Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 148

On the wooden chair, the young man was unceasingly playing the fingers. Occasionally will wipe the sweat that splashes on the forehead. Trying to calm the heart, but nervousness in fact reluctant to go.

The girl beside him glanced at him many times paying attention. His two thick eyebrows intertwined, wondering in confusion. His lips occasionally reviewed a smile . oh, he knew. The young man was trying hard to fight nervousness.

"Mas Yusuf why? How, that trembling? The sweat also came out a lot, you know," asked Biya with a voice that dyed melodious.

Uh! The liver! Why not be invited to compromise. Take it easy for a moment, let Joseph mingle with the idol of the heart.

"No, really. I-I'm a little groggy," said Joseph stammering and wiry.

Biya let out a small laugh, the young man next to her was extremely adorable. Can he pinch that little cheek? Shake it right and left, and .. and .. no! Stop that thinking, Biya!

He glanced at the tissue box, picked it up and gave it to Joseph.

"This, Mas. Dilap first dry, then wet to the shirt," said Biya.

Oho! The voice was so sweet in Joseph's ears. Creating a space of longing, forming the belief that he was the missing rib. The shaking of the hand received what Biya had given. Pulling the contents with lightning speed, wiping the sweat with a quick movement.

"M-thank you, Ma'am." Joseph nodded his head without looking, too embarrassed to meet. His cheeks continue to feel hot, must be as red as boiled shrimp ready to eat.

The sound of laughter tickling his heart was again heard, flowering immeasurably. Throbbing happily, the ear wants to hear it always. Can she?

"No need to call mbak, Mas. Call aja Biya. Can I ask Yusuf?" biya said increasingly make the heart of Joseph too uncertain.

"I-iya, bo-get." Joseph nodded his head, not looking at the girl beside him at all.

Biya did not dispute this, he understood that Joseph's struggle normalized his heart. Nervous about dealing with a foreign woman. That's where Biya found out, the young man had never dealt with women.

"So it was spontaneous or indeed from the heart of Mas Yusuf himself?" About the words of Joseph who thoughtlessly asked her to marry.

Yusuf gamang, should he answer? While the tongue is so confused to be invited to move. Does the girl not know if she is struggling to stay sober?

"What do you want? I-I can't make it if you don't want to." A long sentence that Joseph had spoken thirty minutes ago they sat there.

Biya laughed again, a laugh that tickled Joseph's heart. Want to hold it, so as not to be lost from life.

"Well, I'm an adult, Mom. It is not possible for a boyfriend, because I do not want to date. If anyone is serious about marrying me, why should I refuse?" said Biya while glancing at Yusuf who slowly turned his face to her.

After a few moments, Joseph threw away his face.

"Even if it's someone else? Not me?" The soft question from Yusuf made Biya feel anxious.

"No. Precisely because the young man was Mas Yusuf, that's why I won't refuse."

Joseph turned to hear Biya's answer, looking at them. Biya's smile was so sweet, the facial lines were a little similar to that of the older brother, cradling Joseph's gaze.

"You ... sure? Why is that someone else?" Joseph asked curiously.

"I don't know either. I'm just sure, Mas Yusuf is the answer to the prayer I've been praying. Hopefully I didn't guess wrong," Biya replied ending with a smile, making Yusuf moved.

The young man brazed his gaze for a while on the two brown Biya beads. Then, looking down, digested Biya's sentence.

"I'm not a person. Only an orphan lived on the streets. No education, looking for a bite of rice only from used goods that I collect. Then, meet a young man . a friend who embraces my shoulder to be able to live properly." Joseph took a breath.

"He taught me how to count fast, he taught me to write, to read the world that never existed in a dream. Be now like this. People call him a secretary or an assistant. Do you still want to marry an orphaned and uneducated young man like me?" Yusuf looked back at Biya.

The girl heard solemnly the short story of Joseph's life. Biya's smile rises like a warm morning sun.

"No problem, if that's Joseph. People who got an education in school are not necessarily able to be in the position of Mas Yusuf now. Only certain people are great, who only learn from nature, but he is able to fix himself. All that is not a problem for me," Biya replied after convincing his heart that Joseph was the answer to prayer.

The young man was stunned to hear it, his disbelief was acceptable despite having an imperfect background.

"You ... sure?" Joseph asked after a while looking for honesty in the two beads.

Biya nodded her head, no longer needing to wait for long. His heart was sure to marry Joseph. A simple young man and what he is. The words spoken naturally flowed out were not made up.

"When are we getting married? I have to prepare everything so you don't have to feel ashamed" he said enthusiastically.

Nervousness becomes lost, changing the passionate. This was what he was waiting for, having a life partner who could accept him for who he was.

"But wait! Do you think I'm the secretary of the kayak office in that drama? No, Biya. I'm just a regular secretary who works at the matrial store. Not a secretary sitting in a nice chair in an air-conditioned room. No!" yusuf said that he rejected Biya's thinking about the secretary of the office.

But I am sure that I am able to meet your needs because I have the Most Rich God. Joseph continued his words in his heart.

"It doesn't matter because it's Joseph!" biya firmly without hesitation.

Joseph was an honest young man, daring to tell him where he came from. Dare to uncover the job he is in without having to lie just to be accepted. Biya.

"Marriage problem, we'll talk to my brother again. Is Joseph having a family?" biya asked because it was impossible for someone not to have a family.

Joseph nodded his head, confidently answering, "Have one. Boss Alfin, he's the only family I have."

Biya's heart felt bitter, the smile on her lips receded. How poor Joseph was, not knowing who and where his family was. Just Alfin? While they are friends.

Biya smiled again, no problem. Men carry themselves, do not need guardians as much as women.

"Thank you because you want to accept me for who I am" Yusuf said in a heartfelt smile.

"Either. Thank you for helping me this morning and bringing me here. I don't know if at that time I refused, maybe .. ah, don't know," Biya said, shaking her shoulder.

"Maybe we've found our way."

Biya nodded in Joseph's words.