Titian Love Nadia
Tasteless

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't continue our relationship to the marriage stage" she said with tears in her eyes.

"Why, Honey? Isn't there a little bit of your love for Mas? Do you think this is too old for you? Or because I am a widower? Do you want to choose a husband who is identical to you? Or do you want us to postpone the wedding until you graduate college? I'll wait patiently if it wants you, '" said Rasya. Nadia shook her head unable to answer.

A few servants came in to deliver their food order and placed it on the table in front of Nadia and Rasya.

"Don't cry anymore, eat first. We'll continue later. They are hungry already. You haven't had lunch yet, have you?" rasha concluded the question. Nadia wiped her tears while nodding.

'It's not just lunch, from waking up my stomach hasn't gotten anything in.' Nadia answered in her heart.

They enjoyed lunch back in silence, wandering with their own minds. Nadia hastened to finish her meal because she wanted to immediately convey her point of meeting with Rasya at this time.

"Then what do you really want hem?" Rasya asked impatiently after the food ran out.

Nadia gathered her strength to speak. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

"The father had never asked me directly to my parents in a good way, but now he was too late. My mother has received a sermon from a man for me. Mamak said he could not refuse it," said Nadia again crying.

Rasya's shoulders slumped down immediately hearing Nadia's words. He clasped the girl's palm tightly on the table. "Darling, don't you want to fight for our love? I'll talk to Mamak if we love each other. Mama's got to understand, "he said.

"Mamak will definitely bear the shame of being a citizen shake if I refuse him, sir. I also do not want to be an ungodly child who defies the orders of parents" Nadia said.

"Please, don't give up, honey. We'll face it together" Pinta Rasya.

Nadia pulled her hand and said, "No, sir. Maybe we are destined not to be fools. I'm just a poor girl, not compatible with a rich dad. You also know for yourself that I am a barren woman can not give offspring to the father later."

Rasya let out a heavy breath. "But I don't care about any of that, honey. Everything that happened to you is the cause. Please don't give up before we have a good talk with Mamak. Mas sure the man has not known about your true condition, he will certainly undo his intentions if he knows that now you are a woman who, barren," he persuaded at length.

"I'll wait until then, sir. The moment he rejected me, but it was not me who rejected him. I don't want to make you sad. We should keep our distance from now on, because Mamak forbids me to be close to any man except my mahram" Nadia said.

"Alright if it is your decision, if indeed we are paired, God must have another way to unite us. But please, let Mas hug you one last time before we part," said Rasya.

Nadia got up from her seat, as did Rasya. They stepped closer to each other and hugged each other. Nadia was crying as she pleased at the chest of the male field.

"Originally Mr. Rasya knows, I love you, regardless of your age older or equivalent to me. No matter the status of the father of a widower or virgin," said Nadia denied Rasya's accusations.

Rasya tightened his embrace and kissed the top of the girl's head. "At last you admit it too, dear, even though it's too late" he said. "Not crying anymore. Soon you are taking the semester exam, Mas does not want your grades to drop drastically just because of this. May all be well and may Mamak's heart melt" he added, wiping away tears on the girl's cheek.

'Yes, why am I a gini whiny girl now, crying out for love?' nadia asked herself in her heart.

Rasya broke his embrace, he cupped the two cheeks of the girl with his palm. "Smile donk, don't be sad anymore. I don't want to see you sad anymore. We'll keep looking for a wedding kebaya for you. I don't know who you will marry, you will wear the kebaya," he said staring fixedly at the face of the girl in front of him. Nadia was just following.

After paying the bill for the food order they ate, Rasya held Nadia's hand out of the dining room to where she parked her motorcycle. Then take her to a boutique that provides bridal clothes and parties.

Nadia seemed hesitant to enter the boutique when she got off the bike in the parking area.

"Come on!" take Rasya while holding back the girl's hand.

"Sir Rasya sure?" nadia asked still in a blanket of doubt. "Later if you don't use 'will be redundant, sir," he added while stepping.

"If you don't like it, you can sell it again" Rasya replied lightly.

A boutique waiter welcomed their arrival. "Welcome, Mom and Dad. Can we help you?" he told Rasya and Nadia.

"We are looking for a bride kebaya, Ma'am," Rasya replied.

"Do you want a classic model or a modern one?" ask the boutique waiter again.

"Can we see what the model looks like, ma'am?" Tanya Nadia joined the tour.

"Let's sit down." The waiter invited them to sit down and hand out two of their boutique catalog books. "This is an example of a modern wedding kebaya design and this one is an example of a classic wedding kebaya design, Ma'am. Please look. If there is no suitable model in the heart of Mbak we can make a new design as you want, Mbak" he said at length.

"Sir, if the message of the bride kebaya alone without beskap, but plus the rags the same sarimbit sheath is there?" Ask Rasya.

"There, Mas. Want to use songket or batik weaving?" Ask the waiter again.

"Can you see the example of batik, ma'am?" ask Rasya again.

