Love As Dosed?
So then?

Yasmin stared for a moment, as soon as she opened the door to her apartment. It took a while before he finally smiled faintly and let the man in. The mood is a little awkward.

"Well eat?" ask Yasmin.

Malvin answered with a head. The woman nodded and began to offer food.

"You indomie?" bargain later.

"Can. Pake cabe, huh? Two."

Yasmin nodded back in understanding. He then allowed Malvin to sit on the sofa, while he rushed to the kitchen to make the man's boiled noodles. As long as he cooked, there was no chatter between the two. The kitchen and sofa are not far away. Malvin was busy with his phone, automatically Yasmin had to busy myself so that the atmosphere was not more awkward. The woman made two bowls, one for herself and one for the man.

Even though Yasmin had just finished eating, the woman was not even sure what dishes were washed was dry or not.

After the boiled noodles are ripe, Yasmin immediately calls Malvin. Without much thought, the man immediately put down his phone and walked towards the kitchen. His forehead shriveled in wonder when at the bar table there were two bowls of boiled noodles one with vegetable toppings and one with egg toppings.

"Tumben two bowls? Haven't eaten?"

Yasmin nodded. "Udah."

"Continue?"

"Again wish. Come, sit!" take Yasmin while sliding the bowl of noodles with egg topping, to get closer to the man.

"The old fashioned gue didn't eat vegetables, tukers, did he?"

Without waiting for the owner's approval, Malvin just swapped their bowl. This immediately invited a rebuke from the woman.

"Why didn't you say you wanted to use vegetables?"

"Yes, you're not nawarin."

Yasmin could feel a strange sigh when she heard the word 'you' coming out of the man's mouth. He could not describe his feelings clearly, but one thing was certain he was happy when he heard it.

"Yes," call Malvin, "the hunt is eaten before the noodles grow, the hunt is cold, it will not taste good. Indomie is good to eat fit again hot-hot, should be the same fit again testing, but these nights are also quite good. You must rarely enjoy that?"

"Never before" said Yasmin before scooping her boiled noodle soup.

Malvin looks a little confused. "Never what?"

"Eating indomie malem-malem pas ujan or not."

Malvin nodded in understanding. "Oh, understand me. Wh why? You feel guilty, yes, for eating boiled noodles malem-malem?"

"Little." Yasmin nodded and confirmed.

"Keep usually you eat it fitting what? Watch night? Uh, what doctor are you doing?"

"Pas is lo."

Malvin gawked with a puzzled expression. "But usually I always eat by myself." both eyes immediately glared in shock upon realizing something, "don't tell me?"

While feeding the noodles into the mouth, Yasmin nodded to justify.

"Can't you?" malvin asked with a look of shock and disbelief, "so this is your first time eating Indomie?"

Again the woman just nodded, it seems she was still too enjoying the taste of instant noodles pride Indonesia this one.

"Okay, okay, that means it's your first time eating Indomie because all this time, you're not Indomie's team, right? Lo another brand team? Yeah, that's what it means?"

This time Yasmin nodded. "It's my first time eating boiled noodles."

"Couldn't you? Don't believe me, I know lo family lo tajir, I know lo doctor, but yes there are humans who are more than 30 years old, living in Indonesia but have never eaten boiled noodles before?" Malvin snorted, "lo think I'd believe it? No, you're a lie' pinter."

"As far as lo. But the fact is, I am the type who is very maintain the diet, instant noodles in the list of forbidden foods for me. If you inget the first time nanya have Indomie what not, I said no right? Yeah, that's because I never want to deal with them so I never set foot. I just bought it after lo nanyain."

"Seriously?"

"Gue didn't ask you to believe, because being lied to can make someone lose that person's trust." Yasmin smiled understandably, "gue understood, Vin."

"No, no, I mean it doesn't make sense. I'm just wondering if there are still humans like you who can live without eating instant noodles."

Yasmin chuckles. "But after trying, I don't think I can live without instant noodles. Now I understand and understand why you guys so glorify this one food."

Malvin suddenly misbehaved and felt bad. "Wow, this means indirectly, I plunged lo dong?"

"You could say so."

Malvin was stunned when he heard Yasmin's straightforward reply. "Keep your nyesel?"

"50-50 anyway."

"If you know me, you don't?"

"If it's about this, haven't I ever told you? Even though we are not spending happy, I never feel comfortable even."

"According to the ending of our story will be happy or not?"

Yasmin nodded without hesitation. "For me to be happy. But my version, happiness is not just about togetherness or unity. It could be that the decision to let go of each other is the best decision."

