
Mr. Haga showed an annoyed face on his seat. He could not go home because of the coercion of Mr. Ara. But he still tries to be polite, especially when you invite him to eat.
Because the chair is limited, the father held a carpet on the floor assisted by Tristan.
Mr. Haga and Antoni noticed. Actually Antoni also wanted to help, but he was afraid that Mr. Haga would disagree. So he just watched his father closely.
Then he told his mother to take out all the food that had been cooked just now. The food that was warm was brought out. In such a way on the carpet.
"It may be a bit awkward to sit there, but I hope it does not diminish my courtesy to welcome you in this house. Come, Sir. We ate together there." Dad immediately invited his guests to enjoy the food that had been cooked suddenly.
"Come, Cake." Tristan took his grandfather. Mr. Haga was reluctant at first, but he apparently tried to be polite by still following the host's invitation. Antoni did not approach because there was no order from him. "Sit Antoni. Join us downstairs," asks Tristan.
"I?" Antoni wasn't sure Mr. Haga agreed. But he doesn't seem to care whether Antoni comes along or not. Tristan nods to give Antoni approval to come eat together. He was glad that he finally had a call to eat. Because he was also tempted by the still warm village cuisine.
Mr. Haga turned his head quickly towards Antoni. He feels Dejavu. At that time Ara cooked for him in Tristan's apartment. Where he did not invite Antoni to eat, but Tristan who took the initiative did.
He was sure the cooking in front of him was delicious. Because at that time he had already tasted Ara's cooking that fit on his tongue. Now he believes the cooking in front is his taste. The fragrant aroma of catfish seasoning in the fry is still felt in their olfactory senses.
"Let's eat a lot, sir. This cuisine is the most delicious cuisine because my wife is cooking," said the father proud his wife.
"Yes. Mother's cooking is delicious." Tristan agrees. Antoni nodded along and gave the vote to agree with mother. Mr. Haga was silent. He said nothing because his mouth was full. Ara smiled towards Tristan. That means he likes her.
Laughter and conversation continue to be heard in between these meals. Mr. Haga, who was frozen at first, began to melt and followed Mr. Ara's jokes. The atmosphere warmed up.
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"Why did we leave them? Isn't the matter not over, sir?" asked Ara who was surprised that she was away from home. Tristan led him out of there. Take him for a walk until he gets in front of the rice field area.
"No problem, Ara."
"The grandfather was angry that this Father left his job and slid into this village to meet me."
"That's no problem" Tristan replied casually.
"Mother forgot how mad grandfather was? He's very angry, sir." Ara could not believe Tristan was responding to him casually.
"I told you it's okay. Calm down." Tristan rubbed the girl's arm gently to calm down. "I want to say something," Tristan said staring at this girl seriously. "I'm seriously trying to marry you."
It's a proposal! Ara's earlobes flushed hearing him. His eyes panicked.
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