
"What's up, Pa?"
Juna's voice was heard first when he confronted his father.
"Papa wants to talk about the boutique." Bagas looked at Juna for a moment, waiting for the reaction from the man. As it turned out, there was no response other than a frowning forehead.
"As you know, Papa has no children, and you are Papa's only child. Now you're getting married, so it's time you ran the boutique" Bagas said.
Juna surprised. So far he has never thought about the store. Although Bagas had no children, but his younger brother and nephew were quite a lot. It is more appropriate for them to get it, than for him who has no blood relation at all.
"No, Pa. I can't accept that." After cradling for a while, Juna decided to refuse.
"Why?" ask Bagas. "Maybe it's not worth Sherin's property. But, it could be capital for your wedding later."
Juna shook his head, "I have no right, Pa. I___"
"What is not entitled?" concluded Bagas.
"Now I am Papa's son, but we have no blood relation. The shop belonged to a Papa, not to Mama either. It is Papa's sister or nephew who is more entitled, not me" replied Juna.
Bagas smiled, then patted Juna's back slowly.
"Butik was Papa himself who pioneered, no interference brother. Nimas is my wife, and you are my son. Bladder or connect, you're still my son. I have full responsibility for your lives."
Juna was silent.
"Honestly, Papa and your mama wish it were only for you in our old age. Where to go, my sister and nephew already have their own family," continued Bagas.
Juna took a long breath. Thinking and weighing with worry, it is rather difficult to drop the right choice.
"June!" call Bagas because long enough no answer.
Juna nodded slowly, "Alright, Pa. I want to."
Bagas smiled widely, relieved to feel because Juna had received what he would give. Indirectly, their family relationships are getting closer.
On the other hand, Juna also felt relieved. It is undeniable, he also does need capital to marry Sherin. Although the woman never minded her social status, but it would be better if she could compensate even a little.
"Yes already. We're getting ready now. Tonight, right, we're going to Sherin's?" bagas.
"Yes, Pa." Juna nodded. Then, the two got up and began to get ready to visit the candidate's house.
One month after hearing the news that Juna's proposal was welcomed by Sherin's family, that day it was precisely Novan and Tiara who were shocked.
How not, Juna suddenly came while carrying an invitation, which he said directly from the Goddess.
"Our great Goddess? You serious?" tanga Tiara while observing a piece of invitation that she had recently received.
"Yes. In fact, she said Mama Dewi really wished you could come, Ra." Juna's answer was very confusing.
How could it be, someone who used to hate him so much, now invited him instead. Kind of hard to believe.
Tiara shook her head, "It must be wrong. Aunt Dewi hates me, and must be the same Mas Novan as well. So .. is not possible."
"Are you sure this is honest?" timpal Novan, who also does not believe in Juna's words. Even if they did not mind his friendship with Juna, but to invite in their official event.
"Honest of all, Van. What am I lying for?" Juna answered while taking out his phone. "Now, Sherin's number. Try your own phone," he continued, offering the phone to Tiara.
Without many words, Tiara also picked up her phone. Then, copy the number and take it away from Juna and Novan.
After arriving at the room, Tiara rushed to call the number. So unreliable, Tiara to the point of doing it.
It took only five seconds, the phone was connected. Sherin's voice greeted her from across the street.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Your future husband came here and gave us an invitation. Is that true of your mother?" ask Tiara without further ado. In fact, he did not even introduce himself. However, Tiara was sure that Sherin immediately understood who he was.
"Yes. Mama wishes you and Novan would come to my wedding later."
"Why?"
"Come by. Later you will also know what your mother's reason is."
After answering this, Sherin immediately disconnected the telephone. While Tiara, long enough was stunned with a mind that ventured in all directions. Various conjectures sprung up, worrying about feelings that were once calm.
'Why?' A question that repeatedly haunts, but there is no definite answer.
Seriate...