Mr. Police I Hate You But I Love You
Unsensitive

"Beautiful dance school, Firza is waiting for you outside. " Say Mother Meri.

With a pouting face, Saphira came out of her boarding room and locked the door of her room. Firza was already in front of her car leaning back.

Firza smiled as she opened the front side door and the back door for her future mother-in-law.

Saphira just kept quiet with her pouting face while they were already in the car.

"Mam, where are we going to the jewelry store? " Task Firza.

"To his jewelry shop Aunty Nia." Answer Mother Meri.

"OK." Firza said he was running the engine.

Throughout the journey Saphira just silently stared out the window, only Mother Meri and Firza talk reciprocated.

"Ehm.. buy out the ring Kawin looking for his handover to where Saphira? " Tanya Firza started the conversation.

"Whatever." Saphira answered briefly.

"Cok up anyway? " Say Firza.

"Saphira, if asked the same prospective husband, replied. " Say Mother Meri.

"Yes, in the Mall there are many who choose." Saphira.

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"How are you? " Task Nia the owner of the jewelry store.

"Alhamdulillah, fine. Long time ago we didn't see. I rarely come here either." Answer Meri.

"Yesterday Jeng Soraya here he said he wanted to marry his son with Jeng's son. "

"This is them. " Appoint Mother Meri.

"Uwalah this anyway, if not wrong this Saphira who sorry first her teeth are barking and It's Firza who is skinny distended . " Say Mother Nia honestly.

Saphira and Firza just smiled wryly looking at Mother Nia who was staring at her two.

"Are we identical with this characteristic? " Bisik Saphira's.

"For sure, they will remember our former form. " Whisper back Firza.

Saphira and Firza choose the ring that will be their wedding, various models Mother Nia takes out her.

"This beautiful form, there are only three that come out of the Aunty store. "

"Where do you want? " Task Firza.

Saphira still chose her ring and fell on the choice of a gold color ring a blend of white gold with one slightly buried eye model.

"This model only. " Saphira Show.

"Related this model? " Task Firza.

"Yes, this is good. " Answer Saphira.

"Wrap this Auntie." Firza.

"Tante pack first yes. "

"Where already? " Ask Mother Meri.

"It's Mah, just buy it as hand." Answer Firza.

****

The three of them buy goods for handouts, ranging from bags, make up, interiors, sandals, shoes and a set of prayer tools.

"Udah yuk tired." Say Saphira with a pouting face.

"We eat yuk first, while resting." Bring Firza.

"No, I want her to go home. " Saphira said half annoyed.

"Truely Firza said we eat first, Mami's hungry."

"Yes We're the same Firza who ate, I want in the car. " Saphira said, immediately walking dead, Mother Meri and Firza.

"Saphiro... Saphira..!! " Call Mother Meri.

"Mam, it's okay. Let's just go home." Firza.

"I'm sorry. "

"Not whatwhat. "

*****

Braaakkk

Saphira immediately slammed her body on the sofa, Firza also entered after they delivered Mother Meri.

"What do you want to eat? " Task Firza.

"Don't be so considerate. " Answer Saphira.

Saphira got up from the fall on the Sofa and sat down while folding both her hands.

"Can't it be, not more like me? "

"Do you want to fight like yesterday - yesterday hem.., we want to get married. "

Saphira was silent, and Firza sat beside her, staring at Saphira who was looking straight ahead.

"Bring buy me a meal first. "

Saphira turned her head towards Firza, and immediately laughed out loud.

"So what did you say? Brother, don't hear me wrong. " Saphira said while still holding back laughter.

"Why, would you call me Firza continue or the flathead? Not worth knowing, not polite as prospective husbands still call like that. "

"Yes, Bang Firza. "

Firza smiled and rubbed Saphira's head then got up from her sitting.

"Where are you? " Tanya Saphira's.

"Find me a meal first. " Answer Firza.

******

Saphira kept staring out the window, as Firza went raining. Nearly an hour later, Firza hasn't returned.

"Where are you, what's raining?"

The sound of Firza's motorbike coming, Saphira immediately opened the door to see Firza drenched.

"Not bring a raincoat? " Tanya Saphira's.

"No, I forgot it was inside. " Firza replied directly handing over the bag of crackles that were wet with rain water.

"Come change clothes first yes, you prepare the food . " Firza said straight into her room.

While Saphira went straight into the kitchen to pick up a spoon and a plate.

****

"Well, have you eaten? " Task Firza as she walks into Saphira's room.

"Why, hungry wait for you long." Answer Saphira.

Firza just scratched her hair that was still a little wet, then immediately opened the rice wrap.

"Drink the dong? " Say Firza.

"What's? " Saphira.

"Drink it, drag it. "

"Well, just take it in your room, what a hard thing. "

Firza immediately moved and brought the dishes and rice wrap out and into his room.

"Lazy anyway, just how many steps are left. "

While inside Firza unceasingly grumbled at Saphira's attitude.

"Not very sensitive to be a girl, how about later if you have become husband and wife. "

Firza stuffed her spoon violently into her mouth which continued to babble incessantly until her food ran out.

*****

" Bro, if your girls are sensitive anyway? " Task Firza.

"Why is it? " Tanya Ilham.

"Yesterday I was rained, the intention of wanting to eat together with Saphira, I just change clothes eh he ate first and was up. " Answer Firza.

"Sabar bro, Saphira doesn't like you. Slow down so she can like you. " Say Ilham.

"Until the issue of the wedding ring too, her Mommy intervenes new hand she wants. " Say Firza.

"Saphira kayak girl model, not in kasari or forced, slowly, what Ilham said is true. You need to be extra patient. " Say Ari.

"Fail bro, the key is patient. Later if you are married you do not demand too much slowly - slowly . " Sayu Bayu.

"Patience, the patient has his limits. Although I have been slowly - slowly facing his nature to be balanced with my nature but if still I have to protest dong. A man also does not as long as he has to continue to relent and be patient. If the woman's model is insensitive - sensitive, in a thousand ways and languages she will remain that way."

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