Oath Of Love
02# It turns out he is.

The naziya shook quickly. Suddenly to someone he remembered. “No, there's no way he. Arjuna Rakanuala's. This must be the same name,” murmured in the heart.

Farida knitted her two eyebrows. “Why is your head, dizzy? How to shake the head?” tanyanya. Farida then poured water for the Nazis.

Naziya stunned, “Ah, no ma'am, no kok”,” Naziya said while drinking water, slowly.

A few seconds into silence, Naziya shifted the dining chair closer to Farida.

“Bu, how according to mom, Arjuna ... The handsome?” tanyanya while playing both eyebrows.

“Ganteng, her body is firm, her skin is bright as bright as her future,” explained Farida while curling a sweet smile on her lips.

Naziya pursed his lips, even so there was a feeling of relief in his mind. “Definitely not him, 'Jun culun siburuk lika',” murmured again in the heart.

“And more importantly, she is more handsome than your boyfriend! The brem,” said Farida.

Naziya suddenly clucked, not accepting the words of his mother. “Idiih, mom. The definition of the mother and Nazi version of handsome is very different, ma'am!”

“His father-like mother, sweet black, muscular, brewokan. Well, Naziya prefers a clean bu, to korea-korean so,” he said confidently.as if the choice is the most appropriate in the era of gen-z today.

“Have ... Already, you will see Arjuna.” Back the mother curled a mysterious smile.

***

“Juna, Mama has connected aunt Farida, she said, Ziya so meet you tomorrow,” Nala said while putting groceries in the refrigerator.

Arjuna just smiled. Then grab the television remote and turn it off.

“But, mama is confused with you. Why do you agree immediately when papa wants to match you with Naziya? You have no other candidate?” nala asked, with a curious expression.

Arjuna turned his head, looking at the silent mother with the refrigerator door still open.

“Juna don't have time to be picky, Ma. If according to Papa and Mama, Naziya is the best, yes ... Juna accept,” he said casually.

The man smiled as he got off the couch and picked up cold water in the fridge.

“Again, ... Juna,” for a moment she flinched. “Ah ... Never mind, Juna also knew Naziya, Ma,” he continued then drank the ice water washed.

Nala put some bottled drinks back in, tidied them up and closed the fridge door again.

Since becoming a special forces officer, Arjuna lives alone in an apartment in the middle of the city.

When off duty, his mother always came to give food. Yes, Arjuna does often get sudden assignments. Therefore, Nala might have noticed the youngest who had become this adult.

Arjuna glanced at the neat order inside the refrigerator, for a moment he took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

His powerful nature loomed, the man hugged Nala tightly. “Ma, thank you for your attention to Juna. In fact, Juna is already this big,” he said with a widened laugh.

Nala just patted the back of Arjuna's hand. “Later, your wife is in charge of tidying up this kitchen. Not mama anymore, so before you get married let mama neaten.”

“Arjuna, remember ... Treat your wife as best you can. It's good you have your own place to live. Don't worry mama and papa,” Nala said again in a soft voice.

Arjuna let go of his embrace, like he was on duty, the man was firm and saluted. “Siap, Carry it out!”

Nala just laughed at Arjuna's silly behavior.

***

“Cafe Amour ...,” Nazia read the mother's chat on her phone. “Yes, this is the place,” murmured himself.

After pushing the door, the Nazis spread their gaze all over the direction. “Maybe it,” her inner whisper.

Naziya saw the man in a white shirt sitting with a book in his hand.

Yes, he is the only man in this cafe, besides that only women who continue to look, whisper and pay attention to the man who is not disturbed at all.

Arjuna looked relaxed, he looked up slowly. Raised his gaze towards Naziya. Then, pay attention to the beautiful woman he had long been waiting for.

Meanwhile, Naziya stared intently at a pair of clear eyes in a transparent glasses frame. Then down his brow firmly, down to the nose pointed, then lips with a natural pink color. Jesus, he's handsome! his screams in the heart.

“You're late!” Arjuna put on a sour face.

“Excuse me?”

His half-dead Nazis held a rumble in his chest. “Just met, it turns out that aunt Nala's son is so annoying,” grunts in heart.

“We agreed to meet at four o'clock exactly, but you came over fifteen minutes from that,” Arjuna blabbed while closing the thick book in his hand.

“So, you are Naziya,”

Arjuna crossed, his sturdy body he rested on the back of the chair.

While Naziya was still staring at the eagle, the man who felt himself pretentious. Yeah, even though he's handsome.

“Iya,” he answered briefly, now his eyes are fixed on the chair in front of Arjuna. The woman then pulled up the chair to sit down.

“Sorry, it was on the road jammed, because I used an online taxi, so ..” his speech stopped when he realized Arjuna continued to observe it.

“What's up? Is there anything strange?” Naziya touched his face and looked down to make sure there was nothing strange about him, such as stains left on clothes, for example.

Arjuna. “Sit!” arjuna's orders, then he raised his hand to call the cafe waiter.

Naziya close the lips to form a wrinkle. Apparently, the woman will not be able to win against Arjuna. Perhaps, if in a match, the man had already won two blanks against him.

Naziya breathed heavily. He was upset, sitting down he kept staring intently at the cold man before him.

“Frappe, the cream is just a little,” pinta Arjuna is polite, then a simple smile forms his lips.

For God's sake, he could smile kindly at the cafe's waitress. True Farida, the man was really handsome, and to his dismay he could make Naziya feel intimidated.

“You, what message do you want?” asked Arjuna with a flat expression.

The Nazis were stunned, again Arjuna's score increased. The Nazis could lose. “Sorry, I ... Lemon tea warm only,” the door.

For a woman with a high sense of prestige, this is how many times, Naziya looks clumsy in front of Arjuna.

“Hey, may I ask?”

Naziya brought the chair closer until his body was docked to the table. “What we have met before?”

A smile on Arjuna's lips. “Why?” Arjuna sneaky grin. “You feel like you've met me?”

The man stared at Naziya sharply, making Naziya misbehaved and again accepted defeat.

“Damn it!” nazisya in the heart. “No, it's just, I remember someone,” The face of the Nazis is now serious.

Arjuna smiled faintly, he opened his glasses and pinned them on the buttons of his shirt.

“Truely, you're reminded of someone. Who her? Your ex?” ask the black-haired man.

The Nazis quickly shook their heads. “Open...,” answers nervously.

“But I remember who you are. Naziya Mahala Yumna, class IX-B, Junior High School of Hope,” Arjuna spoke with lips formed a curve of satisfaction.

Shocked, he smothered his mouth with both hands. “Jeez, it turns out she is, Arjuna ... Rakanuala,” he said inwardly.

“Ka-you ...” Naziya's voice stamped.

“How are you, Naziya?”