Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
Suddenly proposed

Jason fell silent digesting what Raisya was talking about.

"Is Jason disappointed?" Raisya turned to look at Jason who was looking forward while holding a can of drink.

"No. Why be disappointed? Even if you forget, it's important I remember." He answered while looking at it for a while and then lowered his gaze. I don't know what he saw in the sand below.

"Thank you for remembering me. Can I have Jason tell you about our meeting?" Pinta Raisya wants to know.

"Nothing matters." Jason took another sip of the drink to cover up his nervousness.

"Loh.. said I love you first? How is it not important now?" Raisya puffed her eyes at Jason's ambiguous reply.

"Not to be told. Let him be an old story." Jason didn't want to tell the story just didn't want to ruin Raisya and Mr. Baron's relationship.

"It's an old story that's going to be a new story. I'm sorry to make Mr. Jason uncomfortable." Raisya took a deep breath and then exhaled back violently.

"Why should I apologize? There's nothing wrong." Jason answered Raisya's statement.

Raisya turned her head and looked at Jason sharply.

"Is it that easy for you to change? Yesterday you looked warm, but now you look cold. Is there something wrong with me, Jason?" Ask Raisya in wonder.

"Changed?" Jason turned towards Raisya.

"Yes, I think something's changed, not since I said that I liked Mr. Baron?" Raisya answered guessing.

Jason remained silent. I feel reluctant to discuss that.

"If it's true, you may have misunderstood." Raisya wanted to explain the truth.

"I really like Mr. Baron, but only limited as an employee not as the opposite sex. I know who I am?" Raisya replaced my word with mine.

"I am only a widow with one child plus my husband's child, and I am not a woman with good mass." Raisya's eyes glazed over.

Jason looked at Raisya. It was as if he wanted to read what was in the mind of the woman who was now beside him.

"I don't want to give anyone hope. And I'm just trying my best to gather the rest of my energy to rebuild the future. So don't expect big on me!" Raisya finally could not shed his tears in front of Jason.

Jason remained silent. Then he gathered energy to talk. Breath sounds repeated regulating the heart that is turbulent.

"Everybody has a past. Whether it's good or bad. But everyone has a chance to build the future. I'm just like you have a past that I might think is also not good. But let it be, the past will not come back if we do not repeat the mistakes we made. I don't want to force anyone to like me. And I don't want to force myself to like other people if other people don't like me." That's what has always been applied in Jason all along.

"What makes you like me?" Tanya Raisya was curious.

"I'm sure you're a good girl. I lost my wallet because I was pickpocketed on the bus. You're the one who paid the cost of that time to the conductor. And from there I was sure that you were the kind person I had met. If you hadn't helped me then, I probably wouldn't have remembered you until now." Said Jason subconsciously he had told the story of the meeting with Raisya.

"Is that so?" Raisya nodded his head.

"Yes.to me it is not merely God making a scenario unless there is a purpose. The proof is we meet again? Didn't we?" Jason believed in this world that nothing was a coincidence. Unless God willed.

"Mmm.right. I think I agree." Raisya gulped down his water. Then keep the canned drink on the sand. He opened the crackle and brought a snack to enjoy while chatting.

"I'm here!" Tawar Jason offers services.

Raisya offered a packet of brightly wrapped snacks containing chips.

"Does like girls?" Jason said as he returned to thrust the package containing balado-flavored cassava chips on Raisya.

"Sometimes. But how is he too. If I wasn't too. Hah. Suddenly I'm my best friend Ratna." Raisya replied with a smile and then put the chips in her mouth.

"Why?" Jason faithfully listened to what Raisya had told him. With so little by little he could figure out who Raisya was.

"Yes I have a friend named Ratna. He has a hobby and watches Drakor. Back when I was sick in the hospital, he went shopping for some snack crackers just to accompany him to watch. Don't ask her what she looks like in her room? Ha ha's... " Raisya laughed considering the condition of Ratna's room full of snacks is not a doll because her hobby is nyemil.

"That room is full of snacks?" Jason guessed what happened to the condition of the room of a friend of the woman who is now chewing the chips.

"mmm.. " Raisea nodded her head. Then thrust the chips to Jason offering the chips he has opened to be equally enjoyed.

"That's weird. Usually the girls' room is full of dolls. I just heard there's a room like that." Jason did not reject Raisya's offer. He took the chips even though he was not too fond of hobbies.

"Well, there it is. Even until now. Fortunately, her husband was kind and understanding. He's so lucky to get a guy like Irwan." The view of Raisya as if penetrated far to the house of Ratna today imagine the condition of her best friend's room is still the same until now.

"Mmm. I also want to be an understanding and kind husband. Do you want to be my wife Raisya?" Jason asked as if he was hitting on Raisya.

Uhuk.. uhuk..

Raisya coughed in shock at hearing Jason propose to her just like that. She did not expect that the man beside her would propose to her all of a sudden.

Jason involuntarily patted Raisya on the back and thrust out his canned drink.

"Be careful!" Anxious Jason at Raisya who saw Raisya's face was now red from holding his breath because he was choking.

Slowly, Raisya's breath was now recovering. Then Raisya took a sip of the drink so that his throat loosened.

"Thank you!" Raisya.

"Loh.. This is right?" Raisya only realized that the can of drink he was holding was not his.

"No pa-pa! I'm healthy! Not suffering from a serious illness. So don't worry about getting infected!" Jason casually took back his drink and gulped it down.

Raisya just gawked at Jason's attitude like that.

"How do you want to marry me?" Jason asked again.