Will You Marry Me?
Part 6's
(pov RHESA)
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People say ...
Leave the past ...
Live for the future ...
But how ...
If the past keeps tying you up ....
And make a line for the future ...
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I always beat when I enter this room. The room always smells of lemon. Invigorating.
I put some shirts that I finished ironing into a glass cabinet in the corner of the room.
Slender. It looks like the owner of this room is out. Maybe he was jogging on a complex road like his habit of every work holiday.
My gaze stopped by a photo that appeared to be leaning on the side of the cot.
"His cuteness," I murmured.
A little boy was smiling with a football in his hand.
That's the picture in the medium-sized figura.
"What are you doing?
"Huh?! Aaaarghhh!" I screamed as loud as I turned to the origin of the voice. "Basic mesuuum!" my yelling.
"What mesum? Yes, this is how a person who just came out of the bathroom looks like" Mas Dirga replied casually, while drying his still wet hair.
Surprised I'm not a bitch. Looking at his body which was just wrapped around a white towel on his stomach with his chest open.
"How can Mas Dirga feel relaxed looking like that in front of women?" I shouted, with the face I covered both my palms. "Hurry back to the bathroom and get your clothes on!"
Regardless of my discomfort, Mas Dirga continued to step forward towards me.
It was my hands that covered my face.
"W-what do you want?" I retreated to avoid him getting closer to me.
"What do you think I want?" she asked, constantly pushing me back.
"Stop messing around and put your clothes on there!"
"What if I look like this, huh?!"
Mas Dirga continued to corner me until my body was leaned in front of his glass cabinet.
"Ja-don't fuck around!"
"What if I mess with you?"
"Mas Dirga, don't joke!" I'm getting hot cold.
She squeezed my body into the closet and she put her lips to my ear.
"Next time, don't go in a man's room! It could be dangerous to know," he whispered. "Hahaha .. look, your face is red as a boiled shrimp!"
Dirga laughed at my misbehavior. That guy!
"It sucks!" my grunts, while leaving his room.
I was still leaning outside Mas Dirga's bedroom door, holding onto my hot chest.
Cold sweat was pouring down my back.
Oh God! That shitty guy almost got me a heart attack.
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"Why didn't you come today?" asked Mas Dirga when I saw him preparing his own breakfast.
"So here, keep coming home. Got a call from his sister in the village. He said he had an accident."
"Ohw .. So today we're just alone dong, huh?"
Holy hooch! It felt like suddenly there was a fish thorn stuck in my throat.
Mas Dirga was even able to eat and act that relaxed after making my heart almost jump out.
"Mas Dirga, may I ask you something?" I sat in front of him while eating boiled eggs.
Just so you know, I'm on a diet program that's hot now.
"Say!" he said, continuing to eat.
"Have we met before?"
My husband immediately stopped the motion of his spoon which almost reached the mouth.
Staring at me full of curiosity.
"Why do you ask that?"
"She was curious" I replied.
"You're right. My mom and dad used to live in your town. Um ... maybe about 3 years," said Mas Dirga.
"That means, Mas Dirga also lived there, dong? Have you ever met dong?" my question, very curious.
"No ... no ...! Since Junior High I have lived alone in my mama's apartment, in this town. I've never been with them living in your town."
"Oh .. so!" I don't know why I feel a little disappointed.
"But I've been on vacation there for 2 weeks."
"really?"
Mas Dirga nodded with a sweet smile adorning her lips as usual.
"So we've met?" my many.
"He'em. Several times," he said while sipping orange juice I made.
Whoa! I don't know why it feels like there is a rather different sense of pleasure. It's like there's butterflies muttering in that stomach.
"Where was the beginning of our meeting?" I'm getting curious.
"Ehm .. Try me to remember!" Mas Dirga seemed to scratch his beard that did not feel itchy. "If not wrong, at that time my mother invited me to take something left behind in Aunt Erika's house. It was raining quite a lot. So we didn't go straight home. I drank the warm chocolate that Aunt Erika made while watching the rain on the porch of her house. And that's when I saw you. You just got home playing. With wet conditions, you even muter in the yard while raining."
Dirga laughed when he told the story.
"Auntie Erika called you many times, but you didn't pay attention to her. You're so funny. Your body was short and fat at the time. You're raining just pack a thin t-shirt hello kitty picture the same pink doang panties. Haha ...!"
"Because ... Dirga, that's so perverted, anyway!" I got pissed.
"What gum?! You, the one whose mind is seeping," he said. "First we met you were a kid. Really small. Seven years may be your age."
"Re-really?" I feel a little embarrassed.
"At that time, how old was Dirga?"
"Ehm .. I do not know. If it's not wrong, it was the beginning of me entering Junior High."
Ah, so so! I thought that marriage was the first time we met.
"Are we playing together?" my many.
Dirga just smiled while shrugging his shoulders.
"But it doesn't seem like we're that close, does it? The proof is, I don't remember anything at all."
"That's because you're so small" said Mas Dirga.
"But considering Mas Dirga is kind of annoying, it seems we used to not be so suitable, yes," I said. "Because I used to prefer playing with friends who obey my rules."
Again Mas Dirga responded to my speech with a smile that contained high levels of diabetes.
"It turns out you're still the same as before. A very adorable little girl."
Whatan, anyway? His words sound trivial. But it was like making a volcano in my stomach give off hot magma to my heart and brain.
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15 YEARS AGO
(POV AUTHORITY)
"Rhesa .. stop ..!"
Erika, Rhesa's mother is chasing the little girl who keeps running after Mr. Mahesa's car, which starts to drive away from her yard.
"Mas Dirgaaaa!" his yell. "Mas Dirgaaaaaaaaaa!" Little Rhesa kept shouting.
"Papa, stop the car!" dirga exclaimed when he saw Rhesa running from the rearview mirror of the car.
The 12-year-old boy got out of the car and approached the girl.
"What's up, Erika?" asked Dessy when she saw Erika who was chasing her daughter.
"Come, Dessy. Rhesa suddenly ran after your car."
Little Rhesa seemed to want to cry. His breath looks up and down.
"What's wrong?" Little Dirga crouched down in front of Rhesa.
"They all said that Mas Dirga would not come back here again. Rhesa sad. Rhesa can't play with Mas Dirga anymore. Huwaa ...!" The little girl started crying.
"Who said I wouldn't come back? I'll definitely be back here again. To meet you." Dirga smiled and wiped away the tears on Rhesa's cheeks.
"really? No lie?"
"true."
"If Mas Dirga goes back and goes again, what do I do? Who's playing the same?" whining.
"If I come here again and I go again, I will take you with me."
"Promise, yes!" Rhesa was excited.
"promises. But now, I have to go. You want to wait for me?"
Rhesa nodded innocently.
"alright. You have to wait for me to come to pick you up, yeah, Rhesa!"
That is what is meant by the past that will continue to be a common thread, to lead someone to the future.
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