"Will you marry me?"

The woman who just wear a casual house dress and abstract hair bun, blink her eyes with full of confusion. Something which just happened in front of her eyes felt like a dream. What kind of proposal wedding that happen in the middle of the market crowded? How was it came? Is it really a serious request?

"Arlova Zemira?"

That woman's head look up, find the beautiful strong black eyes that is now turning very shady. Exactly, typical of adult man. That man show his smirk which looks so irritating in Lova's eyes. Alhough, she can't avoid that the face make her heart tickles.

The woman with a random hair bun shake her head. Rid all thoughts of this tall man in front of her now.

"What?" Lova give him a scary glare with a curtly face.

The man with a sharp nose smile so brightly. Get his face closer to the woman who try to make their distance away.

"Should I repeat my words again?" asked that man with a gentle voice and a naughty looks that make Lova's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Arlova Zemira. I, Alder Reuven, want you to be my wife. So, will you marry me?"

Lova's eyes widen, let her groceries fall and scatter on the street.

It's just a dream! Yeah! It should be just a dream!