Chased Ex-Promise Candidate
Negotiating

Ikram has been escorted back to Pradana residence by Pak Tito, the driver of the Vanya family. The man was greeted by a middle-aged woman who claimed to be his mother. Mr. Tito said he was going home and told that his master was out of town, so Ikram did not need to go back there in an unspecified time.

"O Allah is Pledgeable, why are you rich?" Manda took a tool to compress the Ikram.

"Let's go, Mi. He's an adult, just a fever, right?" sela Hanan who was with his wife at the time.

"Pi, after all, Ikram is still our son, Mami doesn't want anything to happen to him."

"Keep on keeping him." Hanan left and left his wife and son.

Manda took care of Ikram painstakingly, until late in the afternoon, finally Ikram was conscious. The man opened his eyes and took out a small towel that was stuck to his forehead. "Ah, my body," he murmured then the man tried to get up and sit down. When he managed to sit, he saw the mother sleeping next to him in a sitting position on the floor. The cream was laid on the sofa when it came home.

"Mi ... Mommy." Ikram shook his maternal arm to wake the woman up to move onto the sofa.

Manda opened her eyes slowly, then saw her son sitting down. "Cream, you're awake, son?" The woman immediately moved and held her son's forehead.

"Cream's fine, Mi."

"Alhamdulillah the heat has subsided. Come on now you eat, son. You haven't eaten anything since this morning, have you?" Nodding from the Ikram made the woman even more worried. Ikram also walked by the mother to the dining table.

Ikram sitting with a pale face, his head also still feels very dizzy. Why is it so hard to meet them? Even though I was one step away from meeting, but I was sick, fainted anyway.

After the mother prepared food for Ikram, the man began to eat his food even though his tongue still tasted bitter, but the man forced it. After Ikram finished taking the medicine given by the mother.

Evening arrived, Ikram was currently in his room. The man just sat leaning against the head of the bed while playing his phone. Just about to find out about Vanya, suddenly a call came in from her lover, more precisely her ex-lover, Olive.

Ikram is still lazy to take a phone call from the woman, but because Olive is constantly contacting him, Ikram finally receives his call. "Yes ... What's wrong?" tanya Ikram flat.

"Finally you got my phone call, honey. I'm sorry, Ikram. I just want to marry you." Olive said shamelessly.

Ikram. "You still dare to say that, Olive? You think I still want to accept you?"

Olive seemed to be silent for a moment before returning to voice. "I asked ...." Ikram immediately hung up his phone call. The man is now back looking for information about his future wife Vanya.

After finding the girl's social media, Ikram immediately searched for a photo of the girl, but unfortunately all his photos only showed the back of the girl. "Didn't she like to post full photos of herself like a girl in general?" murmured while continuing to look for other information. Ikram only found a few photos of interior design belonging to the girl named Vanya.

"Ah, is she an interior designer as well? Uh, wait for this photo ...." Ikram recalls that the photo was given to Yuki to design his office at his new restaurant.

"Oh, so he's the designer." I smiled when I saw all the photos. The man did not expect that his future wife turned out to be a very talented and professional interior design.

"Oh, no I still have business with Yuki. Has the girl returned?" Ikram so back to remembering the girl who always made him upset also miss it.

Ikram turned his head for a while then refocused on his phone. Fathan sat down on the sofa there. "It looks like you've failed again."

"The cameras are trying, Cake. Please give me the time to redeem everything." Ikram now keeps his phone on the nightstand.

"Are you no longer in touch with your lover? What's the name Oil?"

"Olive, Cake." Ikram rolled his eyes panted.

The old man also laughed. However, it came back serious when talking about Vanya. "Do you remember his face?" Ikram shook his head, the man was also astonished how to forget someone's face just like that, when usually not.

"Grandfather, can you help me out, right? Please take a picture of her, Cake. Ikram is alive but not yet."

"Grandfather doesn't have a picture of the girl either" replied Fathan.

Ikram let out a huffed sigh, it felt so hard to get the girl's information. "Grandfather, may Ikram .. choose another girl?" The man hesitated to reveal his question.

"Who?" ask Fathan.

"He's not actually from among us, but Ikram is sure that he's from a good family." Ikram began to negotiate with his grandfather.

"Who is he?" Fathan is seen tightening his grip on his cane, but tries to calm down again.

"The son of the owner of the rice stall in front of the new Ikram restaurant. Her father seemed to have died because for as long as Ikram knew they were just two lives."

"You sure? Does that girl want to be with you?"

Ikram was silent for a moment. During this time he and Yuki just continue to fight, but somehow the moment actually makes Ikram feel that his life is more colorful. "Ikram sure he will also like the same Ikram, let alone the handsome, rich Ikram too. What else is less?" The man patted his chest arrogantly.

"Don't get cocky just yet, not all girls see that. The most important thing about a man is responsibility, Ikram."

Ikram nodded. "So Grandpa will agree with the choice of the Kram, right?"

"We'll see if you don't find Vanya. Grandpa will follow your wishes." Fathan got up from his seat and left Ikram's room. His face smiled as the old man had already closed the door of the room. "Based on a bad boy, he's the one you're looking for. Grandpa knew the owner of the rice stall had helped Vanya."

Meanwhile, Ikram is again busy with his phone, this time he searches Yuki's social media, but does not find a photo of the girl. However, when the search was named 'Warung Nasi Kadeudeuh', Ikram did not miss it, he immediately saw the account. Sure enough it belongs to Mak Aminah. There are plenty of food menu photos there. Ikram finally wrote a message on the account.

Food at this rice stall champion, let alone the sender of his love letter, has he returned?