You Will Marry Me!
Don't switch the conversation, Ara!
Ironing on the thick cloth was still hot, the owner had just finished the job of tidying up the tangled fabrics.
Several rows of clothes, pants and hijab neatly arranged waiting for their turn to enter the resting place before re-wearing.
"Already, Let Ummi alone who tidied up Ummi and Abi, son. Thank you for bothering to iron our clothes. Ara just pack up" said Ummi saw Ara who also ironed her clothes in-laws
"It's okay, Ummi. There's still time. Ara can't make this every day right." answered Ara smiled as she cleaned the mat and also ironed back into the storage
"Later if you have not forgotten to tell Ummi yes, son"
"Yes, Mi. God willing"
"Everything's in, son. No one missed? Ye Jun's clothes?"
"Hm ... Already, Mi. Trouble!" Ara patted the pair of Ye Jun's clothes she had washed and the iron, showing Umminya
"Ara's clothes a pair left here can be, Mi. Ara put it in brother's closet" Ara grinned
"Bby dong. When Ara has time, the door of this house is always open for Ara. Never consider us other people, Ara will still be the son of Ummi and Abi at any time" Ummi hugged Ara and kissed her forehead.
"The old days weren't nyuci and ironing a guy's shirt, right? How does it feel, there's a sense of dag dig dug that's not it?" yes ... Ummi started again
"She, Mi. Dag dig dug because of the pegel" replied Ara pouting
The girl was ready to leave the Javanese house, the second house she missed the most after the house of her parents, which she now turned into a mini villa in her hometown.
"Have you heard from Appa yet?" ask Ummi again, Ara shook her head
"Maera!" call Ummi a bit glaring
"Hape Appa is off, Mi. Ara tried calling. Let it be, let's surprise ... That's also if Appa wait for Ara anyway" Ara looks pessimistic
"Of course your App is waiting for his son's return. He loves you, baby. Believe the same Ummi" hugged Ummi again, trying to give understanding to his son-in-law
A man in a short-sleeved blue shirt approached them. Staring at the two women of different generations with a smile.
"Will you keep hugging? When do we leave?" tannya
"Haha ... Abi. If Abi's ready, we can walk now." Ara looked at the clock on her phone, though,
"Then I'm ready, son"
They also went to travel that will deliver Sahara Ga Eun to her hometown, Bali.
"Right ... Remember Ummi's message well. You are still young, if Allah gives you the feeling that Ara once felt in the son of Ummi do not fight it. Love is good, son. Ummi also wants to have a grandson from you" said Ummi last after really going to part with Ara
Ara looked at Ummi, not wanting to answer the words of the woman who loved him. This is not the first time that a woman has said the same thing.
Maybe there is a point, Sahara became a widow at a young age. Even girls his age are unmarried.
"Ara's leaving, Mi." The woman kissed the back of Ummi's hand and took turns with Abi. Sahara got into the silver mini bus and waved her hand from the open window
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The expanse of green rice fields was so soothing to the eyes, that morning it felt very cold. Ara hugged herself to give warmth to her body that still felt tired.
A cup of coffee and a sandwich accompanied the girl. On the porch of her childhood home, Ara sat alone. A man in his 40s approached him with a thick boy.
"Ga Eun, you're finally home too" said the man patting Ara on the shoulder
"Eh, Bli!" Ara stood bowing for a moment then cupped her hands together on her chest
"Hey ... Who'sis this?" asked Ara, the boy was hiding behind his father's body
"Mr ... Is he Korean?" whispered the child, but Ara could still hear him. The woman smiled and greeted the shy boy
"Yongduo!" said Ara by waving both hands at the child, the boy's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment
"Oh ... Yes, Ga Eun! Mumpung you again here Bli want you to check the bookkeeping of this villa. Ever since Ga Eun entrusted this to Bli, Ga Eun never came home."
"Ga Eun believes in, Bli. The house is well maintained Ga Eun is already very grateful."
The next conversation took place for a while, Understand that they have not met for a long time. The man who entrusted Ara took care of his small house which was also one place with a villa belonging to the Ara family.
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Ara spent the whole day walking, walking the traces of her memories with her mother.
That night, Ara was already in the room. One album of memories made her smile, laugh even cry herself. If anyone saw her at that time, surely the girl's sanity was in doubt.
Ara's gaze stopped at a photo showing a whole family, a man, a beautiful woman and a small baby in the arms of the mother. They seem very happy.
Ara's flickering fingers groped every inch of the photo.
"Appa ..." whining
No matter how much hatred in Ara, there must be a fraction of a milliard and even a very small feeling of longing for the man.
There are no traces of memories in his memory of the man who was loved by the mother.
The man went back to his country when the baby in the sling was not even two years old. Promised to return soon but until the baby grows into a beautiful girl and the mother dies, she never returns.
The notification sound of short messages entered repeatedly, followed by a voice call from the same number. Ara took her phone.
"Jeny what's up?"
"Fra! When did you come?"
"Maybe the day after tomorrow, I'm at your house right now. Why?"
"There's something I want to say!"
"Yes ... Just tell me now. I can still hear you"
"We have to meet in person, Ra."
"What the hell is it?" Ara became curious
"Ck! It's hard to tell from a phone like this."
"Heah ... You're this! So can't sleep on me" Ara is now getting upset at him
"I want to see you first! Uh ... Ara, I'm gonna ask you something!"
"Hm ... What?!!"
"Do you like Ye Jun?"
"Huh ... Are there no other questions? How's son? Is it healed?"
"Don't switch the conversation, Ara! Lusty!"
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