My Berondong Husband
#9 About Wedding Plans?
Bian opened his car door, as Kesya walked out of it in a short pastel-red knee-length dress, combined with matching make-up, making Kesya completely different from usual.
The two of them walked together towards a luxurious house, Bian smiled at Kesya who was so beautiful, not wrong he always hoped the woman to be his wife.
It seems like thinking about marriage doesn't hurt him now even though it's still above the threshold between right and wrong.
Kesya and Bian enter the house, as a middle-aged woman opens the door for both. The woman smiled sweetly as she greeted them, from the clothes she was wearing she looked no ordinary woman.
"Aunty night." Sapa Kesya kindly while greeting the woman who used to be called Mira.
"Night, Kesya more beautiful ya."
"Treatment is expensive, Ma." Sergey Bian.
"Gak papa, her name is also a career woman. Women should also be treated. Isn't that right, Kesya?"
Kesya.
"Judah let's go to the dining room." Please, Mrs Mira.
Kesya and Can follow Madam Bian walking towards the dining room. It was indeed a dinner plan together, Bian said so that Kesya could be closer to her family, because Bian only has a single parent mom.
When he started walking through the living room, it was seen that the house really belonged to a rich person, Even the goods that were there were not cheap items that could be bought on the roadside market. From jars, paintings, wall furniture, to expensive glasses that are glazed over. What would happen if he broke just one of the contents of the closet, is it possible that Mama Bian would be angry and hate him or even not care.
As it passed through the middle space, it was very different from the space earlier. In this room is very smooth with quiet pastel wall colors, there is a large tivi, colored sofa in line with the wall. Even when they arrived at a clean and neat dining room, Kesya was still amazed.
Kesya pulled the dining table chair that was pure white was slow, he was afraid if the chair was scuffed. Even the dining table is installed with clear glass with a thickness of a day.
"Let's eat it, it's all the auntie you're cooking." Said Madam Mira.
Kesya stared at all the food there, her stomach singing in a high tone. A lot of food was cooked, deliberately for dinner or after that they would hold a banquet throughout the complex.
"Tante hasn't been looking for ART?" Kesya asked, she knew that Madam Mira had not been looking for a Household Assistant since for her doing everything herself was more fun, even though she could have done at least ten ARTs in person.
"Your mother never wanted to love me, but I told her too." Said Bian while spooning food into his mouth.
"Have not heard Bian's words, but he himself knew that his mother was happy working. Now let's eat, Kesya. Finish if you can."
"Ih aunt, if Kesya is fat how."
"It will not be fat darling if only one meal, the grandest." Said Bian while revealing his belly which was covered in a formal purple shirt.
Meanwhile Kesya held back her laughter, whether since when Bian could talk like that, impressed funny and also silly. Maybe if he was really close to Bian, he would get to know him even more. But, let alone being close to him, finding time to meet up was already very difficult. Never mind.
Kesya continued her food with great pleasure. Bian's expended habit is not to talk before eating, although that's very important, that's why Kesya is silent.
The cuisine of Madam Mira is similar to the cuisine of her mother that she had not tasted for a long time. Maybe a few times if you get a holiday or really want him to go home.
"When do you want to get married?" Said Mrs Mira while putting the tableware on an empty plate.
While Kesya and Bian can only look at each other, they have not talked about it so far, so far each meeting only discussed the matter, health, work and their respective activities.
Bian shakes.
"Why Bian?" Please, Mrs Mira.
"We haven't covered that far, Ma." Bian replied lethargic, although it was definitely not the answer that Madame Mira asked.
"You've been dating for almost two years, your career has been good, and your age has matured. Why haven't you thought about it?"
Kesya began to remember that question was also asked by Mama and Papa when he called a few days ago.
"You're talking about it well, let the aunt talk to Kesya's parents later. Whenever you're ready, our wedding is taking care of. Everything."
Both nod.
As he was speaking seriously, the sound of the front door being pulled and slow footsteps walked closer to the dining room. A young woman, with contemporary makeup, smiled at all of them. Renata, Bian's younger sister. A new student.
"There's Kesya, sister's night." He said sumringah, then hugged and kissed Kesya's cheek.
Kesya has been familiar with Rena since she first met, especially when she was an SMK intern at the office of Kesya's workplace.
"Night too. Where's rena?"
"Out of duty, very difficult. The lecture was not as good as I thought. Later Kesya Bantuin make product design yes,"
Kesya's mouth has not yet opened, Bian first said. "Nothing, Kesya's brother here to see Brother instead of accompanying you to make assignments. Who are you going home with?"
"What the hell, brother, don't take it. I'm among friends."
"What men are women?"
"Kepo, uh."
"Son't cut your pocket money if you're dating."
"Ma, that's Bian's brother." Renata whined to her mother who was busy cleaning the dishes. "Cowok, classmate. Not a girlfriend, not a bustle anyway."
"Bodo, want girlfriend, bully, classmate. Still brother cut your pocket money."
"No need to fight. If cut off your sister later Mama kasih. Now Rena eats, Bian equals Kesya to the living room huh. Mama wash the dishes first."
Again they could only nod, clean up, then Kesya and Bian left the dining area and walked towards the living room.
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The turnstile had just closed, when Kesya's car and Bian's vehicle came out of the house. The dinner is over, and the clock has started to pass the number nine.
As they came out, Kevano's pair of eagle eyes kept lurking from behind the helmet next to the house, he was sitting casually on his bike. He had indeed guessed if the car in the house belonged to Kesya, because when he was about to keapartement, he saw the car pick up the woman he always called aunt.
Kevano does not know what Kesya's relationship with the owner of the car is, because when asked with Ruben, he said that he did not know that Kesya had a lover. Because it doesn't get into his trouble.
Even if Kesya already has a lover, it does not mean he must retreat to get everything from Kesya, including himself. He began to really fall in love with the aunt, the cuek the more seductive he was.
Although Kesya's attitude is not so good to her, but she will keep trying to make Kesya like her, even though it is very difficult.
His attitude is not easy to guess. That's what makes him even more anxious.
As the saying goes, before the curved yellow janur there is still a way, even though it is curved it can still be straightened, by ironing for example.
Kevano turned on his motorbike, then brought his motorbike to pass from there, if he did not move maybe the residents of the complex would think he was lurking.
There was a race schedule that night for him, in fact he did not want to race again since graduating from High School, because if he kept doing the bike really would he was, but there was a challenge from his old enemy. And even though it's Ruben's mIlik motor.
He began to pass through small alleys in search of a rat road, because the race was not conducted on the highway, only carried out on a lonely road outside the city. There are rarely police or even passersby, so despite playing as fast as possible there are no residents who protest.