OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
Trapped
Dipta was still silent not to reply to Shakila's greeting. He still continued to take his breath and let it out slowly but surely. As a normal man, he likes to see Shakila's half-open body. But he soon realized that he would sin if he continued to see and pay attention to every curve of Shakila's body. He lowered his head and said, "where is La?"
"There," Shakila replied briefly as she rolled up the ends of her hair. Shakila was well aware that Dipta admired the beauty of her body.
"This is La's order," continued Dipta while handing over a plastic bag containing two boxes of banana sponge that is still warm as the gaze of Shakila to him at this time. Shakila took his order and let Dipta into the house.
"Go in first A. I take the money first" said Shakila still with a tone of voice made spoiled.
"No need. I'm just here" said Dipta. Regardless of the words of the Creator, Shakila immediately grabbed the hand of the Creator and brought him inside. And I don't know why the Creator complied.
"Sit down first A," Shakila's pinta. Dipta sat in Shakila's living room chair. He also went into taking the money. Not long after, he went out to meet the Creator.
"How much A?" ask Shakila.
"One hundred thousand La," answered Dipta briefly. His heart is still beating. He wanted to get out of Shakila's house. Shakila also gave a hundred thousand dollars. The Creator took his money as he moved from his seat. But Shakila quickly hugged Dipta's waist and held her away. Created to immediately feel uneasy, he was shocked by what Shakila was doing. He also tried to take off Shakila's arms that were coiled around his waist. But he did not succeed because Shakila's embrace so tightly held her body.
"Please off La, remember we're not yet muhrim!" exchange Dipta with a high enough tone.
"A little while, baby! I beg you," asked Shakila as she grunted her head upwards looking at the higher Creata than her.
"What makes you this La? Take off your headscarf and dress like this in front of me?" asked Dipta while continuing to hold Shakila's hand that was getting closer to embrace the Creator.
"Because I'm gonna be your wife A! So Aa enjoy it first" Shakila said in a spoiled tone of voice.
Dipta is completely inexhaustible with Shakila, why is she this close?
Before long Shakila also pulled the body of Dipta and Shakila walked backward and fell on her guest chair. To the extent that the position of the current Dipta is like being superimposed on Shakila's body. And without the Creator realizing it turns out that someone was watching him at the door of Shakila's house.
"What are you guys doing?" asked a man in front of the door of Shakila's house in a high half-screaming tone. Dipta turned her head towards the voice while releasing Shakila's embrace. It turned out that the voice was the voice of his father Shakila who had just come from Jakarta and beside him was Bu Sinta, his mother Shakila, who stood looking at the incident that befell his daughter.
Hearing the sound of his papa, Shakila immediately fixed his position that was in a half-sleep position into a perfect sitting position.
Dipta, who was standing face to face with his papa Shakila, was trying to say something but was so panicked, he could not say anything. Then Shakila's papa approached Dipta and took action to slap Dipta but Shakila moved faster because he knew what his papa would do. Shakila immediately stood up to take a position in front of Dipta, intending to hold back her papa from slapping Dipta.
"Don't Papah! Don't slap A Dipta! Shakila loves him" Shakila cried.
"If she's a darling, she won't be rude to you!" yell at the papa again. Her mother immediately approached her husband and embraced him trying to calm him down. The Creator tried to speak up.
"Sorry sir, it's not like you see! I didn't mean to do anything to Shakila. All just accidents, I fell and hit Shakila's body" explained Dipta while trying to cover up her nervousness.
Her mother Shakila still held her husband back so that his emotions were calmer. Then he took over the situation.
"Created to sit down first yes, there is something we need to talk about with a cool head" Shakila added. Dipta nodded and obeyed Shakila's mother's request. Shakila followed Dipta and sat beside him. As well as Shakila's father and mother, they sat in the opposite seat. Shakila's face spoke up.
"Where are Mang Cecep and Bi Mela?" ask Shakila's papa in a firm tone. It was obvious that he was still holding back his anger.
"Your name was created, right? Who guided Shakila to study?" ask Shakila's papa while pointing at Dipta.
"Yes sir" replied Dipta briefly. Seeing him, he still felt unsettled. He regretted delivering Shakila's order to his house.
"You guys dating?" ask again.
"No sir but ...," He hung his words.
"But what?" asked Shakila's papa in a jolting tone.
"But we both love each other" replied Dipta honestly.
"You're funny! Where there is mutual love continue not dating but overlapping in my guest chair!" the Shakila.
"We are not dating sir but our hearts are binding on each other's promises and once again I reiterate that the overlaps are an accident," Dipta still calls it an accident even though it is actually a coincidence made by Shakila but Dipta does not have the heart to speak the truth because he still has a conscience and pity on Shakila, Shakila, afraid he would get scolded by her papa.
"okay! We agree that it was just an accident. But one question I..," his papa Shakila fell silent for a moment. Then he continued, "what promise binds you to each other?"
Hearing the question Dipta immediately turned to Shakila who was still looking down and looked once if he was in fear. His feet did not stop swaying as if holding back a pee. Seeing the situation of Shakila who was in fear, he also tried to answer the question alone.
"We promise to take care of each other until the time comes I will marry her" said Dipta aloud. This time Dipta already appeared his confidence facing his papa Shakila.
"When are you going to marry my son?" ask her papa Shakila curiously. Likewise, his mother, looks very surprised expression on his face.
"Later if I finish college and work," said Dipta steady.
"What if I ask right now! After Shakila graduated from High School?" shakila's papa is serious. Hearing the request, the Creator who had appeared to believe in himself, now he shrunk again. He is still not ready if the marriage happens so soon.
"Sorry Sir. Why should it be so fast? My love for five years, I will return to fulfill my promise," the promise of the Creator with all his confidence.
"Should immediately! Because you have already overstimulated my son! I'm not sure if you're honest and say it was an accident. I am also sure that you have done the same thing several times before. So I'm holding you accountable as soon as possible" Shakila explained.
"But I haven't worked. What would I like to feed Shakila if I haven't earned a fixed income?" ask Dipta who began to dare again express his opinion.
"You don't need a job, I'll give you a business in this house and you'll just have to run my business, how?" bargain his papa Shakila with confidence.
Hearing the offer, Dipta just silently flinching, as her mind flew considering how happy her mother and sisters were to hear she was getting a scholarship. Then how excited he got the opportunity to study for free in a major that he was interested in from High School. If he agrees to Shakila's papal offer, what will be the fate of his students? What is the fate of Keysha who wants to go to college? What about his ideals? What about the feeling of his mother who really wants her son to go to college? How did Mr. Herman and Mr. Mahmud feel about helping him get that scholarship with a lot of struggle?
If he refuses his offer, will he still be with Shakila, the sweet girl of his heart?
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