My Love My Bride
marry me

Happy reading ....

The drizzling rain accompanied Andri and Ajeng's steps down the alley towards Pras' residence. The couple deliberately wanted to surprise her by not giving her any news first.

The atmosphere around Pras house looks quiet, but it is still eight o'clock. Maybe because it is raining tonight, people choose to stay silent to gather with family in the house.

"Sstt." Ajeng placed his index finger in the middle of the lip, as a gesture to Andri.

As he was about to knock on the door, Pras' laughter sounded faint from within. Ajeng and Andri looked at each other in wonder. There was no long before the laughter of the carefree little boy as he exclaimed, "Zee first, Pa!"

"Zee's? Isn't that ...," muttered Ajeng. There is a sense of dislike in Ajeng's heart, knowing his papa is still related to Risa.

"Don't Risa's also inside." His inner.

Ajeng was disappointed. He paused his intention of knocking on the door and was about to pass away from the place. But his steps were held back by Andri's handrails.

Ajeng looked over with a sad look on his face. Andri shook his head slowly, asking Ajeng not to just leave.

Tok .. tok.

"Who?"

"Andri, Om."

Chequek.

Pras face look happy to see the arrival of Andri who is not alone. Ajeng forced a smile and immediately glanced at Zee who was catching up with his papa from behind.

Pras let them in. Zee seemed happy to see the food that Andri brought and placed on the table.

"Why didn't you say honey you wanted to come here? If you say you can prepare dinner," Pras said while placing Zee on his thigh.

Andri tried to be indifferent. He opened a box of sweet and salty martabaks, then thrust on Zee.

Pras began to realize the unusual look on Ajeng's face. Slowly he clasped Ajeng's hand as he said, "Sorry, dear. Papa didn't mean to hurt you by bringing Zee to stay here. Pops ...."

"Would you go back to that woman?" tanya Ajeng interrupted her papa's words with a cynical tone.

"No. Not at all, Jeng. Look, papa wants to tell me everything."

Pras took Zee off his lap. He turned on the television and looked for children's shows to watch.

"Zee, watch it here."

"Sir, a ...."

Zee thrust the martabak piece he held onto Ajeng. Seeing Ajeng who threw away his face, Andri quickly took over.

"A. ..aam. Mmm nice, thank you. Same brother yuk watch there, all of you eat this," Andri bargained and immediately embraced happy by Zee.

"Son Andri change clothes have Om, would you? Nak Andri's clothes seemed wet," said Pras.

"It doesn't matter, Om. Just a little wet."

"Jeng, change the clothes first, honey. Cold," pinta Pras. Ajeng remained silent staring dislike at Zee who was feeding each other with Andri.

Pras sat beside Ajeng. He understood his daughter's feelings right now.

"Jeng, Zee isn't papa's son." Said slowly.

Ajeng immediately turned his head with an astonished look, and got a nod of his head from his papa. Pras's plan tells about the beginning of his separation with Risa. Until the night she found Zee in the apartment.

Ajeng's face began to soften. Even his heart was full as well as feeling furious at Risa. When compared to him, of course he is very lucky to have a mother like the late Nesti. In his face Zee who was chuckling saw his favorite tv series. A sad look that represented her heartbreaking feelings.

"Nanny Zee lives near here, Pa?"

"Yes. He came home after papa came. Tomorrow papa's off, so ask him not to come. You're staying tonight, right?"

Ajeng nodded, and made his face look happy.

"Zee, tonight it's the same bobo Kak Ajeng loh." Zee is very happy. Andri felt the same way.

Zee approached Ajeng and asked to go up to his lap. Although still hesitating, Ajeng finally smiled as well.

"Sister bobo yuk!"

"Zee is sleepy?" Zee shook his head.

"Read the story first." Her request.

"Can. Brother's changing clothes, too." They headed for the room. Andri approached Pras who was smiling widely.

"Sorry, Son Andri. It's shame."

"It's okay, Om. Hopefully the future will be better." Pras nodded his head.

"Om, I want to ask for permission to have a serious relationship with Ajeng."

