Red Turned White Rose

Red Turned White Rose
*Episode 41


Nodding what Ros gave directly made Rawan's eyes sparkle. "A--what does that mean?" The branch that is always calm in the cold can be as nervous as it is today.


If dealing with the heart, then ice cubes can look for, then turn into sweet syrup water. That's how Rawan is right now, he's a melt like not a cold man anymore. His love for Ros, has turned him into a warm man who is so romantic.


"Yes. I accept this impromptu proposal. Although, I had to rethink to answer. But this heart I can't work with. This heart wants to answer quickly."


"Ja-so .... "


"I accept this proposal. Because I ... also like you since the first time you saw you," said Ros in a somewhat timid tone.


The happy branch did not answer in words anymore. As quickly as he could, he pinned the diamond ring onto Ros's ring finger. Then, he immediately pulled Ros into his arms.


As they hugged, the lights were turned back on. A sprinkling of flowers fell from above. This adds to their current romantic atmosphere.


The real happiness they are showing now. Without warning, Rahan immediately dropped the first kiss on Ros's lips. It immediately made Ros meet because of shame and very happy.


This is the happiest moment of Ros's life for as long as he's lived. Because before, he had never felt that way. The wheel of life may have turned by now.


...


After returning, Rahan immediately said the prehal of his proposal to his parents. Before that, he had already spoken to oma Rita about the proposal. And, their responses were all very happy for Rahan. Because the mother who previously wanted to marry Rahan to her former sister-in-law was very happy when she knew Rawan wanted to marry Ros. Women of choice Rawan himself.


"So, when are you going to apply for Roslin officially, Rahan?" The mother sincerely threw the question at her son.


"Quickly."


"Well, when is that soon, Rahan? Time just said it soon. But the day doesn't know. It's the same as it's still unclear, isn't it?" Papa Rahan spoke in a somewhat irritated tone.


The friend who received the speech, even just silently thought about what his father said. Then my mother spoke up again. "Mm .. OK if so. If the child does not know when to do this good thing, then the parent will decide."


Eagerly, mama Rahan spoke. "What if tomorrow, Pah? Rawan's? The sooner the better, won't it?"


Suddenly, Rahan and her father immediately gave a look of disbelief at what Rahan's mother said. The two did not escape from each other's eyes.


"Kok .. Do you even look confused? Was your mother's speech wrong?"


Papa Rawan instantly carved a wide smile. "Not wrong, Ma. Cuman ... There's a little weird according to papa."


"Well where are you, Pa?"


"Surprisingly in .. mama who is so enthusiastic at this time. I thought, Mom can change like this. Because before, you really wanted Rahan to marry Winsty, didn't you?"


"Isn't it the Rawan who doesn't like Winsty. Just like my mom, I want to have grandchildren too. Mama also wants to see the next generation of Brawijaya while mom is still breathing, Pa. So, I guess, there's nothing wrong with my enthusiasm right now."


The speech immediately convinced Rahan and her father, if the mother did not have any other intention than to see Rahan soon married. Furthermore, they also seriously discussed the proposal for Roslin.


In the talks, they agreed to propose to Ros within the next three days. They will make thorough preparations. Because of the plan, if the proposal went smoothly, then the wedding will be held a week later.


....


News of the proposal reached Winsty's ears. How angry he was at the news. With a burning rage, he is determined to destroy Ros's happy day with Rahan.


"I will not let Brother Rahan marry another woman besides me. Because I'm the only one entitled to Brohan's brother." Winsty talks to herself when she is on the side of the road when she sees Ros and Rahan together.


"But unfortunately, you still can't have him, can you? Because soon, she'll be married to the flower widow."


That word instantly made the annoyed Winsty even more annoyed. He immediately turned his head quickly to see the person who was so bold as to answer what he just said.


Beside Winsty was currently standing a woman who was none other than Eva. He deliberately sought Winsty just to get the woman to work together. The goal is nothing but to destroy Ros who had previously destroyed his life.


"Who are you! A woman who has no shame! How dare to interfere in my affairs." Winsty said in a annoyed tone.


"Oh, sorry. I don't mean to interfere in other people's personal affairs. It's just .. I'm very upset with the woman who is currently beside young master Rahan. The widow who does not know herself."


"Do you know that woman?" Winsty's getting hooked now.


"Of course I know. She's the ex-wife of the man I love. He .... "


"Wait on! Don't tell me you're the girl who went viral back then. Failed to get married because your wedding reception was ruined because your husband's ex-wife came."


Eva was silent for a moment. 'Shit! It turned out that the news was so viral that this woman also knew of the disgusting thing. It's all because of Roslin. Just wait for you Roslin. I'll destroy you again.'


"That's .. ah, all because of the cruel slander of my husband's ex-wife. He who left my husband, uh .. came back after we got married. She did not accept that her husband remarried. Therefore, he ruined our marriage."


That's how Eva's conversation with Winsty went on. In the end, the cooperation agreement was established.


"Well, if the plan you say is successful, then I'll give you the position you want in our family company."


"OKAY. I hold your word. Just follow the plan I said well. So I guarantee, the plan I have will run smoothly," said Eva with a big smile on her lips.


Then, both of them smiled. Big plans they will carry out. Winsty, who initially hesitated about the plan that Eva said, now immediately felt very confident. Both have the advantage of this plan. Their purpose, though, is the same. Want to destroy Roslin.