MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
12. Should I Change My Mind?

Evita scratched my face. Not nervous or misbehaving.

Self-control that works. I like the way this girl behaves consistently.

Maybe I'm immune to my charms because we've known each other for a long time.

Besides, I've become Enrique twins who are now old, 3 years into the age of 40 years. Maybe my charm is already running low. Maybe so.

Or maybe he is just being successful with his covert plan: Face Pratama Day calmly, face him confidently as a brother-in-law not as a candidate, do not be easily influenced, do not be easy...

"I've had an answer even since that day."

"Asstyria..." I leaned back again, looking at the girl across the table with a look of disbelief.

He's doing it now, puffing his mouth. To cover up the mistakes?

Yes exactly. He does this attitude because his steadiness and decisiveness are disappearing while changing those mistakes. 

Not long. Then that self-worth came back again,

"Why did bang Hari not just choose..my sister Safira?" He asked this.

Also out at the end of the question, this time thrown from the main character.

Trying to show a mature attitude and just as steady as him I replied,

"Because I don't like it."

"Huh?"

"I think I like you better."

"Ohh..."

"That's the feeling I just felt."

"Just now?"

"just now. I just got that feeling. Loves you. Just lately. Exactly when, I don't know exactly. Not even when your brother was alive.

Anyway, you're the one I want more of now... I want to marry you."

"Bang Hari's..."

"But I won't try to force you, Evita. If you don't want to, it's okay. But with your sister Sapphira, I will never be betrothed to her.

Besides, Safira is currently on PDKT with a good friend of mine, a fellow lawyer at my law firm. Our law bureau."

"Owh..."

"Married to me, Evita"

The KFC visitor sitting at their desk, right left next to us, seemed to be pretending to be uninterested in hearing my words that they couldn't possibly not hear or eavesdrop on what I just said, stupid timing.

I with 'forced' must now also say that sacred sentence because the moment happened to be fitting at this moment, at one of the resto tables, he said, magrib was approaching the night with the sky out there beginning to darken.

The hue also adorns Evita's face.

Realizing he became blushed then he sneered and returned his attitude to a normal attitude.

"What...Safira...what was the name of the friend bang that day?"

"Irfan"

"Oh"

"Safira's got Irfan's number from me. The day after tomorrow they met..." I have to lie now, just about the right phone number. Let me try to compromise with Sapphira, "and get acquainted. But just for a second. No more than shaking hands with each other's names and then done."

Lies. Yesterday I was just asking Safira if she arrived safely at home after returning from my office.

After he answered Yes, then I replied by sending Irfan's number while affixing the sentence: my friend in the bureau seems interested in seeing you.who knows you wonder who the person is, this is the number. there's a picture of his face in the profile picture.

Already, just like that.

But for the sake of maintaining a precious moment in the moment, especially Evita little by little impressed began to 'get closer' in giving a continuation of the response to me, especially, I was forced to justify any means of effort but I swear only to this moment.

"Oo so."

"Then what about us?"

"We?"

"We. You and me. What is your answer that even turned out to have been there since that Saturday?"

Okay, someday if he doesn't turn me down, I swear I'll make it hard to hold a smile.

I always have a lot of tips and tricks to be able to make even the clouds in the sky smile at me. Then this girl should also be able to bend her knees and spread her smile in front of me.

But now, did he actually receive my proposal?

Waiting again first?

Just wait for it first.

Looks like this girl has prestige, ego, self-esteem, pomposity, misery-or whatever the name is but it's shaped very big, like, so that for just a word to say the word reject or agree with it, he felt heavy. Tidily just kept the sound.

Nyeleneh, I even self-inclined at once, too,

"Would I really have to wait for 9 months...Evita?"

"Did Safira really go to bang Hari to brother's office? For what purpose?"

Wait, did I tell Evita that Safira met Irfan and it happened at our bureau?

Damn. I forget. Next time I lie.

"Do I have to be honest or lie to answer your question?"

"Did he just have a need with that Irfan guy?"

"Do we have to keep talking in my car? Because it seems like you have a hard time giving 'Yes' or 'No' answers even though, in this place."

"Safira..."

"Evita,"

"Safira would be sad if I..."

"Yes. He admitted it yesterday. He was disappointed that I refused. Maybe a little sad about it, it could be."

"He said that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ohhh..."

"And you, would you be disappointed and sad if I were now, if, if I changed my mind and then asked Sapphira to marry me?"

"Safira will feel sad when I receive a bang Hari !"

"So should I change my mind?"

The 1x head of Evita was able to create a great heart thump in my chest.

"Don't." Evita swallowed the saliva with great difficulty. Grogi attacked him. Nervous of receiving my fixed gaze, asking for certainty through my look.

"D-why?" My voice and attitude were very calm, controlled even in the chest of forgiveness.

Not that I mean to make this girl feel like she wants to disappear from the surface of the earth after she made a short but solid statement just now.

"Yes. Don'tdon't. I-i"

"That means you -"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What is it?"

"Yes yes. Yes, I would like to.married with bang Hari."

The viewers on our left right desk were sounding meaningfully towards us.

Well, I'm having a hard time being stupid again now.

Evita needs a great energy to try to resist her discipline, which managed to drive away her steady and controlled attitude in these few dozen minutes.

He blushed to accept my knotty smile that I carved sweetly for him. Also a meaningful look from me that hints at a million wonderful promises I sent just for her. The Express.

"We'll talk about this further but not here. If you don't mind..."

"okay."

"Haha.I would say, if you don't mind continuing this conversation right now, somewhere else like in my car..."

"okay."