Pras settled attached to Andri. He saw seriousness in the man's eyes.

"Om will support you whatever it is. But Om asks, don't hurt Ajeng's feelings. Om knows this is embarrassing, asking for things that Om himself cannot do. But as a father, Om desperately wants someone to take care of Ajeng. Not only himself, but also his feelings," Pras said slowly.

"I understand, Om. I will do my best, as much as possible for Ajeng."

"Thank you, Andri's son." Andri smiled happily. Now he only lives to introduce Ajeng officially to his family.

***

Drizzling out there, bringing with it the cold night breeze pierced into the pore. The cold tonight makes every person want to be covered with warmth.

Aldo and Salma. They warm up the night with a joke through a video call. Sometimes they chuckle, but there are times when they feel awkward realizing their interlocutors are staring fixedly.

They throw words at each other as if their conversation will never end. The mood changed when Aldo expressed his desire.

"Salma, will you marry me?"

"What the hell, Do? There-there's just one."

"I'm serious, Sal. I am indeed lacking a lot, and I hope that your presence can cover up my shortcomings. I'm not as good as your late husband, either, but I'll try my best for you."

Salma fell silent, staring at Aldo's face on the screen of his phone. Salma tried to look for doubt from the look in the eyes of the man who was also looking at her. But nil, only confidence and confidence were visible in those eyes.

"Salma."

"Yes, Do?"

"Yes? Does that mean you accepted my proposal?"

Salma chuckled, then replied, "It's not so. Yeah, what's up, Do?"

"Hmm I thought you accepted me."

"We're not young anymore, Do. It's not time to play shootings like this."

"I don't know what to do, Sal. Or do you want me to propose to you in front of your family?"

"No ah. Shame on dong's grandson, Do."

"It's okay, huh. She's young, beautiful again."

"Ish, you're this." Salma's blushing face turned even more red aware of Aldo's seductive gaze.

"Sal, may I ask your permission to marry Mr. Salim? Let's age with me. We can accompany each other for the rest of our lives."

"But, Do. What if I can't give me a descendant? My age is no longer young. Although nothing is impossible if God wills, I still don't believe in myself."

"You agreed to marry me?"

"I didn't say that" said Salma.

"That was. Doesn't that mean you want to marry me, but doubt because of heredity?"

"You misinterpreted, Do." Salma looks embarrassed.

"No, I'm sure you mean that. I'll be back there as soon as I can."

"Consideration, coercion." Delicateness.

"Forced little can dong. He said it's good if that's forced."

"Where is it forced to taste good."

"There was. At first I said 'please!' long-long, 'long!'. Lontong is good, especially with curry sauce, haha."

"Scooking." Salma glared while smirking a smile.

"Sorry, if Riky says this is the effect of the late jomlo." Again Aldi chuckled with his own words.

"There are, of course, this is definitely the effect of the night."

"Tuh. Gini night is good to talk about the anget-anget huh?"

"Getting started. It's ah!"

"Ciee, must have been a weird thought. What try an angel?" Salma shook her head quickly with her face feeling hot.

"Don't pictor, boiled corn angel is good to eat in this weather. Fried cassava, fried banana can also."

"Lied, ah. Sleepy," said Salma as she pulled the blanket.

"Kirain wants to say, cold."

"If I say that, what do you want to answer?"

"Do you want me to get an angelin?"

"Yee, I'm food, it's rumored."

"It's okay. If you're food, I'd be the microwaven."

"Oh, Do! Already ah. The more you talk." Salma glared at Aldo who was laughing out loud.

"Mingkem, you think your neighbors are crazy. Midnight laughs."

"Let me go crazy, you're the doctor."

Salma was completely out of words. Aldo who was still smiling widely ended the call.

"Don't miss me. Said the young man now, longing is hard."

"Whatever, bodo very."

Again Aldo chuckled at the look on Salma's face which was getting upset. He also said goodbye and said hello.

After their conversation completely ended, Salma could only hide her smile behind the covers.

Aldo, Aldo.