Riyan & Vania
50. Sandy time!
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Vania looked at the ceiling of her room. Riyan's invitation to get married still echoed in Vania's ears. In fact, the person's fragrant body has not disappeared from the smell of Vania.
What Ryan said was true. Only, 18-year-old Vania is not too easy?
That's what the girl thinks now. Uh! Vania knew who she had to ask for advice from.
Vania :
Dish... If you are online, answer me.
^^^Disha: ^^^
^^^What is Van? Is there a problem? ^^^
Vania :
:)
Disha:^^^^
^^^What is happend? Story now! I am not papa. ^^^
Vania :
What do you think if we get married at 18? That's not youth?
Disha:^^^^
^^^Ngadi-ngadi you are Van. Marriage age 20 cake. Btw, what are you saying about marriage? Do you want to get married? ^^^
At first Disha's intention was to joke like that, who knew Vania instead panicked and took it seriously.
Vania:
Tomorrow I will clear.
Vania turned off her phone.
True too, the end of high school directly marriage is like youth anyway. But not papa either. Eh afraid even in thought of two more bodies. Especially these complex mothers.
Arghhh, he was 20 years old. Mr. Riyan will surely understand too, right? He's not gonna be that selfish?
Vania shook her head, pulling the blanket over her neck. Closing your eyes and sleeping is the best decision right now.
***
"What!!!! What Van? You want to marry Riyan?!!" Shouted Disha up a moment after Vania told him everything. Thank goodness in the back garden it was quiet. No one heard the screams of this creature.
Well, ever since the break bell rang Vania pulled Disha and Sandy's hands as her best friends into the deserted backyard. This time Vania told me a serious story. From the beginning, she and Riyan met at the hospital. Until Riyan proposed to her in the hospital as well.
And even the most important, most core and warmest is Riyan's invitation to get married last night.
"So you like each other, sir Riyan? And will you marry?" Sandy chirps take the conclusion after he so much about the sweet sour story of these two people.
"Not married, rather married. Marriage, marriage not." Vania's correction.
"Yahuuuuyiyy! Teng teng teng nong neng. Yolo yolo yolo yo." Sandy stands up, her body reflexes a yolo yolo shake.
Disha had to pat the eel staring at this person. Disha did not think. How could a girl in her own right like Sandy under the word stress.
"You why San? I'm stressed you're really cool?" Vania looked at the cynical person who was smiling broadly.
"Make what difficult~ for what difficult~ difficult it is useless~ " Without seeing the face of Vania who has been like laundry that Sandy laughs happily.
"..."
"Haha I like Van, because finally the trust of my best friend must be done."
"So before Arka died. He gave me the confidence to help you with Mr. Riyan soan. Because according to Arka, Mr. Riyan is best for you. And now-"
"And now you want her fiancee to finish school. Ayaa! We are happy! Congratulations Van congratulations!" timpal Disha's.
"Yes yes thank you. But shhhtt was silent. Don't noise. You guys are real choppers."
Vania took a deep breath, then exhaled along with the weight in her heart.
"I've decided, we'll be fiancee after school. And married when I was 20."
Vania's decision is final. He was sure of his decision.
"Van Reasons? Ntar sir Riyan disappointed you know?"
"I have a reason I'm sure he knows. Mentally I wasn't ready for this easy wedding. Marriage is not easy, we have to understand each other and ignore each other's egos. While I am now his ego is still high. I'm not ready."
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The school bell rang, and Vania was picked up by Riyan's emissary. Because today Riyan himself did not enter.
"Dish, are you back with me, huh? I want to tell you about elo." Without permission Sandy pulled Disha's hand.
Fix, I'm getting into the friendzone. Calaka~
Disha just followed Sandy's steps.
On the Vario matic motorcycle there was a small chat between these two people. In the breeze remove the sultry, tirelessly always mutually say. Starting from useful topics, until the unfortunate ones they discuss. Since near Sandy, fix Disha stress.
"So Dish, what do you think is a good young marriage for 20 years?" chirps Sandy. Eventually their topic began to normalize.
"If I thought it was 20 years. The end of SMA is also afraid to be a material for the generation of the class. Yesterday there was also a case of Vania Mr. Riyan, fearing they even added the story. Understand, netizen."
"Oh yeah, I promised. If Vania is the same Mr. Riyan, I will follow your request. Well, now you ask what?"
Disha's heart was beating so fast. Is this the time? Disha has to say that? Sandy can take it.
"I... Wanna-"
"You want what Dis? buruan by the way, relax. I must have followed. I promise you."
Sandy's ambiguous words seemed to give hope to this girl in the middle of the kasmaran. Now huh?
Disha shook her head slowly.
"I want San's chocolate. Not chocolate in indoapril. I want real chocolate from the tree. Along with the pap you climbed a chocolate tree cake monkey."
Uhuk!!
Sandy almost choked on her own saliva.
"Lo don't ask for Dish. Ask for the real. Chocolate trees are now rare. Where am I going, Cobak? Chocolate indoapril yes?"
"I don't want to know, I want that. If you don't want to, then don't. It's just a bother."
Sandi ruffled her hair in frustration. What kind of request is this? What dream child try?
"Chocolate from the tree and my pap to monkey? Otw, you are online in WA. I sent it."
For some reason, just a simple thing was able to pull the corner of Disha's lips.
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