Sandriana, My Lovely Sist
Part 70's. Poetry

Being in a new house complete with papi and father, both Sandro and Dria feel something different, like a complete family only. Just a little more time they will be officially tied to the family rope through the marriage of Sandro and Dria.

There were no official talks at last, only dinner followed by small talk about the marriage of their two children, because it felt awkward when they intended to discuss more formally.

“Rahmadi... Sandro and I came here to talk about children's marriage... do we need a spokesperson?”

“I don't think it's necessary, Mr... Young Master I've even seen like my son...”.

“Hahaha.. yes I guess just like that, they are both my children, is not it a little strange, I came to propose my daughter to my son.”.

The people around him smiled over the words of Great Lord Harlandy.

Papi and Dad became more familiar because the Papi had often come to this city, they had interacted a lot and the father gradually no longer looked at the Great Lord Harlandy as his boss. Three-pack Lucas they like to find a friend of fate, lose a life companion, and this is like a bond between them.

“I think Lucas and Timothy will take care of all things child marriage. But we need to define a good day for the wedding of Sandro and Dria.”

“I'm up to Sir.”.

Rahmadi's father was just accepting all his future decisions because he was basically happy for his daughter, it was allowed by the life line to pass through painful things but it was also that life line that led her daughter on the good path now.

Rahmadi's father also knew in fact in his daughter's heart the Dervish family occupied a special place, he was only grateful that his daughter accepted him as a father even now it feels very much if his daughter loves and cares for him.

“Lucas... You specify a suitable day, a good day.”

“Good Sir..”.

That is, the Great Lord seems like his son does not want to bother about this matter. At his place Timo became relieved, admitting that he was a little confused preparing for the wedding of the Young Master who gave up completely on his arrangements. Mr. Lucas spent longer working for the Dervish family more understanding of the customs in that family, and if the Big Lord had ordered then it is clear that he would have handled this more was Mr. Lucas.

And the two people who were the focus of the conversation were relaxed as if their marriage affairs were not too burdensome. The fact that it is difficult to resist is that for a few people on this earth they are blessed with a better life where money is not a problem for any business, no matter what, and there are many who work well for them.

“Deedee, come with me..”

Sandro pulled Dria's hand out of the dining room in the western part of the house is a part that is intended for the papi.

“Where are you brother?”

Sandro did not reply, the two came out without saying goodbye as papi and father began to engage in conversations that no longer discussed marriage. Sandro carried Dria walking in their spacious courtyard. The trees planted before the construction of the house began have now passed the height of Sandro, it still takes a few years for the tree to be large and function according to Sandro's wishes.

At a place where Sandro stopped, let go of Dria's hand. Sandro was silent, but there was a sense of nervousness as well to do something. His hand went into the pocket of the blazer he used.

“What's sister? Why stop?”

Dria stared in wonder at her brother who stood still for quite some time.

Sandro smiled but awkwardly, was choosing what word was right to start with. In front of him stood the woman he had seen since the first day there was in the world, the woman with the name he chose himself, the woman who made his heart melt and who snatched away all the charm just for him, the woman with the name he had chosen himself, the woman in his presence fills him with all the strength and energy to do everything, the woman who makes him as a man submits to love and conquers all his love. Love for this woman makes everything special.

Slowly Sandro took out his hand which was now clutching an old grey velvet box. Sandro opened it with eyes which then glared gently at Dria.

“Deedee..”.

Sandro could not say anything other than a nickname attached to his brain. Only his eyes spoke more now.

As Dria looked at her sister, Dria could feel such a powerful radiance of love in both of Sandro's eyes. Sandro's hands were raised in front of Dria with an open box and there was a very beautiful ring that glistened amidst the lights of the garden lights on some well-appointed poles around them.

“Kakak?”

Sandro just smiled looking at the beautiful twinkle of Dria's almond eyes that he could catch, a very clear expression in those eyes that showed that this was a happy thing for Dria's heart.

"Aren't you thinking about this? Wahh Dee thought sister wouldn't do something like this, it's very romantic, ahh... Dee was very happy, Dee was flattered.. Brother wants to propose to Dee huh?"

Sandro laughed, knowing that Dria's happy reaction was not only the happiness she felt but made herself become like a real man who did something that pleased her woman, it turned out that this was supposed to be done by a man.

"Sister..."

"Yes?"

"Why keep quiet.. Did Dee put the ring on my finger?"

Dria's voice again made Sandro realize he just lifted the box, opened it and did nothing after.

"Haha.. brother why are you so nervous..."

"Come brother.. kneel in front of Dee..."

Sandro laughed now, not that he didn't not know what to do about proposing to a woman but somehow he was like blank, it turned out that he was not used to things like this, indeed, if it wasn't for Timo he wouldn't have done it, it wouldn't have been in his brain. Sandro began to compile what words he should say.

Dria had already reached out her left hand with an expanding smile on her face, so sweet, so beautiful, Sandro could see Dria's expression even though the lighting around was not too bright. Sandro then knelt down, bent one leg and extended his hand holding the velvet box towards Dria.

"Deedee..."

"Sandriana Aubrey Rahmadi, brother..."

"Dee.. You made me forget what I was going to say..."

"Hahaha.. What would you say? Don't be too poetic, don't read poetry..."

Sandro laughed because the words that passed through his head all day how to apply for Dria were part of a poem he had memorized in High School.

"I do remember a poem about that, Dee..."

"Ahhhh??? Seriously?"

"Yes..."

"Try brother say now, Dee wants to listen to his poem..."

Sandro laughed but saw Dria waiting to finally look at Dria and say the poem...

I've been waiting for you for a long time

Oh woman in my imagination

The woman who was always present in my dreams,

when dusk began to pick up his long sleep.

In the name of the love and sincerity that comes with it

Will you accept my proposal?

Says a sacred promise in the name of the divine.

Dria clapped...

"Wahhh, sister, that's a poem that's suitable for proposing to a girl..."

"My feet hurt, Dee... when can I say what to say?"

"That was it. His poem was already spoken, just put the ring up..."

"Oh my goodness, Dee. You screwed up my proposal..."

The two laughed together at last.

"Where are your fingers..."

Retreading his left hand, Sandro inserted the diamond-stated ring into Dria's ring finger.

"Be my wife Dee, until our lives are outlined by the giver of life.be my happiness forever, I will continue to make you happy..."

"Yes, sister..."

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Hi, I'm in bimtek again, jd can't update. Part this nukis two days not finished2... Until saturday kk2, please be informed.

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