
That afternoon, after school a high school girl was riding her sport bike after stopping by the headquarters of her Genk motorcycle friends. He came home a little late, and it was nothing new to a girl named Beby Amara.
The iron duck that used to be driven by a man is now actually in his wheel, his favorite motorcycle that he named Jordy. Beby continued to ride Jordy until he entered the spacious courtyard of the house, where he lived.
He got off his bike and took off his helmet. Then flicked his long hair that was a little sweaty. Before entering the house, he first approached the security guard of his house who was on guard. "Mang Uus, Beby buy this candy so as not to sleep," he held out a pack of my coffee candy to the middle-aged man.
"Thank you, Non. Repot all the buyin Mang Uus candy," the man looked excited, he received the saying while smiling sumringah.
His employer's children often buy food for him and the household assistants in this house. He is known to be kind, although his behavior is a bit like a man. Alias tomboy's.
The girl just nodded, then said goodbye to enter the house. He held his bag on his left shoulder, while his mouth did not stop to chew gum.
In the tv room near the stairs, he found his father and mother sitting, lazily approaching two middle-aged people who were already staring resentfully at him.
Beby crucified the two hands, then stepped back to go to his room on the second floor.
"Babys!" reprimand Juna on his eldest daughter who is still sitting in the 3rd grade of High School.
He was already waiting for the girl's return, because there was something he would talk about, if it was a little late, it was certain that Beby would go again, to play with his friends.
"Why, Pi? Beby wanted to rest," he replied with a lethargic face, he could already guess, surely Juna would scold him for coming home late.
Though he was already too invulnerable by all the advice of his parents, who always forbade him this and that, something he was very unhappy about. Restrained freedom.
"Beby, Papi and Mami want to talk. A minute!" firm Juna earnestly, a little difficult indeed to arrange this one girl, stubborn girl.
"Darling, come on dong. Mami's son is obedient," Nana coaxed her daughter.
Beby sighed, and he finally obeyed. With a bent face, he sat on the sofa, facing off against his parents.
"What do you want Mami to say?" tanya Beby looked at Nana and Juna alternately.
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva first and looked at his wife. Beside him Nana nodded and stroked Juna's arm.
The two prayed in their hearts, may this indeed be the best decision for Beby's future.
Even Beby instantly rose from his chair. So surprised by the unilateral decision of both parents.
"Bapi and Mami are all right? Beby was still a school, the rich after all, when Siti Nurbaya wore aja pake match-fouled everything. Beby can find a partner by himself!" the girl protested, rejecting the absurd idea.
"Beby, but it's for your own good. Papi believes that the man who will be your husband can educate you to become a better woman. Papi will match you with Shaka" said Juna.
Last night Alva, her former boss, told her everything that she wanted to propose Beby to her son Shaka. Because Shaka does not want to be betrothed except with Beby Amara, the eldest daughter of Juna and Nana.
Alva desperately hopes that Juna will grant her this request, or Shaka will not marry. There are some, but that is the fact.
That night Juna immediately thought hard at Alva's request, he invited Nana to discuss, he already knew Alva and his family, and Shaka, too, even he and Nana already consider Shaka as their son.
Because in the waiting period waiting for the presence of Beby in their household, Shaka was the one who accompanied their days. And in the end after a bad good cradle, Juna and Nana agree to accept Shaka's proposal, to become their daughter-in-law.
Beby's availability issue let it be his business.
While Beby who heard the name Shaka as her future husband, increasingly rounding off his neutrality.
"Well, that Old Bangka?" ceplos Beby couldn't believe it.
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Beby Amara's.
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