Love As Dosed?
Chatted

"Slowly, slowly! Sick," whined Ayana because Tama pulled her hand forcibly.

However, Tama did not seem to care. He continued to pull the girl's hand until now both of them reached the Saga living room. The man was a little shocked by the sudden arrival of the two brothers. He closed the book and put it on the table. His legs crossed now he lowered them.

"What's wrong?" ask Saga wonder. Because if he noticed the expression both look equally unfriendly.

"Wife candidate lo bego," said Tama without burden while pointing Ayana blatantly.

"Bang!" ayanas protest did not accept.

"What?" reply Tama do not want to lose.

The saga is still in its calm mode. Just watching these two brothers being cool glaring at each other.

Until finally Tama could not stand it. "Know, take me out. Lo take care of bini lo candidates. I'm saying goodbye."

"Bang," whined Ayana, "gue come along."

"No! You stay here, talk to Saga. Obrolin. I told you marriage is about talking. Not understanding lo, anyway if there is anything in chat, there is a problem in chat, want to make a decision in chat, if you can not, chat everything or according to each other can not be chatted, can not be talked to, I said retreat. Understood?"

Saga nodded quickly. Another case with Ayana who just put on a pouting face while trying to avoid the eye gaze of Saga.

"Yes, I pulled it off first. Finish as soon as possible, because already dapet decor for your application."

"Huh?! What did you say, Bang?" ask Ayana in surprise. Because he doesn't know about this. As he remembered also if not wrong, Kartika used to say lazy to take care of this. But why now suddenly the spirit of the decor only for the application event?

With her face, Tama shrugged both of her shoulders simultaneously. Without having to answer, the man just left.

Now there are Ayana and Saga. Ayana's heart was suddenly noisy, she was frightened by the man's current flat gaze. Actually, if I'm honest, it's not too intimidating, but still he's scared.

"Sit down!" saga said as she patted the empty sofa next to her.

Doubtfully Ayana approached towards the sofa. However, the woman chose to sit on a single sofa rather than a long sofa, according to the man's instructions.

Saga sighed. "What am I wrong?" tanyanya.

Ayana shook her head.

"Why are you like this?"

"I'm ashamed, Mom."

Saga raised an eyebrow not understanding. "My same?"

Ayana shook her head in panic. "No, Mom, that's not it. I'm ashamed of myself. I don't think I'm panting for you. Jaka, I've been bad at you, Mas, but why do you still want to be with me?"

"Because I want to be the same as you," Saga replied with her mainstay expression. Although it looked flat as if it was expressionless, but he could feel the seriousness of the man as he said that sentence.

This makes both of Ayana's eyes suddenly sore. The next moment he cried. Only five words, but it could make him instantly feel relief. It turns out he does not need a long sentence full of romantic sentences. It's not wrong he got a future husband, Saga is really the best among the good. And Ayana is getting to like this guy.

"Thank you, Mom. I'm sorry I've been stupid for two days."

Saga nodded. He then pulled out a piece of tissue and gave it to Ayana. "You hear that?" tanyanya.

"What?"

Ayana was a little confused. Saga is too difficult to get rid of his habit of talking half and half.

"We. Jaka."

Ayana nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Saga took a long breath. "Don't think. He was so. I will forget too."

"Yes, how can I, Mas. I don't like it very much with me."

"Yes, whatever," Saga replied in the end.

The saga was a little confused at first. However, shortly after, he immediately nodded in understanding. "Yes, don't think about it."

Ayana clucked in annoyance. "That's not so easy, Mom."

"Yes, whatever."

"Bag!!"

Saga looked at Ayana in confusion. "Where is the problem?"

Ayana took a deep breath and then shook her head. "No. The problem is in me" he said immediately standing up.

"Where are you going?" ask Saga wonder.Typically Ayana is most at home if at home, already feel like a hostess, even though they are not officially married.

"Kitchen. Noodle cooking. Saga wants to?"

Saga shakes. He then chose to continue reading activities that had been delayed.

Without hesitating or wondering first, Ayana immediately rushed towards the kitchen and cooked noodles. If you wonder or wonder why Saga stamped the noodles, the answer is of course Ayana. The girl is the one who pulled it herself. Because if he cooks noodles in his own house, his mother will nag long. Calling himself an ungodly child, because he was tired of being masakin, uh, his son even cooked noodles. Of course Kartika nagged.

After cooking the noodles, Ayana returned to the living room to catch up with Saga. The man was still busy reading with his serious expression.

"Remain unwilling, Mum?" tawar Ayana, "I love vegetables too, same eggs too. Same chilli, same sausage, keep meatballs too. Delicious, Mas. Sure you don't want to?"

This time she was sitting right next to Saga. Deliberately showing off her noodle sauce right in front of the man's face, thus blocking Saga's view while reading.

Sighing, Saga instantly closed the book a little rough. Ayana immediately chuckled in satisfaction. Yes, he won. The spotlight is in the heart.

Unexpectedly, Saga suddenly stood up. This made Ayan a little surprised.

"Where are you going, Mum?" ask Ayana to panic.

"Moving. Fear of splashes."

"Geez!"

"This book is expensive, Yan."

Saga then sat on the single sofa that Ayana was sitting on.

"Yes, yes, the collection of all his books is expensive. Different has the same me that got her from the book bazaar all," snorted Ayana with an annoyed face. He then rolled up the noodles and fed them into his mouth, after which he sipped his broth that was still slightly puffing smoke, "ahhh, fresh."

Seeing that Saga was only able to cluck while shaking his head. An actual Ayana habit bothers her, however, she still has to tolerate it because they are getting married.

"I think I should say yes, Mas, let Jaka excuse me."

"Practice eating."

Ayana immediately glared sharply towards Saga. "You were if you gave me an idea, which makes little sense why the hell, Mas? Think of the cake first, what is it, instead of the ashtray continues to ngaco," his grunts held in annoyance. Fortunately in front of him he was carrying a bowl of boiled noodles, so he immediately felt his emotions subside after sipping his noodle soup.

Saga was silent for a moment. He then closed the book again. "What's ebun?"

"Yes, that's, treat me to a meal."

Ayana glanced at Saga hesitantly. "Wait a minute, this means you don't understand the term asbun, Mas?"

Saga shook his head as a sign of response.

"Jeez, the origin of the sound, Mas. Asbuns."

"Oh."

Saga ber'oh'ria while nodding in understanding. Ayana took a long breath. Tama said the wedding was about chatting, then how they would live their marriage later if every chat they had, often Ayan was made emotional by Saga. Will he be able to do everything? Suddenly Ayana felt a little worried.