Cousin, Make Me Your Wife
Perfect!
Forty minutes have passed since Hasan drove his new car, now he and Alkea are in the Presidential Room, the best room that has been decorated like a bridal room that will do the honeymoon.
Five minutes passed but Alkea was still silent with gaping lips. Amazed, that one word suddenly filled his chest cavity. And honestly he thanked Hasan who tried hard to melt his heart. Unfortunately Alkea was too prestige to admit everything, he did not want Hasan to big head then brag.
"What's this?" Alkea chirps with an ordinary-bi tone of voice...