Sam
Nervous

You could say, I've waited long enough to have the courage to come here, sir," said Sam, staring confidently at Hardi before looking carefully at Marni sitting next to Hardi, "Ma'am," Sam continued, nodding. Nada, who was sitting in a chair different from her parents, was already tight-lipped anticipating Sam's words to come.

As the motorbike enters his yard after Sam finishes the Maghrib prayer in his room, Sam, Hardi, and Marni come out together. They found Sam carrying a package of fruits, two pandan cake boxes, and a large white plastic bag whose contents were unknown. Nada had not been able to open it, because he only caught a glimpse of all the contents of the item stunned.

An hour earlier, Nada replied to Sam's message stating that after Maghrib prayers, they would attend a halal bihalal event with the board of a youth organization in the district. However, Nada was confused and stunned when she saw Sam coming with so many items. What's more, Sam comes with a long-sleeved batik shirt and regular hair, so Nada is unaware that she admires Sam's figure which begins to make her uncomfortable in her seat.

Hardi invites Sam, his son and daughter-in-law, to sit in the living room. Nada took the time to take four cups of hot tea to join her parents. They all sat at a considerable distance in the living room.

Hardi was still waiting for Sam to continue his unfinished words. He gave Sam a chance to talk further.

"My purpose in coming here was to convey my intention and intention to question the couple's daughter, Nada Gantari," said Sam steadily as he stared at Nada for a moment. The girl sat on a rattan chair that was two seats away from her.

Sam took a deep breath as if he had just released himself from a stifling place. The tone still widens the eyes. Hardi and Marni looked at each other before finally turning their heads towards their only daughter.

"If I were asked if I was really serious with my intentions, I would answer ready and sincerely want to marry the daughter of this married couple," continued Sam while staring at Hardi and Marni before gazing back towards Nada. The color of the sage hijab worn by Tone makes it look sweet with reddened cheek color.

Tone's eyes did not escape from Sam, which made Sam increasingly close his fingers. Looking at their daughter who stopped looking, Hardi cleared her throat and looked at Sam with a big smile. Marni rubs her husband's arm which shows a witty expression, while Hardi says that like the parents, they have great respect for Sam's good intentions.

"But the final decision is with my son" Hardi continued, staring at Nada.

Tone straightened his face and was asked by his parents about his decision. Although he wanted to ask for the blessing of his parents, but his mouth was too faint to say so. Seeing this, Hardi said, "So, Nduk, answer according to your heart. Father and mother trust this decision to you."

Nada looked at her parents and said, "No accept Mas Sam's proposal." As Sam spoke his hamdalah softly, Nada felt her face smoldering. Hardi and Marni seemed relieved by the smiles emitted, and the rigging that bound Sam looked like it had decomposed. It was a little smile on Sam's face.

"Then, please drink first, the tea! You sure, must be very thirsty right," continued Hardi made four people in the living room was smiling. The relieved faces had already begun to appear liquid.

Then, a light conversation breaks down the tension that had occurred.

Hardi gives Sam a chance to talk to Nada. The man was quite perceptive, as he was once young.

"Bag,"

"Hm,"

The eyes of Tone and Sam meet each other. There was no smile between the two.

"You, didn't tell me before?" nada. He couldn't hide his curiosity this time.

"say what? If I'm going to go home?" guess Sam.

Tone nodding and raising one leg impinge on the knee of his other leg.

The cool night atmosphere due to the dry season makes the air cooler than usual.

Sam glanced at the ring on Nada's finger that was still perfectly circular there. It was enough to make Sam more relieved to without hesitation make a smile expand on his face wider.

The tone nodded blushing. Makes Sam mumble smoothly, "beautiful."

"Isa. Womb!" The tone became throbbing by rolling his eyeballs.

"I'm talking real."

"Fangled, really," said the ketus tone although blushed again.

"Your smile is for me, right! Don't smile so much for others, yeah."

Making Tone laugh by closing his mouth. "Ish, the crunchier you are, Mas. The oath!"

"Yes, I can, muji. Especially for your own wife."

"Sstt, Mas. Don't be so loud!" Tone placed his index finger in front of his lips.

"Loh, why?" sam asked not to understand.

"Yes, ng.nothing, anyway. Just afraid to sound like a neighbor." The tone pointed to several people walking from the direction of the mosque. They are now talking on the porch. It is only natural that the conversation of the two is afraid of being heard by the neighbors.

"It's not good, is it? This is good news."

Tone shaking. "Not yet, Mum."

Sam frowned for a moment. Making an anxious tone.

"This time, I want to talk again, he said, Mom."

Sam nodded in understanding. Then he prefers to talk relaxed again. He also took the time to offend Nada who did not go to meet the invitation.

"Yes, right, you're here. Pity far away if I leave."

Makes Sam pull back both corners of his lips. Feel win. He ultimately preferred me over meeting someone else.

The other person's intent in Sam's mind was of course Atar one of them.

The Power of Google's. The information from there is accurate. I was lucky to find information before I got here. If not, I would be ashamed of myself.

Batik shirts, souvenirs are the result of a search engine that Sam had observed since the afternoon before the workshop closed. So he had to go home first to change with batik. Then he went shopping.

That night before Sam came home, he had a quick chat with Hardi. Just a casual conversation. However, after Sam got home, then he patted his eel.

"Hmmmm...You are so stupid!"