Actually Love

Actually Love
Chapter 250_Asking for Restu


Neva smiled, then raised her hand and rubbed Vano's cheek gently, "Precious spirit" he said. Vano's face instantly flushed upon hearing that. His hand held the palm of Neva which was on his cheek. He took it and held it.


"Try to repeat again, I don't really hear it" he said with a smile. Neva shifted her eyes.


"There is no repetition" Neva replied with a red face. He was still embarrassed by calling Vano dear.


"Hmmm, repeat," Vano's pinta. His left hand touched Neva's cheek and made the girl look at him. He looked at Neva softly, eyes waiting.


"Excite, Brother Vano," Neva said with a big smile.


"What?"


"Excite, Brother Vano," Neva said again.


"What?"


"Sister Vano, spirit," Neva spoke with a slight tightening of her voice. He excited Vano who was going to meet his Papa.


"What?" Vano still has not received any encouragement from Neva.


"The Spirit of Vano. Brother Vano semangaat," answered Neva.


"What?"


"Passion darling."


Pt ... Vano instantly kissed Neva's lips gently but briefly.


"Your lips are so sweet when they lock it up" she said in a romantic tone right in front of her face. Neva pursed her lips with a face that was met with pink, with tight teeth. His hand was raised and hit Vano's shoulder.


"Don't kiss my lips" he said, still pursing his lips.


"Why?"


"Hmm, we're not married yet" Neva replied. Vano's face was still so close to him. His nose was almost stuck.


"Darling, what if we get married?" Vano asked quietly but was filled with feelings. His hand still holds Neva's. She has hope in her heart, she wants this girl to say 'Yess'.


Neva looked at him doubtfully. He tried to re-understand what he had just heard. Be married? He has just graduated and he still wants to continue his studies. He pensively for a moment.


"Sorry," said Vano low, he rubbed Neva's hair slowly. "Don't think. I'm not forcing you. I'm willing to wait until you're ready even if it's a thousand years away" he said understandingly. Yeah, of course he wouldn't force Neva to say Yess.


"A thousand more years?" Ask Neva. He looked at Vano in the shade. Vano. Their foreheads touch each other.


"A thousand years. A parable that I will never tire of waiting for you, girl," replied Vano with determination. His heart is beating fast. With Neva. Their hearts beat in rhythm with the song about love so beautiful and seductive.


"Thank you" said Neva.


Then, after that, they both got out of the car. Hand in hand towards the main door. Neva turned her head towards Vano before she opened the door. He smiled at the corner of his lips. This was the first time she brought home the man she would introduce to her parents as her lover.


Slowly, his hand stretched out and opened the door. He brought Vano in and allowed him to sit down. Then, he stepped inside. There's Mama in the living room, Mama's learning to knit. Neva put Vano's hand to her mother on the table.


"Papa's in the workspace," said Mama. Neva nodded then walked towards the side on the third floor, the master Nugraha's workroom. Neva knocked on the door slowly.


"Come in" a distinctive voice allowed him to enter. Neva opened the door of papa's study slowly. Then, step inside.


"Papa" he said after standing next to his father. Right now, papa was standing in front of a large bookshelf. He immediately returned the book in his hand to its place after Neva's arrival.


"Yes" replied Papa. Neva looked up to stare at her papa. He was silent for a while then advanced to get closer and directly hugged his papa.


"Pa, there's someone who wants to get to know you" Neva said. "Emm, no. There's someone I'd like to introduce you to" Neva said immediately.


Mr. Nugraha's hand rubbed his daughter's hair with attention, "Who?" He asked, pretending not to know. Madam Nugraha had already told him everything that happened to Neva and Vano, even about Leo's rejection first.


"He, the man who managed to fill my heart," Neva replied lowly still in her papa's arms.


"Princess Papa already has a lover, that means soon you will leave this house," Papa said full of tenderness in his voice. His hand was still rubbing his daughter's hair slowly.


"Hmm, why did papa think about it," Neva pouted hearing that. He had not imagined that in the 'Ammediate' time in his papa's thoughts. "I'm still a spoiled little princess" Neva continued.


Papa chuckles. Then release his embrace. "Let's meet him" said Papa.


"Promise will not reject him" Neva said, still wrapping her hands around her papa's waist. She was afraid that, her Papa would reject Vano.


"Depends" replied Papa with a big smile.


"Depends what? It's not hanging, papa can't resist it" Neva shook his papa's arm. Papa chuckles with this. "He's a good guy, he's mature, he's established, he's handsome. Less what try?" Neva promoted Vano to her Papa.


"Oh yeah?" Ask Papa pretending not to know who his daughter's lover is.


Neva nodded, "Pa, he is young Master Mahaheswara" Neva said. For some reason, when her lips recited that name, her heart beat beautifully.


"Waahh, Papa's daughter is smart to find a partner," said Papa praising Neva with a light laugh. "Single heir Mahaeshwara" Papa continued jokingly.


Neva laughed a little at his papa. "Papa matre," ledeknya. Then, they both laughed. Of course about strength and material is the second number in choosing a pair for the Neva. Because, the power and material belonging to the Nugraha family will never be lacking. So, what did Papa see in choosing a son-in-law for his daughter? Akhlak.


"Not papa matre but you. You chose him yourself. Mahaeshwara's sole heir," papa's tease again.


"I didn't think about it, Papa thought about it," Neva replied.


"You women, of course, have to look for established men" Papa replied with a big smile.


"Hmm, so Papa won't turn it down, will he?" Neva asked if her papa would not reject Vano. He would be heartbroken if his papa did not approve.


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