Brother Zone
Proposal

By nine o'clock, Tiara was ready to return to her boarding house. Dhika also asked Mr. Anto for permission to take Tiara. Dhika drove the motorbike at medium speed because the street atmosphere was quite crowded because it was Sunday night.

Throughout Tiara's journey, Dhika's questions are only answered. Dhika realizes the strangeness of Tiara, although in fact she can guess what makes the chatty girl turn quiet. To be honest, he was also surprised to hear Mr. Anto's statement earlier. Tiara will be betrothed, does that mean she really has no chance to have that girl anymore? In fact, he had just ventured into fighting to get the girl. One thing that made him a little relieved, Tiara did not immediately agree to the match, meaning that he still had a chance.

Dhika turns her bike into a roadside cafe not far from the Tiara hostel, where they used to hang out. Tiara was lazy to argue, so she just obeyed when Dhika told her to come down.

After ordering a glass of cappucino for herself and Tiara's favorite lemon tea-drink-, Dhika pulls Tiara to a seat. He deliberately chose a position in the corner to be more free to chat.

"Be careful, you are more silent than that. You sick?" Dhika reached out, examined Tiara's forehead, but there were no symptoms of the girl having a fever.

"It's okay, really. Just tired of it."

"Well, if we drink first, we'll go home."

Tiara simply nodded then sipped her lemon tea. For a long time the two fell silent, choosing to enjoy each other's drinks.

"Ra, can I ask you something?" Dhika finally opened her voice.

"Ask what?" tiara said without looking at Dhika, busy stirring her drink.

"Who is that?"

"Father of the story, huh?" Tiara asked back.

"No. I accidentally heard you say his name yesterday morning" explained Dhika.

Tiara did not immediately reply, repeatedly he sighed, then went back to sipping his drink, while Dhika waited patiently.

"Your ex, huh?" guess Dhika because Tiara didn't answer.

"Udah ah, lazy to discuss it," replied Tiara reluctantly.

"Try the story in short, Mas want to know," urged Dhika.

"Huf." Tiara sighed harshly before starting her story. "He's Ara's friend High School time. From the first class we are in class, but only friends doang. In the final semester of third grade he realized his feelings. Ara who was still naive about love and actually also likes him, finally accepted him. After graduation, he went to Jakarta, and asked Ara to wait until he graduated from college. But, two years of college in Jakarta he suddenly had no news, the last time he went home brought a girl he knew as his girlfriend. It's over, '" Tiara said.

"You hurt?"

"Little. More stupid, anyway. How could Ara believe the same people like that. Ara hoped that she would be the first and last in Ara's life. Ara has a shadow in the future how, uh it turns out ...." Tiara smiled miris.

"So, now have you moved on?"

"Ara had even forgotten how she looked" Tiara said casually.

"After that, have you ever been in love again?" Dhika stared at Tiara's late-goal, like trying to read the girl's mind.

"Either."

"Oh, huh? The story is also, dong, what the person is," Dhika said. Actually, he doesn't really care who he is. He just wanted to know, what kind of man could make Tiara fall in love. Is the girl's criteria on her?

"Lazy the language, the person is bummer" replied Tiara lightly. It seems Tiara's true nature has returned.

"How's nyebelin?"

"Nyebelin, insensitive, PHP handyman, likes everything and much more, deh," said Tiara.

"Kok, can you like people like that?"

"Well that. Come to think of it, Ara is stupid, right? I'm, ah, I'm like a reporter mulu mulu. Go home, yuk, it's late. Tomorrow morning you have to take you to the station, right?"

Actually, there was still a lot that Dhika wanted to ask about the girl's love story, but Tiara had already gone first after finishing her drink. After paying for his drink, Dhika catches up with Tiara who is already standing in the parking lot.

***

"Sir, haven't slept?" greet Dhika quietly, afraid of surprise.

"Eh, Nak Dhika. You are still not sleepy" he said.

Hesitating Dhika sitting on one of the chairs, a nervous feeling attacked her. It feels better than when the thesis session was in college. All the way home from delivering Tiara earlier he had thought and arranged the words he wanted to say, but now those words seemed to disappear from his head.

"Mom tomorrow so go home?" tanya Dhika opened the conversation.

"God willing to be."

"Why is that in such a hurry, sir?"

"Father ndak can be long, there is a rice field waiting to be worked on," kekeh Pak Anto. "Father came here just want to see Tiara, it feels two days is enough to treat longing," he continued.

"Let me drive ya, sir," Dhika bargained.

"No need, Dhika. Being able to stay here is already quite a hassle. Besides, Nak Dhika also works, right," declined Pak Anto smooth.

"No trouble, really, sir. I'm glad you want to stay here longer. I have friends" said Dhika sincerely. Now Dhika knows, from where Tiara inherited the nature of "unliking to trouble" it.

"Thank you, Dhika boy." Mr. Anto smiled. "Father, I'm sorry, if you've been troublesome here. Tiara must be a lot of trouble for Nak Dhika, right? He used to tell me that Nak Dhika always drove him home. Thank you, for taking care of Tiara as long as she is here," Mr. Anto said in a trembling voice.

"No need to thank you, sir. I'm sincere about it" Dhika said. "And if you don't mind, I want to ask permission from you," said Dhika with her head bowed to stare at the interlocked fingers.

"Izin for?" Pak Anto looked at Dhika after goal.

"If allowed, I want to keep Tiara for the rest of my life, sir," Dhika said without daring to stare at Mr. Anto.

Mr. Anto did not answer, he tried to digest Dhika's speech earlier. Although he already understood the direction of Dhika's conversation, he could not immediately conclude.

"What do you mean by Dhika?" Finally he decided to ask.

"I want to make Tiara my wife, sir," Dhika replied steadily. Finally he dared to look at Mr. Anto. His feeling of anxious hope waiting for Mr. Anto's answer.

"Wait a minute, I think there's something odd between you. Tiara said, you guys have nothing to do, but you said you wanted to make Tiara a wife. Is there something you're hiding from your father?" asked Mr. Anto with a probing look.

"Tiara's right, sir. We have nothing to do with it, but I love Tiara, sir," Dhika explained.

"Tiara to you, how?"

"I don't know either, sir," Dhika replied weakly.

Mr. Anto chuckled, "You are how Nak Dhika, wants to treat people but doesn't know how she feels." Pak Anto bobbing head.

"I don't know, because I haven't dared to ask Tiara directly," Dhika replied shyly.

Without even asking questions, actually, Mr. Anto can guess how his son feels about the young man in front of him. From the way Tiara sounded so happy when she told him about Dhika on the phone, she already felt that her son was harboring a sense, even though Tiara had never admitted it.

"Sir Dhika, you cannot answer your request now, everything goes back to Tiara, the decision is on him. If you really mean it with your intentions, God willing, you allow. You do not want any coercion, you hope you understand and sincerely if God wills otherwise" said Mr. Anto.

Dhika nodded repeatedly. He got strength, his determination is stronger now to get Tiara's heart. At least he is not alone, he has received permission from Mr. Tiara and support from Rena. Rena was right, until whenever she would not know Tiara's feelings for her if she did not move.

"Thank you, sir." Dhika shook Mr. Anto's hand and kissed him. "I may not be able to promise anything, but I will try, sir," said Dhika steady.

"Father believe in you, Nak Dhika." Mr. Anto patted Dhika on the back.

Mr. Anto smiled knot. Looks like his main goal of meeting Tiara didn't go according to plan. It seemed like tomorrow he would have to prepare an excuse to reject his planned matchmaking.

Seriate.