MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
22. The Sandy Coastal Rim of Ancol...

Just now my car rolled forward through the gate housing, not to mention his nose touched the lips of a large highway, immediately I stepped on the brake pedal until this vehicle was stopped...

Stopped because from the front window of the car, my eyes swept over a familiar female creature that had been standing on the side of the road across there.

In the shade of a large tree shady path decorator, upright silent in the light yellow light shine on the surrounding.

Evita's.

Trying for a moment to affirm the vision, I let my gaze cling onto it...

He realized that but gave no reaction, just kept looking at me.

It seemed to be waiting for me to come over because he was flinching where he was standing. Without also switching from looking at me within this 5 meter distance apart.

Koq what a coincidence that he can be seen by me? How come it was a coincidence that he was there, knowing that I would pass through this area at 6:35pm and be darkened by tonight?

Without the work uniform stellant, but rather a red black plaid flannel shirt, subordinate black jeans fit the feet.

His brownish hair was tucked right at the top of his head. As usual it looks beautiful attractive, but not in the after-work view even though today is still Thursday working day. Or maybe go to work but first exchange clothes before coming here.

All right, I'm coming, Evita.wait a minute I'm gonna park first.

And Hari, forget your tennis promise. Nothing is more important than coming to him even though you know very well your client will be hired, commenting on your denial of your agreement. Ok?

For a possibility that was thought by me, maybe Evita has found the right time to continue the conversation that is in this afternoon as well. And another possibility accompanies, maybe the mother who had contacted the girl, asked where I was and then the exact moment she found me here.

So accompanied by the supervision of Evita's eyes, I parked my white Honda C*-Z sports car in front of the gate of a Bimbel building just across from the girl was.

After being sure it was safe to place the vehicle there, along with a nod of approval from the father of the owner of the front shop Bimbel, then I gave a small nod to him before passing from before him.

Accompanied pounding a little faster.I unknowingly wiped the hair back while blowing my breath. Typical movements of someone inside the chest are turbulent.

One of the main things in this mind was accompanied by the leaflets: I need to talk to the girl right now. If he is still reluctant, I will keep trying. In order to smooth the meeting on Saturday the day after tomorrow.

So inevitably when he has met this, he must have wanted to continue the conversation the other day that he postponed.

Please Evita.

My steps arrived at the opposite side of the highway, I found our view...

We have not seen each other for 13 days. There is a miss in him. As I feel right now for him. Even as I looked left at right before crossing over, the hidden implied desire I could feel in him seeing my movements approaching him.

Only then did I realize that...

Didn't I ever kiss Evita on the cheek?

Also the various expressions part of my hand to her?

It does not twitch or reflex avoid. He enjoys according to his groove.

Oh goodness, hopefully this is a sign that he is not included in the second type of phobia.

"Evita..."

Evita looked up at my face, defying the dim light.

"I want to talk..." Finally this girl spoke slowly, almost whispered. That look shimmered. My feelings were immediately filled with distress. I love this girl so much. My chest is sick with love...

"alright. Where do you want us to talk?"

A quiet place away from the crowds. So that he can express whatever he wants to say. In order to be able to this day also he determined the attitude because from my own side, it was clear and fixed I said that I would not change my mind. Never will leave him

"Where are you. whatever." The attitude that touched me so much. For a moment I could only be dumbstruck before I gently grabbed his right wrist. Gave a tight grip there, took her step, took our steps both of us to the edge of the road to immediately cross...

Whatever, Evita, whatever you want to say, I'll be attentively listening.

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Not a romantic place really. Just a shoreline of an ocean waters across there. But rest assured, talking here is much more free.

Just the pounding of the waves breaking into the ledges will be our loyal listeners both. The people around us? They are busy with their own pleasure.

Ancol Beach, I'm one of those millions of Ancollovers. Very special, I really love this tourist location, but only Evita one of my 4 girlfriends I have brought here. Monkey girlfriend in Junior High School, my first high school boyfriend, my wife Ranti, and Evita.

Evita did not mind following to the edge of this sandy beach. Not long at exactly 7.50 pm, our seat on the sand has been titled as a soft carpet that I just bought on the way here, along with snacks and drinks.

I don't care about the long-sleeved white training T-shirts that I still wear and don't really fit into this place, only Evita's presence by my side is all I care about.

We sat side by side on the beach sand with a blue carpet, Evita bent both knees and placed her chin on her two folded arms at her knees. Staring out into the middle of the open sea before her in the dim moonless night sky, this girl let me on the right side of her seat pay attention to the right side of her face.

"I was late to tell you that the day after Saturday we'd be together again. Family again." This opening sentence I don't think needs to be a stale base. Go straight to the core theme of our intention to meet here.

Without looking at me Evita responded,

"I told the bang Hari that mom told me through the text."

"Ach, that's right. So then?"

"So?" Looking at me with only my chin tilted, Evita returned my gaze. We were very close and intense.

Although Ancol beach glittered bright lights, the part where we sat was not light enough to make Evita feel like a shadow but the radiance of her face, eyes and smile - she was smiling at me - illuminated my vision.

Evita's soft lips did not hesitate in smiling at me. He led me to say that word,

"Let's just get married, Evita." My whisper while forming an attitude following the manner of sitting and the attitude of this girl. The difference is, this girl looks to the right and I go to the left. Mutual views, mutually dive into the feelings of the opponent, trying to start revealing each other.

Unfortunately, the intensity of the smile on my girl's lips slowly diminished,

"I'll only be a nanny for my three nieces. From me, Bang Hari won't get anything. You know what I mean."

"Lies when I say I don't want that with you. It's a lie that I call myself okay if it's not between us. You know what I mean, too... But for some reason, I can't seem to care. Stupid, no matter what, it's up to Evita, so roughly. What matters is that I'm still married to you. Live in a household with you."

Evita silently looked at my eyes. From the beginning this girl did not hesitate like that. Never treated me with a throw of face, bowed shyly, even when he blushed to look at me.

"Lied if I said I didn't want to. Marry you." she said softly.

"Then," I touched down Evita's lips fondly, "marry me."