Pamite
108. Proposal

A few days after meeting a moment with the man who had abused Dara, he got word from his friend that the man had been caught. And it turns out that a is a fugitive who has been wanted by the police in recent weeks. I don't know what case Rifki doesn't care and never will. For him, he had been arrested by the police and in prison was enough no matter his personal affairs and also met him, better to find money for the provision of marriage than to meet the depraved man. He promised himself to leave the past behind.

Time passes when someone is happy. Again the phrase does not feel are two words that are suitable for Rifki situations. Indeed, Rifki did not realize that time continued to run until it did not feel like a year had he struggled with work that demanded him to immediately justify Dara.

Rifki's job was not far from money, if he used to work in a pawnshop, now he works in a bank.

As always, Rifki has always been the center of attention for how many people, especially women. The combination of smooth white skin, his good looks, his dashing body shape, plus the bank uniform make the man look absolutely perfect. Wherever and whenever the man who gets the title of old virgin must keep his eyes, organize the heart and also arrange the words to calm his lover. As of now, the two of them were sitting in a modest tavern near where Rifki worked. Dara, who is working on continuing her efforts to sell Ayu's belongings online, makes the girl flexible to follow Rifki's lunch schedule.

"Where if we meet in the grave, let you do not talk like this. The past year has passed still do not understand, even a year more still doubt the same love me. Let them glance at me I am not. The important thing is, I'm still focused on you."

"Well, what will we meet at the cemetery? Let's be seen the same kuntilanak, continue to be followed assessed, sleeping that way."

"Allahu akbar, do you want me on ************* the same kuntilanak said that it's true. Therefore, if invited to the wedding, the quarry wants, the camera is daftar-entar mulu. If people see that we have a ring on your finger on mine, they won't look around either. Don't be so jealous, Dek. You don't believe me the same."

"Kok you being a grumble? I want you to give me good news."

"What's? Are you ready to lamar? When?" ask Rifki enthusiastically.

"Kok, Brother knows? Ih shaman, yes," said Dara trying to melt the atmosphere that had been tense.

"Yes, it's aakb shaman sakti that can overcome your fussiness. When was?" Rifki again asked after feeding from a spoonful of rice into her mouth.

"Don't forget my birthday next month? What birthday am I trying to ask." Dara tested the memory of her lover.

Rifki immediately chokes by eating what she chews. As if the question asked by Dara was a scary and deadly thing.

"Forgotably, that's why it sprains, right?"

"No, I didn't forget. Next month is your twenty-fourth birthday. That means less than five days? Suddenly, Deck. Brothers, you need to be told that too."

"Yes, tell me from now on. If you're not ready, next year's retreat is fine."

For the second time, Rifki again choked. This time he choked on his drink. Listening to Dara's words made Rifki want to plunge into the abyss. How can the girl say so easily that if she is not ready to be pushed back next year. To get to this point alone, Rifki had to expand her patience with great torment.

"Oh, yes I forgot. This I got from the recommendation of his shirt-men are good. Look, deh. For decoration, I will be the same as Ms Ayu. He offered to help, make up the same as he said." Dara shifted her phone which she put on the table.

Rifki grabs her and observes the picture after image stored in her girl's mobile gallery.

"Where do you want? Not pink, yeah. Please, Deck. Can fall my pride in front of my cousin Riana. In marriage also do not pink, my friends are now on julid. I don't want to be a bank."

"Kok is a big brother. Well, instead of the storm, I nodded. I'll pick a nertral color."

And that day actually happened, Rifki and her family were sitting in a large living room waiting for Dara who was still preparing in the room.

Rifki sat waiting in a relaxed and ordinary manner, until finally the massacre turned into an uproar in his heart. Dara was done with her make up, she accompanied Ayu out of the room and sat in front of Rifki, but separated by several banquets available there.

Rifki did not blink, her gaze focused on Dara who wore kebaya in line with her batik cloth. The bright blue cloth as bright as his heart, able to make Rifki hypnotized by the elegance of Dara that he had never seen before. Not that Dara has not been Graceful or beautiful. Before this day Dara always looks simple and with thin makeup. That alone was enough to make Rifki fascinated especially today. Ayu really changed Dara like an angel of Heaven.

Plaque!

One blow at Rifki's snoring made him flinch from his spot. He turned to the older brother sitting to his right, looking at him with a look of annoyance.

"Rifki by the way, don't just look at the doang."

"What by the way?" Rifki's confused.

"And while in the car you were memorizing the text from Mbak how, anyway. Yes, your text is apalin from earlier told Dara." The brothers fussed in whispers.

"It hasn't started yet, has it?"

"If it has not begun what I have been from earlier plump you? Tell you to talk to Dara and her family. It started with Rifki. Hence the focus on events, many of these people don't be shy."

Rifki is suddenly confused, she forgets the romantic words compiled by her brother last night. How could the show start but he didn't know? It seems that he is now condemning himself because he does not focus on the event only focuses on the woman in front of him. It was evident from Rifki who swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. He completely forgot and did not know what to say. His nervousness grew even more as all the pairs of eyes looked at him.