The boutique waiter returned to get the catalog book. "It's a catalogue of batik motifs, Mas. In addition to typical Betawi batik, we took canting batik from various regions such as Cirebon, Pekalongan, Solo, Jogja and Tuban," he said while offering a book.

Rasya grabbed the book catalog and went page by page. "I choose this, Ma'am," he said while pointing to the selected batik motif.

"Well, I'll get it" said the waiter. "Which is the danger, Ma'am?" the question turned to Nadia.

"I chose this one, Ma'am," replied Nadia as she pointed to the image of her choice.

"Well, please wait, Mas, Ma'am," said the boutique waiter.

While waiting for the boutique waiter wait for the boutique waiter to pick up the kebaya and batik cloth they ordered, Nadia reached into her phone. Open WhatsApp messenger and write the status in the application.

"Huh, my life, bitter not sweet," replied Nadia.

"Here look at Mas, it will definitely taste sweet," seduced Rasya. Nadia turned to him and found the sweet smiling face of the lecturer.

"Where?" ask Nadia pretending.

"It's closer," Rasya said.

Nadia just shook her head while smiling. However, impatiently waiting, Rasya also pulled Nadia's nape and landed his lips on the girl's lips. Nadia was overwhelmed by the sudden attack. He can only be silent and resigned to the treatment of the handsome widower.

"Ehmc ... Mm ...."

Suddenly the boutique maid had been near them with a batik cloth on her left hand as well as a bridal kebaya shirt hanging from a hanger in her right hand. Nadia was forced to push Rasya's body to release her kiss. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment for doing something inappropriate in public. However, not so with Rasya, he smiled with satisfaction in responding to her.

"I'm sorry, it's rags and dangers. Please try, Ma'am. If something is not fitting, we can immediately fix it," said the boutique waiter looks rattled.

Nadia got up as fast as lightning, grabbed the kebaya hanger that the boutique waiter gave her and stepped inside bowed. However, arriving inside he did not know where the fitting room was. He had not asked the boutique waiter. Ow hell!

"Bak, where's the fitting room?" nadia asked a woman who happened to pass by.

"Oh that, the fitting room, Ma'am," the woman replied pointing to a door of the room.

"Thank you" said Nadia.

"Together, Mother."

Nadia stepped into the room that the woman pointed at earlier, opened the door, stepped in and closed it again. In front of a large mirror he took off the blouse he was wearing, replaced it with a kebaya internal cuff and covered his body with the kebaya.

Nadia scanned her body in the mirror scanned the kebaya she was wearing on her body and exited the fitting room to meet the boutique waiter.

"Bak, is there a kebaya that is smaller in size? It seems like this kebaya is too big for me," asked Nadia to the boutique waiter.

"Let's come with me, Ma'am," the waiter took a step. Nadia was behind him.

Arriving in a display room there are a lot of dresses and kebaya brides and dresses for the party.

"It looks like the kebaya that Mbak wears must be much modified. Maybe the Mba wants to choose the smaller size is a lot, the model is also no less interesting," proposed the boutique waiter.

Nadia picky kebaya hanging in front of her and immediately tried it without having to go to the fitting room. It seemed like he had found a suitable kebaya and also fit in his heart

"I chose this one, Ma'am. I changed clothes in the fitting room, Ma'am," said Nadia.

"Please, Ma'am," said the boutique waiter.

Nadia directly broke into the fitting room earlier. A few moments later he came out again wearing his clothes back. He handed the bride and groom her cuff to the boutique waiter who was waiting for her at the door. Then they both met Rasya.

"Mas, so take that cloth?" ask the boutique waiter to Rasya to make sure.

"Yes, Mother. Please have the sarong batik cloth sewn all together and then wrapped separately yes Ma'am," pinta Rasya.

"Well, Mas," said the boutique waiter. "The rails also want to be folded all over again, Ma'am?" tanyanya while noting the notes switched on Nadia who had joined sitting on the sofa beside Rasya.

"Byeah, Ma'am." Nadia.

"Okay, fifteen more minutes please take at the cashier yes," said the boutique waiter handed a note and then went inside with a cloth and kebaya.

After the wedding kebaya boutique, Rasya took Nadia to the office of Baskoro Groups to exchange motorcycles for his car. Rasya leaves Nadia alone in the office lobby.

"Darling, you wait here first, Mas go upstairs for a second. This is the danger you hold," he said handed over a papperbag.

Nadia looked at the back of Rasya who entered the elevator with a papperbag containing his batik holster. He waited while playing the phone so as not to saturate. Ten minutes later, the widower emerged from the elevator carrying several different papperbags.

Rasya holding Nadia's hand to the yard, his car is already parked beautifully there. He placed the papperbag he was carrying in the back seat, asked for the papperbag Nadia was holding, put it in the back seat as well.

The man opened the front door for Nadia, closed the door again and circled the front of the car and sat in the steering wheel.

"Wear the seat belt, honey," pinta Rasya.

"Where are we going, sir? Why change cars?" frowny Nadia with a face full of confusion.

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TB