
"This is a proposal?" asked Ara while raising her chin.
"No. It's too simple. It's just a code for you that I'll actually marry you without your grandfather's blessing, '" Tristan said.
"Ehem!!!" a loud sounding from behind them. Apparently ... Grandfather and father Ara followed the streets as well. They were standing right behind them. Ara widened her eyes in surprise.
"Grandpa's here?" ask Tristan flat.
"Why? Grandfather can do it" said the arrogant grandfather. "So you're going to marry her without your grandfather's blessing?" ask Mr. Haga seriously. Ara looked down at hearing that. Tristan grabbed Ara's shoulder and brought it closer to her body.
"Of course, if grandfather still insists on refusing to accept Ara as my wife" Tristan said much more firmly. The one who doesn't understand a little confusion.
"wait. What's the matter, actually?"From the beginning he did not understand the relationship between Ara and Tristan. Also the intention is the arrival of Mr. Haga who wants to pick up Tristan and refuse the wedding.
Grandpa looked at his father, then at his grandson. Tristan glanced towards Ara who was thinning her lips. He was afraid that Ara was upset because he saw his father was confused.
"Explain to your father what is this? Be married? Not approve? Who really wants to get married?" ask him plainly. Mom didn't seem to tell me anything.
"Look, Mr ..."
"You are the only one who tells the story. Come, story. What happened to the discussion?" Father cut Ara's sentence and highlighted her daughter. Ara gulped.
"That's sir ... Me and my daughter ..."
"They are lovers" said Tristan's grandfather. I turned to Mr. Haga and widened my eyes. Then looking at his daughter also widened his eyes.
"Really, Sir. I intend to marry your daughter." Tristan began to continue with his cut sentence earlier. Ara did not open her mouth. Apparently there was Antoni who walked a bit far behind them. The man stopped his steps when he saw the two old men find Ara and Tristan on the outskirts of the rice field.
"That doesn't make Ara an ordinary woman in my eyes. He's still special" Tristan said, putting Ara to shame. Not moved by his words, but because it sounded combative. Even in front of my dad.
Mr. Haga thinned his lips.
"So you as his family don't agree, do you?" ask Mr. Haga. Grandpa did not answer. "Ara is indeed the son of the poor, but if rejected as such. What is my child's lack, sir?" I asked him if he wanted to argue with Grandpa.
Ara glancing. He immediately approached the father.
"Sir, don't make trouble" whispered Ara ventured. Tristan gasped in amazement at Mr. Ara's bravery.
"Leave it. After all, you do not have any shortcomings other than not rich," explained the father made Ara anxious. Tristan looked at grandfather. He wanted him to answer Mr. Ara's question. Tristan challenged grandfather blatantly.
Ouch. Why is this so? I think Tristan's return will dampen Mr. Haga's tension, but it still leaves him with a deal to deal with the father.
"Don't listen to my father, sir. He only prides his own son without meaning anything. Who else can be proud of me other than my own parents. Forgive my father, sir." Ara bent.
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