The Heart of Old Menjakaka
56. Dream daughter-in-law
'Ah right, it turns out that the one who sent the sponge was Fira, ' Steven' inner moment after reading the greeting card. Then he walked into his room, then reached into the cell phone in his pants pocket to contact Fira.
"Hello."
"Hello, Sir. How's the ball delivered from me? Does it taste good?" asked Fira in a cheerful voice. It seems like he was happy to get a call from Steven.
"Fir, from now on don't ever send anything to my apartment, huh?"
"Well, why, sir? It doesn't taste good, does it?" Now his voice sounds sad.
"Not bad, your balls are good. But I don't like you sending anything here. Not tomorrow, huh?" pinta Stevens.
"That's it, sir. I love making and sending food to you. But if you feel objection .. I have no problem. I'm sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable."
"I should be the one apologizing. And I hope .. You don't expect me too much." Steven was just about to disconnect the phone call, but Fira spoke again.
"Wait a minute, sir. Eeemm .. I want to be honest with you."
"Honestly what?"
"I was indeed betrothed by my Mama and Aunt Sindi to be the wife of the Father. But ... I really like you too."
"Why do you like me?" Steven sat his ass on the bed.
"Before I worked as a secretary Mr. .. I have met the Father for the first time and when it fit there is a cooking competition event. About two years ago. I became one of the participants there and at that time the race couple Father of a pregnant woman. What's her name, Nella, huh?"
Steven was silent for a moment. Remembering what the girl said. Is it true or not, because he often follows the race like that first.
However, it seems he once entered the race with Nella, his nephew. Maybe what Fira said was true.
"It commemorates the recently opened restaurant lounce. If not wrong again the owner of the restaurant named Bima Pradipta and Mr became the winner of the race," added Fira again.
"Ah, yes yes. I recall. So you're coming too? Same who?"
"My Mama's with me."
"So, time is just because we're both in the cooking competition so you like me? Can it be that easy?" I don't know why Steven was so curious.
"I don't know either. You might say love at first sight, sir."
'Love at first sight? Is there anything like that?' Steven doesn't believe that term. Because for him, love grows because of comfort and often we interact.
"I'll wait until you're ready to marry me" Fira added.
'Who married her?' Steven fell silent. Suddenly she immediately remembered the letter of her marriage contract. 'What after I release Citra, can I marry Fira? But ... how will the fate of Citra be? Will he be okay after parting with me?'
Steven turned off the phone connection and soon a clear circle flowed at the corner of his eye, quickly he immediately wiped it and rubbed his face rough.
'I want to have a wife like what I want. And it looks like it's all in Fira. She is beautiful, smart, mature and good at cooking. While Image ....' Steven recalled the girl's innocent face that was even almost daily inside his brain. 'It's just beautiful that he has, the rest is not there. Even talking he never connected.'
Steven immediately took his phone again, then contacted Aaron's lawyer.
"Harun, tomorrow we have to meet. There's something I want to talk about" he said on a phone call picked up by the other side.
"Good, sir."
After disconnecting the phone call, Steven stood up, then walked out of the room and headed to Citra's room. He also knocked on the door.
Gts ... Gts ... Geck.
"Cit, open the door! I'll explain everything!" screeched Steven and before long the door was opened.
Ceklek~
Seen Citra has changed clothes, she wears a knee-length labasan nightgown. Her hair looked wet like it had just been in the shower.
"Tell me, but honestly," he said, bowing his head.
Stevan walked towards the sofa, then sat there. Image followed him, sitting next to Steven.
Slowly Steven let out a rough breath, then said, "Safira that's my secretary."
"Did Om like her?"
"No."
The image turned, their eyes met and he looked seriously at Steven.
"What's the honest Om?" ask him who does not believe.
"I'm honest."
"Whose name is Aunt Sindi?"
"Kok Safira know Mama Om?"
"He's my Mama's friend's son."
"What does he mean to send your balls? And why did Mama Om tell her Om likes pandanus balls? And why hasn't Om ever introduced me to Mama Om or the Om family?" The barrage of questions instantly made Steven's head dizzy. The man leaned back and massaged his eyes.
"I'm not ready yet." Steven chose to answer the last question, because he thought it was a very safe question to answer.
"Not ready? What's not ready?"
"It's not ready to introduce you to my mom."
"Reason?"
'Do I have to say we're married for a while? But Citra can't know about that. Continue ... How now?' inner Steven. Then think of an idea to reason with.
"Om .. Why is it that Om diem?" ask Citra while touching the back of Steven's hand to make the handsome man stunned.
"Ah that. Reason ... Eemm .. for fear that my mother would disagree."
"Don't agree why? Are we married? Is it fitting that Om wants to marry me Om not a story?"
Steven shakes. "No, it's an impromptu."
"Yes now try to introduce me to Mama Om or the Om family. Maybe he likes me," whined Citra as she swung spoiled on Steven's arm.
"I don't think so." Steven shook his head quickly. "My mom won't like you."
"Lho why? I have not met you yet. Time doesn't like it?"
"Because you're not his dream daughter-in-law."
"What is Mama Sindi's dream?"
"Beautiful, white, smart grooming, smart cooking, diligent worship, mature and certainly not oon."
"If that's me too" Citra replied confidently.
"What can?" Next to the corner of Steven's lips lifted, then looked down at the image. "Do you think it's easy? You don't even have any of that."
"Pretty same white I already have, diligent worship also I was studying. Anders can learn too."
"When cooking how? I'm not sure you can cook."
"I can cook, Om."
"What cooking?"
The image instantly fell silent, then recalled the last time he went to the kitchen. And it felt like for the rest of his life he had never cooked, not even cooked water.
"Can't it be 'can it be diem?" guess Steven. "You are usually just crying, Cit," Steven's lips which made Citra look at him with annoyance.
"Just cry, I can cook!" firm Image angry.
"If you can cook try to prove it now!" challenge Steven while holding a cross.
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...Previously Author would like to apologize, if the story I made is not in your desire 🙏....
...Many of you also complain why Citra tuh oon really? When did he mature? How can a rich man's son be so? Does Citra have any abnormalities until it can seoon it?...
...How to explain it 🤔...
...From the beginning of the chapter has been told how the nature of Citra, if he can be said OON. If he is not an oon, Mr. Danu will not marry him as Om Steven. Because he knows how his son, afraid that later the image will go wrong and Steven's job is to tell which is right and not. It is also the duty of the husband....
...Then, when is the adult image? Does Oon continue until the end?...
...No, there must be time. A person can mature not because of age alone, but can be due to circumstances....
...Everything needs a process, Gays. Changing someone's character is not easy....
...Thank you for also commenting on what you have in mind about this story, I really appreciate that and I also like to read your comments on ️🙏 but sorry if suppose I can not reply one by one 🥺🙏...
...I hope you guys still stay faithful to read this novel until the end, because later there will be some conflict🤧....
...But if it is already bored, I also do not maksa ️. You can find another novel that suits your taste. Once again thank you, without all of you I would not be able to get excited to write 🥰...
...Sarangheo...