The way I love you
116 Ijab Kabul (Children of Junior High)
The close distance between SMP Dhea and Vean SMA, making the two often meet.
At that school, Dhea did not have any really close friends. Once he wore mediocre items, and all eyes looked at him with a strange look. Understandably, this was an elite school, whose students were the children of rich people all from various fields.
Vean looked at Dhea who was wearing ordinary items, even looking shabby.
"I'm actually rich like this, brother. Wh why? Weird, huh? Brother doesn't like me because I'm poor and an orphan, huh?"
"Do you think I see people from their backgrounds and appearances?"
"So you like me?"
"Hm."
"That means we're dating, dong?"
"Yes, no, I was. Mulu's date in mind, you little prick. Learn the right thing."
"I've learned. It's out of the head. But there's nothing yet, and it has to be with Big Brother's help."
"What, huh?"
"Learn to be a good wife, a future husband." Dhea blinked her eyes.
Vean bit his deep lips, holding a smile he was so eager to crack.
The man snorted looking at Dhea who was laughing instead. Why did this little girl in front of him love to tease him so much?
"Aren't you going to learn ijab kabul first?"
"No."
"My name is Dheara Brilliana binti ... binti ...."
"The Dheara Brilliana. Hapalin, Brother!"
"Happened yet?"
"Prospective husband, have you not yet?"
"Ish, I'm a hapal loh, the name of my future husband. Vean Gavindra Watson."
"Sister, let's practice ijab kabul."
"I'm marrying ...."
Vean immediately smothered Dhea's mouth and took the girl away. What will people say, see and hear Junior High children say ijab kabul?
"You're a kid, Dhea. Don't talk so much."
"Ish, I don't know. My neighbor's childhood near kosan, likes to play so. They are still pucks. Lah, I lost time!"
"Don't grow up prematurely, Dhea. Go home!"
"Antarin home, Brother."
"Go home alone."
"Antarin."
"No."
"Sister should meet with prospective in-laws. Sungkeman first."
"Prospective in-laws?"
"My mom costs me. Later I will know to the in-laws of another brother. Mother home. Later when we get married, we adopt many children yes, brother. I'm good at taking care of babies."
Dhea smiled imagining the moment she took care of her younger siblings in the orphanage.
Vean's face turned red. He then went along to imagine when Dhea would fondle their child. The man then shook his head.
My mind, oh my mind. Let's get back to normal. This little girl, why is there always something she talks about and thinks about.
Vean—conscious unconscious—much talk if with the girl, at least talk inwardly.
"Let's go home, just walk."
"Street? It's far away."
"Let's hold hands."
Vean went straight to it quickly. He would not hang in the middle of the road if he joined hands with the cheerful girl.
Dhea let out a heavy sigh, and her face pouted.
"Just holding hands, brother. What if I ask for a kiss?" shout Dhea. Fortunately the streets were empty.
The heat, that was what Vean felt on his face. Dhea laughed, she really liked to tease Vean who she thought was very unyu.
"It's romantic, we. Walk like this."
Romantic fuck, we're on the road again on the edge of a stinking, black got again.
The dried leaves fall.
"It's autumn, brother. But my heart won't fall for you."
Geez, I've always had a Junior High.