We are Not Honey
Chapter 41. Proposal

After the conversation that almost made her heart stop, now Riana was skinning Fikri with her sharp gaze. The girl folded her arms around her chest, staring intently at the still-quiet man, who had just thrown an atomic bomb into her life.

Now, after exiting her father's room, Nana invites Fikri to sit for a while in the hospital cafeteria, to discuss everything that happened in her father's room this morning.

"I'm sorry to ask you for help." Nana is still upset. "Is it hard to lie? I just wanted to ask you for help." Reciprocity.

Fikri sipped the tea presented in front of her, then stared fixedly at Riana.

"What's wrong with trying? You won't know what beauty is in a marriage if you don't want to go through it." Answer Fikri softly. He knew, a girl like Riana who felt she could do anything without the help of others, would be even more crazy if her frustration in the ladeni.

"Marriage is not to be tried, Fikri. I never said there was no good in marriage, however, most wounds came from there." Riana obviously. "I'm not ready to build a house." Reciprocity.

Fikri smiled again, then looked at Nana's beautiful face warmly, making the girl immediately turn her face away. During his lifetime, this was his first time being close to a man, except for his cousin's younger siblings. He instilled the sentence better to prevent than to treat, in his heart. It is better to prevent not falling in love, than to treat the wounds of falling in love.

"Let's marry me. I will not demand you to be the best wife. We are still ordinary people who will always make mistakes. It is enough in the heart if the marriage that we will live later, is solely to worship Him." Fikri

"It's not as easy as it's talked about, Fikri." Riana replied still determined not to continue with Fikri's plan.

"Yes, that means you have to rethink the way to lie to your parents, and admit you won't want to get involved." Answer Fikri.

"you started this lie, Fikri. And you also have to tell my father the truth." Firmly Riana.

Fikri.

"I don't feel like I'm lying to anyone. I seriously want to propose to you. And if you don't want to accept the proposal, then you have to look for lies again. I don't want to interfere and disappoint your parents." Rigorously.

Riana breathed in frustration. As long as he lived, he had never met such a problem. His decision to always avoid contact with this Adam is very appropriate. Look, only in the time not yet one day, the man in front of him is already able to make him a headache.

"If there's nothing you want to talk about anymore, I'm sorry to go back to the hotel." Fikri glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. He then got up from the chair he was sitting in and prepared to leave the hospital canteen, because Riana was still silent.

"We're marrying contracts, how?" Tawar Riana's.

Fikri who was already standing in front of Riana, lowered her head and looked down at the beautiful face.

"You know Riana, how long I mustered my courage to tell you this. I forced myself to feel inferior about our social status, and ventured to be here. However, if you are still unwilling, then I will not continue. I'm sorry for being so lazy to express my heart." Clearly Fikri made Riana speechless. "I'm sorry." His embrace while stepping left Riana who was still sitting glued to her seat.

"One month." Riana said again.

"Too long." Said Fikri making a guilty face Riana, changed annoyed. "One week." Say Fikri again while pointing the index finger. A warm smile was again visible on her shady face, making Riana snort annoyed.

"Basic." Annoyed annoyed.

"Give me another ride, it's too late." Said Fikri when he saw Riana already standing from her seat.

"Religion. Go alone, let me know the feeling of being angry with your future in-laws." Riana stepped quickly past Fikri just like that. Her pretty face flushed red after mentioning the words of the future mother-in-law.

Fikri did not take her gaze off the woman with the long canal while smiling warmly. His heart is beating unbecoming.

"Heh, he said he did not want to get involved in complicated matters, but he himself offered a contract marriage. You little lady." Fikri's words of course can no longer be heard by Riana.

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In a mansion left by the Hermawan family, Zahra had just arrived. After talking for a while with his Father and Mother-in-law, Zahra has now entered the room which three months ago is his replacement room. The room that bears witness to how many tears he shed just to stay with Riyan Hermawan.

After cleaning his limp body, Zahra was still standing by the bed. Stare at a large frame that hangs beautifully above the head of the bed. Pigura who contains a photo of her marriage with Riyan approximately four months ago.

After being satisfied to see his stunning look at the wedding, however, unwanted it, Zahra crawled up and lay on the bed to rest her so tired body.

And it didn't take long, he fell asleep too. Either because his body was so tired, or indeed this room was the most comfortable place he had ever used.

Although there is a lot of suffering here, however, it cannot be lied to if this room is still the room he missed the most for approximately three months.

Because his return to Indonesia was so sudden, making some work that he had to complete, neglected just like that in Singapore. Until the moment he arrived at the home of his parents, Riyan chose to immediately step into the workspace, and finish his work first

Now that his dealings with the company in Singapore are over, Riyan chooses to head straight to the room to catch up with Zahra, but, upon arriving inside the luxury room, he decides to leave, Riyan found that his wife had slept so quietly on their bed.

Slowly, Riyan stepped towards the bed where Zahra was sleeping, then bowed to his wife's head. He pecked his wife's hair repeatedly. The beautiful face of Zahra did not escape from her kiss. I don't know, Zahra was halal for her, but, just at a time like this, she dared to do the things she should have done in the first place as a husband.

Not wanting to disturb his wife's deep sleep, he stepped into the bathroom to clean himself up. Their journey today was quite tiring, and one way to reduce that tiredness was to freshen up.