
"Yesterday night, actually-I've met with Om Fatih, uh, Father. I've expressed my intention to propose to you" said Henry.
Fira looked at Henry's face. The man who was three years younger than him was officially gave certainty and kept his promise, namely by proposing to Fira through Fatih. From behind the clear glasses, Fira's pair of eyes couldn't hide the taste of haru.
"Want to?" lirih Fira's. Her cheeks started out like red tomatoes.
"Maghfira Annisa, will you marry me?" henry said with determination.
Henry's expression just made people around so amazed. Fira looked back, right into the photo studio. Didn't expect to see people around since just now watching him with Henry. Fira is getting misbehaved and embarrassed. The man who had been loved in prayer managed to tear down the doubts of Fira's heart.
"Thank you, Miss Fira!"
"Oh, my God, bad boy, feel like watching this real Korean drama!"
"MasyaAllah, Miss Fira was lucky to be proposed to Oppa Korea."
"I'm happy to see the romance of Bu Fira and her future husband."
"Bu Fira, what are you waiting for? We are here to support and can't wait to hear the answers that make stubborn."
That's some of their enthusiastic remarks as well as carried away feelings with the moment Fira was proposed by Henry. After looking at them, Fira slowly looked at Henry with a sweet smile. Between the goosebumps and thumping felt by Fira.
"Are you still traumatized? Or doubt me?" ask Henry.
Fira shook her head as she said, "i've made peace with myself and have no doubts about you. Merely, I was shocked that you suddenly came directly to propose to me."
"Isn't this the moment you've been waiting for? So what's the answer?" Henry somewhat approached the face of Fira who was being misbehaved.
Fira said, "oh yeah, before I answer, I'll ask."
"Ask what?" henry asked curiously.
Fira turned around asking, "did Zayn and Zema already know this?"
"I came to school to attend my father's day. After the show, I talked to Zayn and Zema. They said, Mama can answer. If the children are happy with our marriage," replied Henry straightforwardly.
Fira was misbehaving and smiled shyly. "Thank God, then."
"So, how?" Henry could not wait to hear the answer from his lady.
Fira cengengesan while scratching the nape covered with a veil. "Emm, how, huh? Can't do it."
"Why can't you? Which is really?" Henry seemed desperate when seen from the look on his face.
"Can't refuse you. I mean willing to marry you, Henry Lee."
"Thank God, I'm married to Fira!" henry shouted in excitement and then bowed in gratitude on the plots.
"Alhamdulillah!" They cheered happily, happy to hear the sweetest answer from Fira to accept Henry's proposal.
The clear glasses Fira wore condensed until her eyes shed tears. So moved and happy to be proposed by a man who became the answer to the Istikharah Fira for many years.
No need for prayers and istikharah that Fira has done for many years. This is the fruit of patience Fira waited for Henry for five years. Although everywhere there are other men who want to ask her, but Fira's love is already imprinted for Henry.
Henry moved from the bow of gratitude. His two narrow eyes were also covered in tears. How happy Henry was because his proposal was accepted by Fira, the woman he had longed for. The woman who is always called by her name in prayer and who is engraved in the written feelings of Henry.
So happy, Henry almost hugged Fira. Fira avoided Henry. Fira then signals the head bobbles to Henry not to hug him, because the two lovebirds are not officially halal as husband and wife.
"Don't touch me before I'm ready!" reproof Fira.
"Sorry, almost khilaf, hehehe. Thank you for waiting for me for five years," said Henry so misbehaved.
Fira turned her face while looking at the blue sky. "I can wait for you because ..."
"I believe because I love" Henry interrupted.
"Bu Fira and Oppa Henry, because it has fixed the proposal, we should celebrate this by eating tofu flowers. But there is a merchant" suggested Lefia with a loud voice.
"Fuckin' thick!" exclaim them.
"Call me Mr. Henry. I am also a Javanese, Indonesian. Okay, I'll treat the flower tofu for you guys," Henry said.
