I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
80. Marry me!

Marry me! (married to me)

After going through a series of events that make me tired physically and mentally, soaking in warm water is enough to make my muscles re-relex.

The identity of Bi, the meeting of mamah and Bi, and also the reunion of my parents who have been scared of me all this time was not as scary as I thought. The mother who I had been afraid would be destroyed when I heard all the truth, turned out to be very well received. Better than me.

Aaaah, it feels relieved ... as if all the burdens that had been piling up were slowly lifted no longer squeezing my chest. Family problems that have been a burden in my life, now almost ended, provide various lessons in my life.

Now I know the importance of communication, the meaning of mutual respect, the importance of dampening the ego, and certainly the importance of a family above all else. Blood is thicker than anything, as bad as our parents are, still those who have brought us into this world, fought for the life of giving birth and took care of us from childhood, who have sacrificed much for us. The blood that flows in our bodies cannot be replaced or exchanged, is that not what keeps us alive? Because of our parents' blood that runs in our veins.

While they are still there lest I waste the opportunity to serve them, for if they are no more. I don't want to be late and only regret it for life, so I will try to accept my father back even though it may take time. The most important thing is that I tried, right?

Besides, maybe if I knew Andi Santoso was my father, who was betrothed to Caraka could be me. And if that happens, we may not know what true love means - accepting each other for who they are, protecting each other, and supporting each other, and fighting for our love. Maybe we'll just consider our bond no doubt an ordinary matchmaking.

Yes ... Allah arranged everything in such a way that we are equally strong, equally knowing the meaning of each other. This is the best path God has planned for us.

“What's new?”

I went out of the room with my hair still wet and finished the shower and found Caraka, who looked fresh and fragrant, sitting on a sofa facing a laptop. She looked at me then smiled, her hands patting the sofa beside her telling me to sit down.

“Just reply to email.”

I stared at his MacBook pro screen while drying my hair using a towel. A series of emails that have not been opened require attention, it seems Caraka will need time to reply to all the emails. How not, after the incident that night he did not return to Jakarta, and all his work was only sent via email by Missi and also Hans, his secretary and assistant trust.

“Coffee?”

Caraka turned her head towards me, unexpectedly she directly kissed me. “Thank you, honey, I really need a thick coffee,” he said with a smile with his face making my cheeks red.

“Ehm!” I cleared my throat while standing up. “Cotton thick, okay!” I quickly walked towards the kitchen leaving Caraka laughing to see me.

“Sayang .. do you need anything other than coffee?” the question was trailing behind me.

“No,” I replied while inserting a coffee filter into the filtering basket. “I only need thick and sweet coffee.”

I was just about to pour the coffee into the screening when suddenly Caraka grabbed my waist from behind making my heart beat unnaturally, my hand holding a spoonful of coffee grounds floating in the air, and my hair bristled when all of a sudden he kissed my neck in a whisper,

“Cast.”

For a moment I was silent, before I finally pinched Caraka's hand which immediately complained and released a hug.

“Don't fuck around, we're just two here!” threaten me while re-inserting coffee even though my heart is still pounding crazily.

“Hahaha .. Darling, you think I'll do strange things to you? Wife-to-be is also the mother of my children?”

“Satan it can come anytime and anywhere, including in the kitchen when making coffee.” I poured water into the coffee machine not caring about the chuckles. “Partially why should come to the kitchen anyway, instead of a lot of work?” I turned on the coffee maker and now I look at it with my hands on my hands.

Caraka shrugged her shoulders as she walked over to me, then hugged me tightly. “Just want to make sure that you are completely safe.”

Hearing her words made me smile and embrace her back. “I'm not going anywhere, just to the kitchen.”

“You don't know how scared I was when I saw you lying on the floor with those bajak*ngan swarming at you.”

His body trembled a little making me stroke his back.

“I'm fine, you came on time as usual to save me.”

He hugged me tightly.

“I always arrive late. I used to be late, yesterday I was late .. I don't want to be late again.”

“Hei!” I stretched out our arms so I could look directly into her bead. “You are not late!” I tried to convince him. “You forgot who beat them up for me? you ... you defended my honor both then and now.”

He sighed.

“Tetap only dulapun you have been injured, as well as yesterday.”

“I was hurt?” I frowned before smiling back at him. “I forgot because you used to treat it very well,” continued me who immediately made him smile.

“Hmmm ..” He pulled me back into his arms. “I forgot,” he said while kissing my injured temple. “This time I haven't treated you.”

“Iya .. you haven't treated me.”

“Hahaha.”

The treatment goes with sweetness. Truly a powerful and powerful medicine!

Aaah, it turns out I really need more treatment from coffee kang than a cup of thick coffee.

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Kirana seemed to be completely exhausted physically and mentally. How not, after a gripping night against the baj*ngan, he seemed to be racing to solve a family problem that was delayed for twenty years.

