
Today is exactly Sunday, where Clara will meet Juan's parents. Since the morning his heart has been dig dug not because, he felt restless not playing. Clara was really afraid that until Juan's father insulted her in front of his lover, not because he was offended but he was afraid that the relationship between the two became more tenuous because of him. As he was daydreaming, the ringing of the phone made him aghast.
"Waalaikum greetings, what's the matter dear?" tanyanya gently.
"Are you ready to meet my parents, we'll have lunch together at my house?" ask Juan.
"God, God," replied Clara trying to calm down.
"Let's just relax, baby, I'll be with you no matter what," Juan comforted.
"Will they meet me?" ask Clara.
"Mom agrees, but papa doesn't answer. But I know they're all willing" Juan replied.
"Don't be angry with them, even if they don't like to insult me" Clara said.
"Where might I let them insult you, honey," Juan said.
"But I don't want your relationship to get any further just because of me" Clara replied.
"Dear, don't think about it again. We have to be optimistic, sooner or later they will be destroyed as well" Juan said.
"Hopefully, honey. Oh, you're gonna pick me up at what time?" ask Clara.
"About 11 I'll pick you up" replied Juan.
"Yes, then I'm ready first yes" said Clara.
"Yes, Honey. Be yourself, I like you for who you are" Juan replied.
"'Yes, assalamualaikum,"
"Greetings waalaikum,"
Clara immediately opened her wardrobe and began to choose what she would wear later. He was confused which one to wear, but after remembering the words of his lover to be himself he immediately took his favorite clothes.
A black-and-white knee-length dress, she was wrapped in a peach-colored scarf to cover her smooth white neck. Don't forget he pinned a pretty brooch on the scarf. Her hair was neatly arranged like a flight attendant by letting her bangs slightly cover her forehead. To add to the beauty of his hair he put a pinch whose color is still in line with the scarf he wears. She looks beautiful and cute according to her age, with a minimalist makeup typical of Clara.
At 11pm Juan arrived at the apartment to pick him up.
"You are always beautiful, whatever you wear always manages to get me drunk" Juan said.
"Ah you're a tombal" said Clara with a flushed cheek hue.
"I'm serious, honey, even when I first saw you at the factory you were able to hypnotize me" Juan replied.
"Ah don't praise me, later I get bigger head," said Clara.
"I really can't wait to marry you" Juan replied.
Without warning he kissed Clara's lips gently, making her eyes round in surprise. For a few seconds they enjoyed their first kiss, before Clara pushed her.
"Juan," he said.
"I'm sorry, honey, I couldn't control it just now" Juan replied.
"Let's just go, let's go" Clara asked to switch the conversation.
Along the way they were more silent, they were still carried away while kissing earlier. It was the first kiss for both of them, so it would always be imagined.
'How soft and sweet are his lips, ah why am I so impatient to have them soon' Juan's mind.
'Oh my God why I feel so happy when he kisses my lips, it feels indescribable to the words' inner Clara.
After a few minutes they finally reached Juan's house. The house is as big as the conglomerate houses Clara used to see on tv. Clara was so amazed, she felt increasingly insecure with her lover.
It is only fitting that his parents do not approve of their relationship all this time, because their differences are like heaven and earth. He was astonished by Juan even though he was this rich, he never underestimated anyone else. Even while staying at his house which might not be wider than his bedroom he never once complained.
"Honey, welcome to my house" Juan said.
"Your house is so spacious and beautiful" praised Clara.
"Will you stay here if we're married?" ask Juan.
"I'll go wherever you go" replied Clara.
"Thank you, dear" said Juan.
They immediately went to the dining room, the dining table was so luxurious made of beautiful marble. Since setting foot in Juan's house, he hasn't seen anything cheap. Although he did not have luxury goods in his house, but he knew enough to distinguish luxury goods and not.
"Wah Clara has come, yes" said Juan's mother.
"Yes, Auntie," replied Clara immediately kissing the hand of her future father-in-law.
"You're so beautiful, we haven't seen each other in a long time. Aunty apologizes for all the mistakes of aunt during this time yes, Clara," said Juan's mother.
"thank you. Auntie is not wrong, all parents want the best for their children" replied Clara.
"Well, let's sit down, the food is ready. Soon my husband will be down" asked Juan's mother.
"Thank you, Ma" Juan whispered to his mother.
They immediately sat down at the table, Clara sitting next to Juan. The dishes on the table are a lot, maybe enough to eat 30 people. I don't know what they'll eat after they eat.
"People who work in this house love a lot, so every day aunty must cook this much, they also eat the same dishes as us," Juan explained as if to understand what Clara was thinking.
While chatting Juan's father down, he glanced at Clara and sat down next to his wife, right in front of Juan.
"How are you Om?" ask Clara.
Juan told Clara to call them so to be more familiar, although it was awkward Clara still did.
"Well," replied Juan's father flatly.
"Yes let's eat first, then just chat," invited Juan's mother.
They ate without a word, either what was on their minds, or indeed the habits of this family were like that. Clara is not too agitated anymore, because the treatment of Juan's parents is better than before let alone his mother.
After lunch they chatted casually in the living room, Juan's father was more silent and listening. Another case with Juan and his mother who does not stop making Clara entertained with their jokes. It turns out that Juan's mother is actually very good, even he often embraces Clara.
Juan invites Clara to explore her home, see the back garden, kitchen, gym, swimming pool, and other rooms including her room. After the afternoon Clara asked to be taken home. He said goodbye to both his parents.
Juan picks up his car in the garage, while his mother picks up cookies and food for Clara to bring home. Suddenly his father approached Clara.
"I'm accepting you here, it doesn't mean you've approved of your relationship" Juan's father said.