I sit next to her as she eats her noodle. "Hey," I hummed, "you can't eat this!" I'm smiling, it's a Sedaap noodle cup, and she found it in my basement. "Why do you hide this from me!?" I sighed, "I'm not hiding it," honestly, it's a snack for me if I'm getting hungry at midnight. "It's special curry flavor will become tastier when you cook it with real curry soup." Yeah, whatever! The point is I can't eat it anymore.
"You want it?" I nodded, "in your dream!" Gladly you are my princess! "Hey," I hummed, "I'm looking at your Discord. I saw new bots?" I nodded. "I want to observe something," Rose hummed. "You want to make another one?" I shook my head, "I wanted that noodle so bad," she looked at me. "You hungry?" I nodded, "I'm hungry." Rose smiles.
"Wait here!" I sighed in relief. Thank God! I'm looking at this mess. I can drink Sprite, Coca-Cola, or another drink but in her watch. In. Her. Watch. She's protective because she wants me to live, so okay.
"Here's your meal," I'm smiling because she cooked nuggets and mashed potato, "and I hope you did not forget after this," I shook my head. "I'm not," I dip the nugget into ketchup and eat it. It's leftovers. She heats it. "So..." I looked at her. "You said we will discussing our wedding invitation design?" I nodded, "we doing it while we ate," I'm turning on my MacBook, and I'm clearing my throat, "I forgot to tell you, we ran out of olive oil," I nodded. "Okay," I sighed.
"Sasha..." I heard someone knocking on my door, "can you..." Rose shook her head, "don't," I nodded. "Okay," I'm clicking on my browser, "what do you want for our wedding theme?" She looks at me, "I want it vintage, simple, and elegance," I nodded. "But not too vintage," I'm looking at her, "what?" I shook my head, "sorry, I just..." I rub my face.
"What's wrong?" I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm never talking like that before. About what we discuss," she hums. I'm typing Pinterest website address on the search bar, "what are you doing!?" I'm looking at Rose, "I'm... designing," she looks at me confusedly, "I need inspirations. A lot of designers did this, Rose. When you want to design something, we should look at the others for inspiration." She hums.
"Or you want to directly to designing for you?" She rubs her chin, "yes, please!" I opened my CorelDRAW software, and I took a deep sighed. "You alright?" I nodded, "I'm alright," I nodded. "I'm nervous," she chuckles and holds my hand. "We do it together, okay?" I nodded. "So, you have designed from your head?" I looked at her.
"I want to make it like it was a ticket," she hummed, "you want to invite who else?" She looked at me, "your families, mine, our friends," I nodded. "I should counting my family first," I stood up and picked my phone. "I wonder, how many family members do you have? I mean from each side?" I'm scratching my hair.
"My dad's side has much. Maybe 12-14 members, and not including my nephew, and from my mom's side, it could be an empire," she stunned. "That's why are you saving?" I nodded. "Just in case, my money is not enough to feed them all," she hums. "So, what do you think?" She sighed.
"But you should promise me something, okay?" I nodded, "I promise to introduce you to all my family members," she smiled and kissed me. "What about you?" She rubs her chin, "I want to invite my mom and my uncle. He has a wife, but they haven't a child yet." I nodded. "How about your grandparents?" She humming, "I haven't visited them yet, but my mom said they were fine," I nodded. "Let's meet my father!" I'm looking at her, "are you sure?" She hums as she nods.
"It's been a while since I was in college to not visiting him," I nodded. "I want you to meet my brother too, but he was not buried here." She looks at me, "your brother?" I nodded. "I had a brother. He died when he was stills a newborn baby because..." she rubs my back. "It's because my mom likes to drinking energy drinks." She nods. "If he was alive, my mom told me that I would be more clingy to him than ever," I chuckle. "You alright?" I nodded.
"I'm not visiting his grave since I was in high school. It's been a while," I wipe my tears, "It's rare to see Hyde crying," I'm smiling. "You want to meet him?" She nods, "I want," I hummed. "Let's get back to our wedding invitations," we're looking at each other's eyes, "it's about our dead family, and don't be sad. We here to catch you," she nods. "I miss my dad," I wipe her tears with my thumb.
I hugged her, "you want to meet him now?" She hums, "I want," I'm looking at her, "okay, let's go!" I help her to stands up, "it's afternoon," I'm smiling, "Is that okay?" I sighed. "I won't make you wait," she nods, "come on, I wanted to know your dad," she nods as she hugs my arm.
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I'm standing in front of her dad's graveyard, "Hey, dad. How are you?" I'm looking at her, "she is Lobak. She is my fiance," I nodded, "nice to see you, and I wanted to say thank you for your service." I kneel next to her and rub her back. "I want to marry your daughter. I love her. I will not promise you anything, but I can promise to protect your daughter, I've already met her mom, and she was giving her blessings to me." I'm holding her hand tightly.
"I hope you can walk her to the isle, but the one is who will, is your brother." She looks at me, "what do you mean by my uncle!?" I sighed. "As a symbolic, right?" She nods. "As a symbolic," I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "We are here to..." I kissed her forehead, "let me talked," I hugged her hip.
"We want to marry at the end of this month. I want to ask for your blessing. No matter what, I want to protect your daughter," I took a deep breath. There was a myth that dead people hear you're talking. "Your motorcycle not broken, sir. I will take care of your motorcycle. We came here using your motorcycle to meet you." I sighed.
"Your daughter misses you. That's why we came here," she nods, "mom too, she misses you so much," I rub her back, "you've done?" She nods, "I hope you can bless us," I kiss her forehead and rubs her arm. "You want to eat fish and chips?" She nods.
"Let's go!" We walked to the parking lot, be careful with your step. If you take a wrong step, you will be cursed by the dead, "be careful," I hold her hand, "watch your steps," she took a glance at me. "I want to go home," I nodded. "Okay, we order food, then" I rub her arm.
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Definition about Paris in the Rain for me is having a good time with your lads. In other words, not have sex is a good time. Honestly, it's the wrong definition! It's for lust definition. You know the good time to have sex is when your girlfriend or femme wants it. "Are you okay?" She shook her head, "I'm afraid," I looked at her.
"I'm afraid you will die," I sighed. "I'm afraid too," Rose looks at me, "you know, I'm trying to protect you without getting injured, Rose. I mean..." I rub her cheek. "I want to live more longer with you," she looks at me. "I don't need Venice, Budapest, London, or Geneva anymore. All I need is you by my side." She looks at me, "you..." I nodded.
"I love you, and I found a reason to live." She looks at me, "I hope to die, yeah. Every single day, Rose. I hope to die, but you came." She hugs me tight, "it's hurt me when I see you have a wound," I hold her hand tight. "You want midnight driving?" She looks at me, "with our new car? Calm midnight driving?" She looked at me, "sure, we should buy some groceries too," I nodded.
"Mean by groceries are foods, right?" She laughed and rubbed my hand, "yeah," I nodded. "Hey," She looks at me, "I want to kidnap you, is that okay?" She looks at me. "Piggyback me, my kidnapper," I piggyback her.
TBC