I really don't know how lucky I was to have this great woman sleeping on my lap. Women who are so strong, independent, and always think with a cool head, are also realistic. But now I know from whom he inherited that trait.

Mega's mother, my future mother-in-law who Kirana often refers to as a drama queen, turned out to have very extraordinary thoughts. He looked calm when faced with the various realities we got, he said, she can still be realistic by giving her own views without blaming or cornering her ex-husband who is none other than the father of her sons and daughters. Maybe Mega's mom doesn't want them to have bad thoughts about their dad, so there's no more grudge against them.

I am so lucky to have them as my new family. And this woman who will be my future wife is now sleeping with her mouth slightly open, looking cute and adorable.

After ‘treatment’ in the kitchen earlier, we return to the front room. He accompanied me to my delayed work while enjoying his homemade coffee, until finally tired he fell asleep on my lap. A picture of the future that I've been dreaming of.

Talking while enjoying his coffee, or just watching tv while talking about our daily activities until finally he fell asleep on my lap like now, or. Ahhh! I want to have a quick stop to our relationship.

Slowly and carefully I carried her in my arms afraid to call her to move her into the bedroom. It seemed like he was really tired, he did not move in the slightest. Her lips just shining a smile made me smile to see her.

I put her body on the bed, then covered her. I look at his deep face makes my feelings that want to immediately invite him back to the surface.

“Sayang.”

“Hmmm.” He changed his sleeping position to be slanted, with his eyes still closed.

“Marry me (marry me), please.”

Silence had no answer, it seemed like she had completely fallen asleep without answering my proposal making me smile.

What was I thinking that dared to propose to her while she was asleep. Didn't I promise to give him time to be ready? And it looks like I have to be patient again waiting for that day to come.

“Dreams are beautiful, Darling .. I will wait for you until anytime.” I kissed him long before he came out of the room.

I walked towards the balcony to enjoy the cold night air and finished a few cigarettes with a raging mind.

I want to marry her as soon as possible, but .. is now the right time to propose to her? He just found his real father, and I'm sure their relationship hasn't been so good. So is it appropriate that at this time I ask to marry me, when the relationship with his own father is unclear.

Aaaa …

I exhale the white smoke slowly, before I turn off my cigarette (whether it is a stick). The night was getting late, it was more than midnight when I went back inside and decided to sleep on the sofa in front of Kirana's room. Yes, right now I should be content with just sleeping on the sofa in front of her room, but soon I will sleep next to her while hugging her tightly. Of course, after our relationship is valid before the law of the state and religion.

I felt that I had just fallen asleep when I heard the sound of dawn in the distance along with the sound of an alarm from the adzan application installed on my phone. Although tired of heavy eyes I decided to take ablution and prepare for dawn prayer.

I changed my clothes with the clean clothes I had brought from the hotel yesterday, put on the sarong, and the peci then went into Kirana's room to wake her up.

“Honey, wake up, it's dawn.”

His body slowly moved not to get up, but instead hugging the bolster made me smile. It seems like he is really exhausted.

“Sayang .. asholatu khairum minannaum (better to pray than sleep),” I whispered as I crouched beside her bed.

Slowly her eyes opened, several times she blinked her plump eyelashes then smiled at me.

O Allah, whichever favors I deny when I want to pray at dawn is presented with a smile of my heavenly angel. Let me ask you, as soon as possible, Rob. Bismillah, make her my halal wife immediately.

I almost went crazy because I couldn't wait to catch him.

“We pray at dawn.”

He woke up and went into the bathroom. I stretched it out for us to pray and after he was ready we also prayed at dawn. Many prayers I prayed that morning, and most of all my prayers were to ask the Supreme Owner to make the woman who became my aunt this morning, my halal thanks throughout my life. I prayed my prayers that morning with great hope. I was still sitting on the floor when I heard Kirana calling me.

“Kang.”

I turned my seat to face Kirana who was both still sitting on top of a bed wearing a broken white mukena with a very fine material. Looks very pretty.

“I once lost that time, when the time comes I will propose to you.”

The bead of his eyes now looked at me seriously making me smile while nodding. I thought he wanted to ask for more time, although disappointed but I would definitely wait for him until he was ready. But it turned out that I was wrong, the next speech turned out to be the answer to all my prayers.

“Dan .. I think now is the time,” he said making my eyes wide open looking at him. “Be my priest for the rest of my life, guide me as your lawful mother whom you will take to God's heaven."

He was silent for a moment before he spoke again,

"Kang, shake my father's hand immediately for you to say ijab qobul, so that I can be your wife.”

For a moment, I was silent, unable to say anything. Our eyes locked onto each other, I looked for confidence and reassurance from every utterance from her bead that looked at me softly, making me finally smile and breathe a sigh of relief.

Doubts that last night agitated me for fear that now was not the right time, have now evaporated. Hearing Kirana's ‘lamaran’ just now seems to give me a hint that now is the time for me to act as a real man. Apply for it officially .. immediately.

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