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Meet Dirga, please,

A thin smile rose from Beatrice's lips, when she recalled the first time she met the lover—Dirga— in that place. He was a sweet man who managed to steal his heart almost a year ago. Beatrice's eyes were straight forward, as she recalled the beautiful memory of the young man with his unpretentious life.

However, all the beautiful shadows had to evaporate just like that, when Beatrice felt the touch of someone's hand on her shoulder. Of course he knew who the owner of the hand dared to touch him. Beatrice gave a very sweet smile to the man who was sitting next to her.

"I'm sorry I'm late" Sighed Dirga after sitting leaning against Beatrice's side who was looking at her with a loving hue.

"It's okay. Ten minutes doesn't matter to me" said Beatrice, smiling softly.

"How are you today?" dirga asked again without taking his eyes off the owner of the brown hair.

Beatrice winked a few times while observing the sweet face that was always present in her dream, "As you can see at the moment, I'm fine," the girl replied cheerfully. At least in front of Dirga, he can behave like that. For Beatrice, Dirga was not only a lover, but also a good interlocutor.

The conversation continued, because of the many things Dirga told Beatrice. One of them is about Dirga's youngest sister who just entered First High School. Every now and then, the young man smiled as he recalled his sister's funny moment at the beginning of school.

"Oh yeah, Be. Is there an important matter that you're asking me to meet so early?" dirga continued to look at Beatrice.

"Yes. There is one important thing that is troubling my mind right now" Beatrice replied in between her heavy sighs.

Hearing that made Dirga change her position. He shifted his seat so that it became closer to the lover, so as not to mishear when the long-haired girl in explaining the important thing she meant.

"Actually .. emmm, I—" Beatrice's remark came to a halt because she was hesitant. He observed the sweet face for a moment before continuing his words.

"Just say it, Be. Don't be afraid," Dirga's facial expression turned serious after looking up at the concussion from Beatrice's eyes.

Beatrice was silent for a moment. Perhaps, he was stringing words to express his wish to Dirga. In fact, Beatrice herself did not know if Dirga would agree to the plan. Beatrice moved her eyeballs left and right when she convinced herself that the plan was not something that would keep Dirga away from her.

"Let's get married," he asked with a view that could not be separated from Dirga.

Dirga's volume of lips slightly opened after hearing three words that escaped from the lips of the lover. There is a sense of disbelief that sneaks into the heart. Dirga is not even thinking about getting married anytime soon. There are many dreams that must be achieved with hard work, considering that he was not born from among people like Beatrice.

"Why just shut up? You're not willing to marry me?" beatrice asked after feeling the silence between the two of them.

Dirga realized from the wishful thinking that had been present in memory. She took her eyes off Beatrice's pretty face to find the right answer for the girl she loved so much, "Are you serious, Be?" Dirga assured Beatrice's request.

This time it was Beatrice who turned her eyes the other way. He re-established that Dirga was the best man in his life. Yes, it turns out Beatrice had not discussed the important matter with Dirga before she conveyed the request to Soraya last night.

"Bea Darling. I love you so much. However, if getting married in the near future is not possible," Dirga refused after grasping Beatrice's hand.

"Why? What makes you doubt?" search Beatrice while staring at Dirga's black bead.

Dirga turned the other way. His right leg is crossed over the left leg. The sweet man's thoughts began to drift far away out of nowhere. There was so much to think about before she married Beatrice. Differences in economic status are certainly the main thing. Dirga is afraid that his lover's mother does not approve of their relationship. His life with Beatrice was like heaven and earth, very different. Dirga became confused in the face of all that.

"Be, our lives are very different. For now I'm not sure I can afford my family and you. You know for yourself, how much do I pay each month to become a Barista?" the eyes of Dirga and Beatrice were rubbed.

"I don't mind that, Dir!" Beatrice tries to convince Dirga that everything will be fine.

"Darling, getting married costs a lot. What should I give you when I propose? I'm not ready financially, Be," said Dirga regretfully.

Several reasons and economic conditions of the family have been conveyed to Beatrice by Dirga. The sweet man only hoped that Beatrice would be patient and let herself think first. Dirga moved from his place. He stood his back to Beatrice, shaking his waist. The man's gaze was fixed on the fish pond not far from where he stood.

Seeing the doubts that were seen from the beam of the lover's eyes, finally made Beatrice move from her place. He approached Dirga who was pensive near the fish pond in the park.

"Don't think about the problem. Mama can bear all the expenses of our wedding. After all, I don't want to host a grand feast like a princess." Beatrice continued to try to convince Dirga to be willing to fulfill her request.

Dirga became increasingly concerned after hearing Beatrice's explanation of the cost of the wedding. As a real man, Dirga felt ashamed if all that really happened. Will be put where his pride is before Beatrice's parents, if all expenses are borne by them. Such a great love for the crossbred girl made Dirga even more confused. He could not leave Beatrice. However, agreeing to the request also felt so scary.

"How's Dirga? Do you agree with my request?" ask Beatrice again.

Dirga closed his eyelids before giving the right decision for the situation. He does not want to make the wrong decision. It seems, looking for a side job should be done Dirga after this in order to get married soon. Enjoying the results of your own hard work is much more enjoyable than having to raise your hands against others.

The wind began to blow friendly to make strands of hair that danced. Beatrice was still silent on Dirga's side, as she was waiting for the important decision of the man who had been her lover all this time. Beatrice understood that her request was not an easy matter for Dirga. Therefore, he let the lover think for a while.

Dirga changed his position to face Beatrice. She scanned the beautiful face without blinking an inch. The two black beads met, dived into each other's clear lake and measured how deep the feelings were.

"alright. I accept your request. We're getting married. However, give me a minute to try harder to collect our wedding expenses," said Dirga so sure, as he grabbed Beatrice's taut fingers and grasped them tightly.

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