Anti Romantic
Find daughter-in-law

Dusk this afternoon does not display its stunning adult luster, gray clouds seem to compete with the soothing color and deliberately cover the beauty that is always awaited by each person. The sky is cloudy signifies that soon God will lower his blessing in the form of rainwater.

For three days Grey has been living in the Raufan family home, he does not feel the loss of attention from parents as far as Grey receives treatment from his parents' friends. However, it could not be denied if the greatest longing was still often felt, like like this afternoon.

Grey stood with his hands clinging to the balcony railing watching and passing vehicles exposed from his second floor, his clothes relaxed using only black training pants and a light purple tank top, the bamboo he let unravel stroked his back.

“Lo not cold?”

Grey turned to the sound of the baritone, saw Argan standing not far from his place, the man was also enjoying a cool afternoon outside the balcony with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.

“Nggak” brief Grey replied

“The weather is no longer good, mending you take the jacket first!” Argan warned as he sipped his steamy drink. “Ah, baum” muttered

Grey remained motionless from his place, grabbing the phone in his pants pocket as the ringing call rang out, Grey frowned at a glance at the unidentified number listed on his brown bear cell phone screen, without waiting until the ringing stopped he immediately put his phone back in his pants pocket.

Argan who was disturbed by the sound of the ringing immediately replied. “Mobile lo why not appointed?” Argan put his cup on the small table that was there

“No importance” replied Grey indifferently

The man in black shirt and training pants raised next to his eyebrows along with the top end of his lips which was also attracted at a glance, he said, for three days one house with the sweet girl he could count the number of times he talked to her.

Argan flipped his body to go into his room to take something that if needed by the gray girl, only a few minutes later the man named Argan Dyantara was back

with a brown coat on his hand.

Argan approached the balcony railing and leaned forward trying to reach the balcony railing of Grey's room. They are indeed on the balcony but not in the same place, the balcony room Argan has a distance

about 30cm from the balcony of Grey's room, the girl is standing right at the end of the fence.

“Lo wait for me to make pakein lo jacket well? Let romant—“

Argan sentence hangs when Grey directly flips his body and leaves Argan who is in a half bent position, immediately Argan's face bent sour eyes he closed for a moment then relaxes his body hanging on the fence.

"Ah, you grey boy!" his yell.

***

Argan was glued in front of the mirror examining his appearance from head to toe, his face he moved forward and backward approaching the mirror reassuring if his face was still as handsome as before and now.

"The hell's no kid interested in me" his monologue touched his chin

"This boy really makes me curious."

"Who is curious?" Raufan's voice interrupted Argan's behavior.

Argan's reflexes turned around, the middle-aged man who was none other than his father was now standing in the door frame while leaning his body while folding his hands in front of his chest.

The man went into the son's room to the king-size bed with an ivory white bedcover. He sat on it putting both hands on both sides as support for his body which he leaned back.

"Why did you go to Ar's room?" ask Argan tho the point

"There's a ban that you can't come in here?"

"It's not that, Dad. But I usually go to my room if anything's important." Argan grabs her phone hangs over the nightstand and then lays herself right next to the father.

"Because there's something important that I'm here for, there's something you want to ask."

Argan folded his forehead in confusion, he peeked out from behind his phone trying to guess what the old man beside him was going to discuss.

"Just say it, Dad," said Argan when he saw his father hesitant to say his sentence.

Raufan let out a short sigh then turned to Argan. "You know not.."

"No"

a tabokan landed on Argan's thigh coming from Raufan's hand, the man was irritated because his sentence was cut by the man who unfortunately was his son.

"It hurts, Dad" complained Argan rubbed his thighs

"That's why if the parents say that don't cut it, it's not polite"

"Don't, go on king"

Raufan sneered and then put his serious face back on. "So noon Dad same Mother runs out of the condition of Dad's colleague's son."

Argan immediately rolled his eyes lazy, if so he already knows where the direction of the next discussion, usually for this one role of the most dominant parent is a mother, a mother, but it's different with Argan. Raufan was more persistent in warning and reminding that his only son was enough to find him a daughter-in-law.

"You like Grey, don't you?"