Malvin's face suddenly changed. The feeling is not good. "Lo's planning on taking me off?"

"If it's the best, why not?"

Yasmin quiet. Their bowls of noodles were both still left, however, the bikes both lost their appetite for spending it.

"Gue won't let go, Yas. Even though you asked," said Malvin seriously.

"Lo don't have to give me hope if eventually we both will fall, Vin. Don't be rash in making decisions! If we don't want to regret each other."

"Why should I regret it? And, as long as you know, I think all this is mature, you think I'm from you so? No, Yas, I even had a discussion with me and he said no problem."

"Keep it yourself? What do you think, you yourself don't have a problem with all this?"

Malvin shook his head firmly. "Gue doesn't matter, if this can be a problem, I obviously can't sit with you. I'm sure I'm going to spread charm to other women to get their hearts. But look at me! I'm here, Yas, I'm here for you. Make our relationship."

"But, Vin--"

"It's just you who can't love my descendants right? That's all right? Not because you don't want to be a mother? If only because of that, we can find solutions, find children in orphanages and foundations such as. Can right? In this way we can even help the government reduce the number of births that continue to increase. We can also help those less fortunate children. After all, the child is just a deposit, Yas, want to be entrusted through what, let it be God's business. We as human beings just accept, try, strive, and pray right?"

Yasmin did not expect. Behind the nature of Malvin who has tended to be more often slengean, it turns out this man is quite wise and mature. People say that age is just a number. Because not many are adults but often act childish. And Yasmin felt proud to be in love with this man.

Without much thought, Yasmin immediately hugged Malvin. At first Malvin was a little surprised by the woman's sudden attitude, but after a while later he smiled as he hugged her back.

"I'm such a fool, Vin, to have a mind to take you off, when you're this good."

Malvin laughed. "Lo already know a little bit ugly me, Yas, why do I still think I'm this good."

Yasmin shook her head. "Gue doesn't know, but it's clear to me that you're the best. I never felt this special before I met you. Thanks, huh?"

Malvin then broke their arms. Stared at Yasmin's beautiful face intensely, one hand removed the little dangling girl's hair.

"Because you're that special, Yas, you're the unconscious one."

"Women who will feel special if there is no one to specialize them. Thanks, huh?"

"Either. So, from now on we're going out?" seductive Malvin while holding a timid smile.

"Gue's 35 years old, and you're still making sure I'm dating?" yasmin asked with an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, yes, later if the KUA has opened us legal ijab directly. Anyway, yeah, age just number, baby. Even though you are 35 years old, but your face is really still looking like 25, seriously I am really shocked when you know you are 30 years old. Why, where did you inject the botok?"

"Snake, botox injections, this is the result of healthy living. You, eat carelessly, age not until 30 years but already looks like 32 years."

"Yes, that's fine, so people won't think I'm leaning on you."

Yasmin grunts. Malvin chuckled, he then resumed eating noodles that were cold and fluffy.

"Why continue eating?" ask Yasmin astonished.

"Are you?"

Yasmin nodded to say yes. Malvin then poured the rest of the woman's noodles into his bowl.

"Mubazir, baby, God will be angry."

"You are real, yes."

"Oh, by the way I don't know yet, what kind of specialist are you?"

"I? You don't know yet?"

With his innocent face Malvin shook his head.

"You're sure I'm married but you don't even know my profession?"

"Waits, be patient dong, baby. I know your profession is a doctor. I just don't know what your specialty is. Anyway, yes, I don't know not because I don't want to know, but you don't want to tell me. Cheating."

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

"And the more you can't believe me you're 35 years old. You're a fake in your age, aren't you?"

"What the hell? Ngaco!"

"So what specialist?"

"Skin and gender. Sp.KK. My focus on skin and beauty is."

"Oh, your skin pants are very well maintained, yes. Practice at rs where?"

"Clinic."

"It's just a clinic?"

"just anyone?"

Both Malvin's eyes spontaneously rounded when he realized something, his mouth gaping, so that the noodles that had just entered the mouth and had not had time to chew, had to fall back into the bowl.

"Malvin's slovenly!" amuk Yasmin's.

Malvin immediately backed away. He took a glass of water and finished it in one gulp. "Wait a minute, this means your own clinic? Do you have a clinic?"

Yasmin nodded. "Is there a problem?"

"Big. It's a big deal, Yas, I haven't even run a specialist yet but your career has been this good? The wedding is just, yes, at least wait for my last name, notar already there is a specialist title on the invitation card.