Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 48

"Yes, we're starting a new chapter. May you be happy with your choice. Oh yeah, stay in that house first. I'm going back to Mother's house" said Gandhi slowly let go of his embrace as he saw a shadow of Chaca.

"But, Mom...."

"Udah, it's okay. Your dad's still mad, isn't he?" tanyanya started to step out. "I go first," she said.

Gandhi immediately ran out of the courtroom. His gaze circulated looking for the whereabouts of the girl wearing the kebaya clothes. He believes Chaca is not far away, because it is impossible to run with customary clothes.

He almost gave up, but from where he stood, I heard the sobbing of a woman. His steps swallowed, until the tail of his eyes found high heels lying on the floor.

A smile rose on Gandhi's thin lips. He reached into his pocket and held out a handkerchief right in front of Chaca. Without seeing the owner, Chaca accepted. He used it to wipe his tears.

"Alone, not afraid of being kidnapped, Neng?" sindir Gandhi lowered his body.

DEG!

A very familiar voice in Chaca's ears, made the girl hurriedly look up. His eyes widened followed by an open mouth.

Gandhi chuckled, sitting on the floor close to Chaca, resting his arms on bent knees.

"Why didn't you come in?" gandhi looked straight ahead. Slightly glanced at with his eyes tails.

"Not bothering the other couple," Chaca pursed her lips.

"Ciyee was jealous," Gandhi teased her.

"Come on, go there!" Chaca pushed Gandhi with her two small hands. He was more and more reluctant, fearing what he thought was right, that Gandhi was turning his ex-wife back on him.

The two little hands were immediately captured by Gandhi, they stared at each other, radiating longing after a month of not meeting.

"Who said I turned it back? I am a widower now. Waiting for divorce. Duda, but virgin!" gandhi put his lips close to Chaca's. Made the girl hold her breath for a moment.

Being near Gandhi, always makes his heart beat unbecoming. His black-eyed bead stared at Gandhi's alternating.

"Do you try?" goda Gandhi raised his eyebrows.

"Aahaha!" Gandhi stood up to clean his pants. "Swinks, Honey. Yuk ah." Stretched his hand.

"Where?" chaca asked looking up, looking at the towering man in front of her.

"CHEESE!" cetus Gandhi.

The girl poked her lips. The man's words upset him. He got up without taking Gandhi's broad hand. "Bodo is ah. Canda mulu!"

"Don't be angry and hold dong, later old spout," he whispered to Chaca's shoulder. "Let's go home, I want to ask you from your parents" Gandhi said.

"Seriously?" ask Chaca not to believe it. Gandhi looked at her with a beautiful smile. "Of! My shoes are missing!" chaca chuckled after walking a few steps.

"Wait here!" gandhi turned to take it.

Then the man crouched down and put the heels on Chaca's smooth legs. Makes the girl feel bad.

"Don't gini dong, don't be shy, Om," whispered Chaca quietly.

After the heels, Gandhi stood up again and scrambled the still-groomed Chaca's hair. "Dibiasain yes, from now on" Gandhi replied cupping his two cheeks.

Happiness was whipping the teenage girl. He never thought about how his parents would react when Gandhi proposed to him. He brushed off Gandhi's two hands, then grabbed the man's arm against his head. "It's a great tweet, my future husband," said Chaca timidly.

And here they are. On a luxurious sofa that might be worth Gandhi's house. He sat quietly, though his heart was pounding.

Chaca had already finished taking a shower and changed her more casual clothes. They were waiting for Alexander and his wife, who happened to come home from work early.

It didn't take long, Chaca's parents were already sitting in front of them. Chaca squeezed the end of her shirt, she didn't dare just look at her father. Both of his legs continued to move due to nervousness. His heart was like running a marathon.

"Said Chaca, is there anything you want to talk about?" Alexander's barinton voice broke the silence in the living room.

Gandhi let out a long sigh, then gave his best smile. "Yes, Om. I want to ask Chaca. I'm not a rich man, I can't promise luxury and high standing, but I promise I will try to make Om's daughter always happy" Gandhi said, staring at the nervous Chaca.

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