"Gaziness!" shout them again.
***
As a form of thanksgiving for the acceptance of Henry's proposal from Fira, he treated the food of tofu to Lefia and the people involved in the photo studio. They sit casually on the sidewalk while enjoying the flower of tofu with bowls for individuals. While Fira sat on the chair that the flower trader had provided to know.
Although the flower trader knows it carries a motorcycle, but always provides seating for customers, even though only three benches can be stacked. It's a lucky day for the flower trader who is no longer young. His energy is still fit and healthy while selling tofu flowers. Henry chatted with the tofu flower merchant. Mutual encouragement and motivation in business affairs.
After Henry gets a bowl of tofu, and then sits on the chair right next to Fira. Two people who are in the middle of the kasmaran it is certain that their hearts flowered, even from the look of the face like still shy to look at each other.
"I've been deliberation with Father. God willing, if you accept my proposal, my marriage with you is accelerated" Henry said.
"How many days is our wedding?" ask Fira.
"God willing, our marriage is thirty-one days away" replied Henry.
"This is June sixteen. So, we're getting married on July seventeen?"
"Yes, really! Actually have set the date of marriage with my father and parents. I'm overconfident, yes, if you'll accept me, hehehe."
"Indeed! You're overconfident, hehehe."
"Yes already, yuk, eating flowers. If it's not eaten, it withers, hahaha. But my feelings for you won't wither" Henry licked.
"That's it, Hen, hahaha," said Fira chuckling.
Henry, Fira and a few others enjoyed the tofu blossoms in each bowl. Delicious, chewy and legit to eat. Today is not only the sweetest answer from Fira, but also the sweet tofu flower. Eat with people who are familiar. Moments like this will be meaningful history.
On the sidelines of eating the tofu flower, Henry and Fira looked at each other simultaneously. This time the gaze of the two was fixed, Henry focused on Fira's different-looking left eye. While Fira instead focused on the thin beards growing on Henry's chin.
"Your eyes" said Henry.
"For you" said Fira.
"Eh, I mean, has your left eye improved?" said Henry.
"Oh, alhamdulilah, it has long improved. But, if outdoors gini should wear glasses, because my left eye is prone to dust. Yes, my left eye can donor that eye, but for a long time the vision became blurry. Now I don't wear eye lenses, so blurry next door, hehehe," explained Fira despite being so unconfident.
"Although your left eye's vision isn't perfect, it doesn't change how I feel about you. I'm still accepting you" Henry said.
"Thank you, Henry. Oh yeah, now you have the berewok, yeah. I remember my own words, but in the past at Hotel Surabaya, I watched your ad that again shaved with the same mustache. I just let it slip, your smooth white face can indeed grow cuddly like a mustache? Uh, answered the same Naomi-said him, Henry can have a moustache and berewok dong. Who knows, when Naomi told me to look you in the face?" babbling Fira.
"Yes, look at my face close, hahaha."
"Don't, danger!"
Henry thought, "Fira is still the same as before, chatty and cheerful. I love you more, Fira. You're coloring my life."
Seeing Henry's closeness to Fira yanasyik in the chat, making people around can only swallow each other's saliva. They are still single. Their position in the midst of the proximity of Henry and Fira is like a mosquito repellent. How sweet Henry's chat with Fira was. Sweeter than the tofu they eat.
"Ngenes, yes, guys," Lefia was so slow to chew the tofu.
"Heeh, Sister Lef. Mr. Henry and Mr. Fira are very romantic, even though they are eating tofu," said Dilla while throbbing.
Others said, "we're just spectators of their sweet moments."
Feeling noticed by the surroundings, Henry and Fira became ashamed of themselves. The two people were too busy talking to forget about the surrounding. Henry and Fira continued to eat tofu flowers. It turns out that the sentence of the world seems to belong to both for lovers who are drunk with romance. Others are like the wind passing by or as if they are contracting in the world alone.