Love of a Nausea
Denis oh Denis

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Denis finally went to Arin's house. Cahyono or commonly called Mr. RT is Arin's father, he wants to talk seriously with Denis about his daughter. The opportunity to meet Denis earlier, he will not be wasted.

Denis is welcome to sit in the living room of his house. While Cahyo changes clothes, and Arin prepares a drink in the kitchen.

Denis feels something strange about the attitude of his father Arin who does not usually invite to stop by the house. He was afraid that suddenly his father Arin asked him to propose to his beloved Princess.

Shortly after, he sees Arin coming out of the kitchen with a tray of three warm sweet tea plants and a plate of biscuits. Slowly he put it on the table.

"Diminum, Mas" he said softly and then sat in the middle long chair. Denis was sitting in a chair right by the door.

"Thank you, Rin."

Cahyo came out of her room and joined her in sitting in the living room. His batik shirt has been changed with a red-colored collared sweatshirt.

"Eum, Denis boy, actually you want to talk seriously with Denis Nak," said Cahyo opened the conversation.

Denis stared seriously, "Yes, sir. Talk about what, huh?" tanyanya nervous.

Arin who had been watching the two now looked down waiting for what the father would say. He knew what he was going to talk about, about his relationship with Denis.

"Father just wanted to ask Denis son, about your relationship. Because all this time you see that you guys like each other, but you know that Arin still wants to finish his college. Is Denis serious with the Daughter of the Father, if it is, I really want to Nak Denis immediately bring the parents of Nak Denis here."

Deg. At once Denis' heart stopped beating. His face began to redden and water was seen wetting his forehead. His hands were sweating coldly, while his legs were shaking. He did not think that his father Arin took him home to talk about it. Actually this is what he wants, but why now he is actually nervous amazing.

"Eum, are you serious? B-but, Arin, right, still in college, sir."

"Loh, why? Not much, yeah. Who got married in college?"

"Me-married?"

Cahyo chuckled at Denis' gawking facial expression hearing the word married. He thought that the man before him was seriously in a relationship with his daughter. Because, he saw the princess often staring at photos of the two of them on her phone.

Arin kept his head down, waiting for the answer from the man he loved. While Denis died, the fleas did not wrinkle even his lips were unable to speak or answer what was in his heart. He looked at the face of the girl, not wanting to hurt the girl's feelings. But, on the other hand, he is not ready if married in the near future.

"How about, Denis boy?" tanyq Cahyo made sure.

"Eum, I'll talk to my Papa, and my family first, sir. But, I'm serious about your son" Denis replied in the end.

There is a sense of relief spread in Arin's chest hearing Denis' ability to propose to him in the near future. Even though he doesn't know when. At the very least, he knows that Denis' heart is still for him.

"Assalamualaikum," said someone from the outside.

Arin got up from his seat and looked ahead. He saw a tall, white man wearing a red checkered shirt with his right hand holding a pack.

"Mas Haris?" Arin gave a small smile towards the man who walked up to her.

"Who, Rin?" ask Cahyo.

"Mas Haris, sir."

"Who?" ask Denis confused.

Arin invites the man named Haris to enter. He also cheered on Denis, his father. Then sit in the long chair in the middle, right next to Arin.

"Well, Denis boy. This is Haris, Fahmi's playmate, Arin's brother. She has a crush on Arin too. Do not get it first, because Fahmi was very stupid to fool his sister is the same as his best friend," explained Cahyo.

The man named Haris blushed his face, he gave a small smile towards Cahyo as well as Arin. While Denis chest heated up hearing the words of his future father-in-law. He didn't want to waste this opportunity. He was also afraid that he would lose his girl.

"Eum, Sir. Arins. Maybe next week my family and I will be here" Denis said at last, he did not want to be dragged by the man named Haris.

"Oh, please, son Denis. You wait anyway. Don't you want to talk about it first?"

"Eum, the power is unnecessary, sir. You see, my father agreed, the important thing is that his children are happy."

"Oh, okay. Is Haris going to meet Fahmi?" ask Cahyo.

"Eum, no hell, sir. But, take Arin for a walk. You see in gramedia again there is a book exhibition, many novels are promo. Arin is a hobby of reading, would love it."

"Eum, how, yeah. I'm going on a bike, Rin. Time up threes." Haris scratched his un-itchy head. He didn't want to be bothered by Denis.

"Yeah, jeez, deh. If so, I'm at home" replied Arin smiling at Denis.

Hot hearted Haris saw Arin's smile expand while looking at the man next to her. He then placed the package he had been holding on the table.

"What is that, Ris?" ask Cahyo.

"Eum, your favorite betawi soto," replied Haris.

"Well, thanks, yeah. Just know you, from morning I guess not yet breakfast. You run out of the hospital, continue to the funeral. Thanks, yeah, Ris."

"Together, Sir. Where's Fahmi, by the way, huh?"

"Fahmi left yesterday, he said there was an office event. Maybe tomorrow afternoon just come home."

Haris sighed softly, he forgot his name used to be the same Fahmi through wa. Play just came to his house, because the hero said that the sister was on vacation at home. But, she forgot her brother's name at home. Yes, Arin is home. But, there was also a man who liked the girl in her house.

"Then I say yes, sir." Haris got up from his seat and greeted Cahyo.

"Well, what's the rush?"

"Yes, Sir. Not good, afraid of bothering."

"I, too, farewell, sir." Denis got up from his seat, and joined Cahyo.

They both came out of Arin's house. Haris walked towards his motorbike parked in the house of Cahyo. Denis waited until the man left.

"Son Denis, what's going home?" ask Cahyo who saw Denis confused. Because he was here in the car that Arin's father hired.

"Eum, take an online motorcycle taxi, sir. Excuse me, Assalamualaikum," Denis said.

"Waalaikum salam." Arin and his father answered together.

They both went back into the house. Denis did not go home. He stepped towards the house of the sister who was not far from it, precisely opposite the residence of Mr. RT.

The door of the house is open, a sign that the owner is in the house. Denis sat on the chair on the terrace.

"Dear, Maya. Dji, Adji," call him from the outside.

Maya who was covering clothes in the room immediately came out to hear her brother calling her. He stood at the door staring at the confused man who had not wanted to be invited home together, but now was in front of his house.

"Mas Denis? How to get here?" ask Maya.

Denis turned, "Gue laper. Loe cooks, right?"

"No."

"Well, you guys aren't eating? Adji don't give you money shopping?"

"No, we ate at a simple restaurant, Papa and Sherli too. Still full. Anyway, Mas Denis why did not want to go home with us? Trus is suddenly nongol here? Ask to eat anyway. Mas stray?"

"A lot of nanya, loe. I am laper. Instant noodles are nothing?"

"Yes there is any? But not cooked rice." Maya nyengir's.

"Yes has two noodles, two eggs. Love mustard with cayenne. I'm lying first. Tired." Denis went into the living room and immediately threw himself into a wooden chair with his right hand placed on his forehead.

Maya sighed softly, looking at the astonished sister. He still doesn't know what's going on with his brother. He doesn't usually stop by and ask for food. Her gang was very big, where to stop at the house of her husband who she always ridiculed it. However, this time Maya feels sorry to see Denis who seems tired and hungry.

"Why are you still standing there, May. Do you want to see me starve to death?" chirps Denis who saw the sister still pecking in the middle of the door.

"Eh, yes, patiently why the hell." Maya also went to the kitchen to make orders for her brother.

Denis closed his eyes slowly. He was still confused how to talk to his father later about the wishes of Arin's parents, who asked him to come to propose. If not quickly later he was afraid, if Haris the man who had met him was moving faster to propose to his girl.

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