.
"Good Aunt. Then excuse me first, Flowers I say goodbye."
"Thank you, I'm sorry to take this," said the awkward flower.
"Look down, please" he said. Then after saying goodbye to Miss Marni Sastra went home and drove her car from the yard of the Bunga house.
*****
Flowers entered the house, walking towards his room as he wanted to rest immediately. However, it turns out that in the room there is already his mother waiting to sit on the edge of the bed.
Surely mom wants to interrogate me, my head is getting dizzy.
"Flower so that's your girlfriend? why have you been brought here now. Mother did not expect, it turns out your girlfriend is very handsome using a luxury car again. He must be a superior seed. I can't wait to show it off to our neighbors and brothers." Miss Marni looked very happy.
Well mother why be misunderstood gini, so runyam deh business .
"Let's explain, ma'am. Now I want to rest. My head is so dizzy," she said while her hands were massaging her temples.
"Yes, take a break. I'll make ginger tea. But remember yes, you still owe me the same explanation."
"Yes ma'am," he said lazily.
Flowers are no longer strong to argue with his mother because his head is getting sick and dizzy. He threw himself on the bed and immediately drowned in his sleep.
*****
Prawira Literature.
A handsome 27-year-old man. High-statured athletic with perfectly sculpted facial features. Eyes as sharp as an eagle, nose sharp plus dimples that make it more charming.
He is the youngest son of Prawira Group owners who are engaged in construction, advertising and photography. He had just returned from the United States and immediately served as CEO of his family-owned company.
Literature is seen parking his car in one of the capital's elite nightclubs. He promised to meet his friend Kevin when he was in high school.
Inside, disc jockey-guided music thumped the visitors dancing on the dance floor. Literature rushed to meet Kevin who was already sitting waiting by the bartender's desk.
"What's up bro." Literature patted Kevin on the shoulder and sat down next to him.
"Woww. long time no see," welcome kevin then both embrace each other to let go of longing.
"What do you want to drink, Sas?" bargained for.
"What matters is good and what is certain is that you treat." Literature sat herself in the chair next to Kevin.
Shortly thereafter, the bartender served two drink slogans for Kevin and Sastra.
"It's great to go back and forth as CEO" said Kevin.
"Yes how else, my bokap is now busy being the head of the area. My sister lives in Singapore because her husband is there. So I want to be asked to take care of the company," replied Literature while tasting the drink.
"Gue Denger, you are also now managing your bokap lo company project?" ask Kevin for Literature.
"Yup. binggo, because lately bokap I again back and forth Singapore as well."
"Why do you bokap? It hurt?" Literature squinted her eyes at Kevin.
"Regular, hehe's old disease" replied Kevin grinningly.
"Eh... How are the girls doing lo bucin? If they know you're back, guarantee you the ngintilin and nepelin macem leech!" Kevin laughed in satisfaction and Literature just shook his shoulders during the bodo.
Suddenly out of nowhere came a beautiful woman with less material clothes approaching them.
"Literature? When did you come home? I'm not afraid of me." Unabashedly the woman immediately sat on the lap of Literature.
"Well, long life Lo Anita. Just talked about it already nongol aja," Kevin's great-grandson.
Anita is a top model. However, for the sake of his ambition of having the beautiful heir of Literature the gold mine was tempting, he humbled himself before the charming man. Even Anita was willing to only be used as one of the warmers of the literary bed even though it was without status.
Of course for the matter of literature is very loyal to Anita. Whenever Anita accompanies in quotation marks, Literature will give a number of checks with a nominal amount that is not small. It's just about love, marriage and loyalty is a very impossible thing stated by a Prawira Literature.
"Why? Do I want to buy or my money?" Literature wrapped her arms around Anita's waist.
Anita put her hand around Literature's neck. "Both dong," whispered Anita flirtatious to the ear of Literature. "Yuk, pull it out of here, we go to the usual place," Anita asked spoiled.
"OKAY. Vin, I'm ahead." Literature came out of his seat.
"Yes, you know I live alone. You dick!" Kevin chuckles.
Literature put a few hundred thousand pieces of money on the table. "I paid for the drink."
"You guys have gone there. Immediately finish the two of you," expel Kevin with a mocking laugh.
"Damn lo! I'm pulling it out."
"Take care, bro." Kevin waved his hand.
Anita takes Sastra to the parking lot. Sastra drove his car to the hotel where he often stayed. Just now they went into the hotel room, without waiting for long Literature directly hit Anita and vaporized her primitive instincts that ignited since earlier because the most beautiful aroma captivates also the shadow of the beautiful face of Flowers, which is the most beautiful, though the flower only gives off the aroma of baby powder.
Actually, when the trip home was Literature was disturbed something that crept up to the crown because it was close to the Flower. The fragrance of the body of the Flower and its face are still plain and innocent, making the side of its maleness rise instantly. That was why literature finally vented it on Anita, but only the face of the Flower filled her head.
Seriate.