WORRIED

Fahira was unable to withstand the beating in her heart. Finally, he did not dare to ask anything more at Yoga. Fahira is afraid, he is afraid if he only gets false hope. After all, he once failed in the household. Yoga is still a bachelor. What family Yoga would say if he and Yoga were together. Moreover, Fahira does not have high education. Fahira felt very inferior.

Yoga glanced at Fahira, he knew that Fahira was currently confused and restless. Maybe he was too quick to say that to Fatima. But, he could not lie to himself, if he had loved Fahira for a long time.

As always, Yoga always opens the door for Fahira. This time, too. Yoga opened the car door and after Fahira got off he turned to the back door, then carried Kamania.

"Why do you always bother like this, Ga?"

"I don't feel bothered. Come on, let's go in. I have something to say."

Fahira gawked '' this is my house, why did he invite in,' Fahira thought. However, he also obeyed the footsteps of Yoga. "Unlock it, Fahira."

Fahira a little bit of excitement immediately opened her bag looking for the keys to his house. Oh, my god, what's more, they're like a married couple just getting home. The father carried the child, and the mother opened the door. I should have brought him in, why would he have arranged for me. Fahira chuckled.

"Why?"ask Yoga. Fahira shook her head quickly and opened the door. Without prompting, Yoga directly enters and goes to Kamania's room. It so happened that the little girl did fall asleep, Yoga immediately lay on her bed.

For a moment, Yoga noticed the decoration of Kamania's frozen room, then smiled to himself. He immediately went out and closed the room door and sat on the sofa without waiting for Welcome.

"I'm not drinking, Fahira? Oh, but I'm not a guest, am I? I'll take it myself. You sit here first."

Fahira is getting awry. She scratched his head that didn't itch. Well, why is it like this? Why did he set me up in my own house? Yoga has been like this since BC. Kind of annoying. Fahira plucked her lips.

"What do you want to talk about?" asked Fahira trying to stay calm.

"Fahira, now what are you thinking? About what I said in the car?"

Fahira let out a long breath. He did not dare to look at Yoga. Fahira lowered her head while playing with her fingers. Just like a child who is angry with his mother.

"Look at me, Fahira."

Fahira raised her face. He saw that Yoga was looking at him with seriousness.

"We are talking seriously, Fahira. I've liked you since high school, which is why I used to fuck you a lot. All because I want to get your attention, Fahira."

Fahira was silent, yes he remembered that Yoga was a prankster and ignorant. But, only to Fahira, he rarely acts prankster to other friends.

"At first, I thought it was monkey love. But, when I was in college, I was never interested in any girl. I got bullied by a guy because I never made friends with women who expressed love to me. I don't know why Fahira. Until I finally finished college and went on to S2, I still did not find a woman who could thrill my heart. Finally, I focused on work. Sometimes I feel sad to see friends who are married, have children, I'm still alone. Until I finally met you again."

Yoga sighed deeply, he felt relieved to have revealed everything to Fahira.

"I don't know what to say. But, I'm not comparable to you. You're a specialist. As for me, only graduated from high school. Moreover, I am a widow. What did your brother and father say? What your colleagues say later. In the past, I was married to Gilang, he was always ashamed of me. Every time there was a show, he never asked me out of shame with my appearance, shame with my education."Fahira began to sob sadly.

"Appearance " I see you look fashionable, Fahira."

"Yes, recently. Mrs. Endang, Gilang's mother suggested to me, that I change my appearance a little. And, I realize, I used to be too ignorant of my appearance. But, what about education? As good as I look, I still only graduated from junior high school. I'm not worthy. "

Yoga smiled, he approached and carried Fahira in his arms. "You can go to college again " I'll help you. I remember, you used to want to have a boutique, didn't you? You can go to a fashion school. All of that can be achieved, Fahira. I'll help everyone. Marry me. Let's start a new page."

"What about your family?"

"My sister has known you since high school. So did my father. And I'm sure they won't mind. Even they will support you."

"How can you be so sure?"

Yoga smiles foolishly while scratching his head. This time it looks wrong.

"You're messing with me, aren't you?"Fahira said while staring at yoga sharply. Hastily yoga shook his head.

"For God's sake, I'm not playing you. It's just that I told my father and brother that I had found a future wife, and I had told them all about you. Including your status. And, they agreed. So, when do you want to come to Yogya with me to meet future brother-in-law and future father-in-law?"

Fahira's tears instantly dripped. He felt moved.

"Are you sure I can go to college again?"

"Of course, Fahira. I've even contacted my friend to help with the whole process."

Fahira smiled, in her heart, she was so grateful. During this time, he always prayed that God would bring him together with the best mate. Who supports him and can accept him as he is. Perhaps this is the answer to his prayer all this time.

"Eh, but wait a minute, why are you so sure, that I will accept you and be willing to be your wife?"