IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[18] The Next Twenty-Six Months?

They're getting married soon, and everything assembling a married person should start to imagine. For example, things related to emotional relationships, and biological needs. Dirga wouldn't be a hypocrite if he needed that later. Certainly in a good way.

Even now, it feels ridiculous if Dirga thinks more about it than the smooth road to his half-forced marriage.

Or just thirty percent forced? Because Dirga secretly admired the look of Nina when she smiled earlier.

Mama's voice knocking at the door broke her daydream. The call from outside made him open the door, then out of the room towards the direction of the sound from the kitchen.

Upon arrival there, Dirga noticed some forms of painting that Mama and the woman had made.

How could they make all this in a matter of hours?

“This is it, A’, try our hand at painting.” Invite Mama to make her move closer with jars arranged on a marble table.

"Different does not taste the same made by Mama usually? It's not only made with love, A', but also affection." Mom's claws when Dirga put a rectangular-shaped piece of paint in her mouth.

“Enak really, just like Mama always made.” Short response.

“The plan is Mama will send also to her parents Nina in the village.” Bright Mama.

Nina hurriedly refused subtly.

“Eh .. no need, Ma. Nothing to do here, afraid Kak Dirga will be less.” Reject Nina while glancing at Dirga who had taken the second piece of the painting in front of her.

“Nothing, Neng. This is a lot, later Mama can do it again. Later Nina please deliver to delivery yes, but mama pack neat first before brought.” Mama's reply made Nina give up. After that Nina could only sigh and say yes.

“Nothing, I don't eat much sweet really, but this one is delicious.” Timpal Dirga makes Mama smile happy.

“Good if you are happy, A’.” Said Mama. Now Dirga's favorite woman is staring at her future daughter-in-law.

“Later if you live alone, often try the recipe Mama, yes, Nin." Mama was spontaneous.

Dirga know-know choked to hear Mama's words. Nina reflexively looked at him questioningly.

“K-if you want to paint like this, yes just come to Mama, lah. Why make it yourself?” His eagle.

Mama shook her head.

“Nggak, Nina is also good for him. Mama also told me the recipe, then make it yourself. Yes ... lest you stay separate from Mama. But Mama he wants later here, yes, Nin.”

“Nina is up to Kak Dirga only.” Answer Nina at that moment.

Dirga glanced at Nina at a glance, then alternated with Mama.

“See later, Ma. Would ask Mama after this we're here first, right? Aa’ no backup plan for residence.” Dirga Bright.

He has not thought about staying where after marrying later—er .. suddenly he also thought of going to occupy the bed with others—not hypocritical, not hypocritical, Dirga as an adult male and normally imagine a woman can accompany her day, of course, wants like this. But after remembering that he will still keep Mama's house later, presumably he still has to keep ‘kada’ if he does not want to be embarrassed.

Thinking of the distance, Dir. Thought rowdy.

“Good then. Is it okay, Nin? Oh yes, call Aa’ only later, not Brother. Besides Dirga is not your brother, afraid people wrongly think. But whatever the hell want to call baby-“

“Mama!” Cut Dirga holding Mama talking too deeply.

Nina silently glanced at Dirga who looked panicked. His face was very funny when he heard Mama say the word ‘sayang’ to tell Nina about the call he could use on Dirga.

Mama just laughed and responded casually.

“Oke up to you later. Oh yeah, Mama forgot to tell me too. Last night, Ms. Ila from the boutique where Mama ordered your wedding clothes, ask for confirmation of the desired wedding dress concept. Since the time Mama called Nina, you did not ask for a fuss, instead they gave her some examples. You guys see later, yeah?” Bright Mama looked at Nina and Dirga alternately.

“Bby, Ma. When?”

“Lusa times huh? After your schedule. You're back to work tomorrow, A’. Fear mepet time, not to mention this we still bother to cook like this. Yea? How, Nin?”

Nina nodded slowly.

“Bby, Ma. Nina could have been insyaAllah.”

“Ya sudau if you guys support. Later Mama contact her Mother Ila. You two go alone, right? Get closer. Oh same one more, the preparation of the building and food is almost seventy percent. Mama also wanted to print an invitation for Nina's parents and Mama herself. If your friends like later use online invitations only, yes?”

“Already print the invitation only, Ma. Hurry right, anyway? The file was just collected to Mama's plan tomorrow.”

“Nina has prepared the file first, you are late, A’! Mama told Om Irfin for your files to be taken care of faster. The plan is twenty-six next month. It's been taking care of the holidays, right, A’?” Ask Mama to relax.

Dirga furrowed his brows.

“Twenty-six next month .. isn't it too fast, Ma?” Ask Nina carefully.

Dirga glanced at him briefly. Giving a questioning look, which Nina replied with a small slit.

“You when it is? The sooner the better. Mama also told Mom and Abah Nina. Maybe they haven't told you yet, son? It's okay, now you know.”

“But, Ma ... Aa’ must be permission for marriage leave. Can't do this.” Dirga Protests.

“Do you know now? Yes sok, immediately take care of your leave permission, A’, so fast in response.”

Mama looked at the silent Nina, while the woman occasionally glanced at Dirga and Mama alternately.

“Ya already then. Marriage is clear, huh? Yuk Nin, we continue packing. After this please help Mama bring the garbage out yes, A’.” Pinta Mama then took Nina away from the man's presence. Nina who was held by Mama had a glance back, where Dirga was still standing in his place. Seeing her shocked look that made Nina a little uncomfortable.

I don't know what Dirga is thinking right now. Nina was shocked, but it was not a problem for her because she did not need a leave of absence, maybe just permission for the counselor not to follow the guidance on her wedding day. Another thing with Dirga who works regularly, of course this is something that is rather difficult for him.

After Mama and Nina were no longer detected by her radar, Dirga restored her hair with her fingers. He suddenly felt tired of everything Mama had said since. Why fast and sudden, anyway? Mama should discuss it together, ‘kan?