The Singers
046. Dengdengdeng

Amira should be able to feel used to the sudden action of Alkan or see the behavior Alkan did suddenly. But, the problem was that he became part of this sudden moment. The next morning was ambiguous by the sudden circumstances that were invited to leave. In front of his house, Alkan stood up and waved his hand at Amira. Even the appearance of Amira just waking up did not make the man's smile fade.

Her sleeping spoon, a nightgown that was used by her High School alias was worn, her hair that was dipepol origin it even makes Alkan feel warm. It felt like he wanted to always see it when he just woke up later or when going to sleep the last thing he saw was the figure of the girl in front of him.

Always wanted to hear an upset protest from the girl.

"You're crazy, huh? What the hell is early in the morning here? Where suddenly asked for a passport." He said with a snort while unlocking the locked fence because his Mpa was in his sodaranya house. So, all night Amira was home alone.

Remembering the protest made Alkan smile himself at the airport.

"Don't smile yourself. People will think I'm going the same way as crazy." Said the girl next to him who wore his clothes alias burungnya alias did not escape from the mask, hat, and sunglasses.

"Do you want to have a crazy husband?"

"Who will marry you?"

The question was compared to his heart. The whole world if you want to know, Amira is racing to regulate the tone of her heart that is pumped great. It seemed, his heart was too excited.

Either excited because he could finally take a vacation or because of a vacation with someone who lately haunts his days.

"You, right? You're the one who's marrying me."

"When did you sign the ticket?" Amira turned the stir of their chat topic.

"Make what?"

Amira frowned confusedly, why did this man even ask for what? While the situation they are now at the airport that will go to Singapore.

"Are we going to Singapore? What if you don't buy a ticket. Think we could just get in?" Ask curiously. Or maybe this guy even has a vvip ticket without the need to buy more tickets.

"We didn't get on that plane here. We're riding private jet got me."

Okay, right then and there. It seemed that Amira did not want to second guess what would happen about this man. Because everything will not occur to the brain of Amira is quite small. The girl from now on will only follow the path that has been provided without guessing ahead.

"You want to eat first? Buy some food, will you?"

"I'm not a laper."

"But you haven't eaten anything. What do you want to eat first?"

It should be remembered one thing that this man does not like to be rejected and will force until he gets what he wants.

"What do you want, I want."

"Well me, I want it. You want?"

This guy is always joking. He seriously proposed to her at the airport surrounded by hundreds of people passing by.

"I'm serious." Added again. "But more seriously, you have to eat first. I want to marry you. But now, more want you to fill your stomach with the same food first. I'm the cool one."

Amira looked at the back of the man who was ordering food. Seriously, is this guy going to be serious about her? The sense of trauma is still well preserved. Or maybe he was the cure for the pain he had once had.

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"There's no hope, ma'am."

His mother who was slicing onions turned to Rega who was stirring the oxtail soup.

Rega rolled her eyeballs, she knew that her mother understood it was just that her mother liked to twirl the subject. He said so there's a spice.

"nothave. It's about apologizing to Amira. It's a lot he'll never apologize to me."

"Jude." His mother replied simply as she began sauteing the onion she had just sliced.

"Kok yaudah anyway, ma'am?"

"Yes, time has to be forced?"

Rega gave off his long breath. Yeah, well, when does he have to force someone? He likes to hurt someone.

"The matter of apologizing is indeed between the two parties concerned. But.." his words stopped because he had to take something from the refrigerator and then continued when it closed the refrigerator, "But, forgive it so that it becomes their respective business. It's good, the party apologized for apologizing and if not forgiven, yasudah, it's okay. At least you already know the location of your own mistakes."

"But I still don't feel calm, Mom." Rega had put the vegetable centong. Not stirring anymore because he was watching his mother who was beside him was sauteing.

"Yes, that's your business. Only you can control the shadows of your own past. Amira alone the victim can overcome the shadows of his cruel past, you can not? That is, not that I compare. But sometimes things related to the past don't have to be treated by the past anymore."

"What did you say?"

"Yes, you go to psychology yourself. No need to apologize to Amira if she doesn't want to."

His spirit is declining, he should not return to the life of the girl he once loved.

"Please take the garem next to you" Appoint his mother with his chin. Rega immediately took and gave it to his mother.

"Sometimes a person does not want to forgive, but the wound if it is too deep can what? He can just keep burying it and you suddenly the cause of the wound gets up. What's kasian?"

Yeah, well, then where else would he go?

"There's no need to run away again. Enough if I meet pretend I don't know."

Could anyway?

"It can get used to it. Something that's done has to be done in a familiar way, right?" Add his mother like being able to read the thoughts of Rega who from earlier circled his mind.

"Why is your mom so wise?" Ask Rega a prank.

"Mom's color so Mother should be able to lead her child on the right path. But it's not always true, his name is human, is it? Not to escape error."

"Yes, yeah. It's matiin?" Tanya Rega pointed at the stove that was boiling the oxtail soup.

"The train first, isn't it?"

"Udah must be fitting. It was peppered."

"Yes, try again. Sometimes we don't like our feelings."

Rega clucked but obeyed what his mother had told him, "Udah is fit."

"Jaudah immediately put the same bowl forward. Soon, you must be home."

Kepanin which means to put it on the dining table.