CHAPTER 6

Raffa was surprised to hear Amel's loud voice. He suddenly smiled at the thought of her becoming his wife. Just about to call again, the secretary informed him of the sudden schedule.
The man hurried away because he was going to meet a client.

"Why tell you suddenly anyway!" growled Raffa loosening his tie as the four-wheeled vehicle was driving.

"Sorry, sir, I forgot," replied the secretary, making Raffa snort.

"Faster, I also have an important event tonight," Raffa ordered with a nod from the secretary.

"Next time don't be negligent, you can!" growled Raffa still pouring out his annoyance.

"I'm sorry, sir. My child is sick, so I'm not focused enough," said the secretary, making Raffa exhale and massage his forehead.

"Anyway, take the car, don't think too much!" Raffa exclaimed, and then the man closed his eyes due to fatigue in his company.

Raffa was really busy, the man didn't even realize that the clock was now pointing to seven at night. Kala remembered something that he should now be with Wulan to propose to Amel. Hurrying to say goodbye and asking the secretary to drive the car faster.

"Ouch, traffic jam, sir," the secretary reported in frustration, especially since his cell phone was dead.

"Shit! All traffic jams again," Raffa screeched irritably, he finally glanced at his watch and rounded his eyes.

"You just take my car to your house, in the morning you have to pick me up. Now I'm out looking for a motorcycle taxi, it's really late," said Raffa before the secretary replied that the man had left and started looking for a motorcycle taxi.

"Uh, please just pick me up! it's really late," said Raffa when he saw an ojek about to leave to deliver his customer.

"You, what the hell is this? Don't see me carrying a lot of groceries. You, even breaking through just asking you to be delivered first, don't you feel sorry for me," scolded the passenger who was still on the motorbike.

"Ouch, you, better take a taxi. Help me, I'm already late, I want to propose to my girlfriend. Please, understand my situation," pleaded Raffa and then took a few bills and gave them to the woman.

"Wow ... Are you really sincere in giving me this much money? You even want to take a motorcycle taxi instead of a taxi," said the woman who made Raffa furious.

"Seriously, I'm sincere. I have a car, why take a taxi at all? Because of the traffic jam, it's better to take a motorcycle taxi, as well as let him find a shortcut, if you use a car it's difficult, "explained Raffa then the woman nodded her head, she got off the motorbike and Raffa helped unload the woman's belongings.

"Well then thank you, the money," said the woman then hurried to carry the groceries and started looking for a taxi.

Meanwhile, Raffa immediately got on the motorcycle. He asked the motorcycle taxi driver to find a shortcut to the residence when he mentioned the address. The man nodded in understanding because every day he always delivered most passengers to the area.

"Sir, this is the right way, right?" asked Raffa, to which the motorcycle taxi driver replied with a nod, the man occasionally glancing at the clock.

***

"Have you called your brother yet?" said Wulan in a worried tone, causing Shilla to become agitated.

"Already, Mom. I think my brother's cell phone has run out of battery," Shilla said, dropping her butt.

"Mom, why do you want to propose so impromptu, you don't know what you're doing," grumbled Shilla, who was now massaging her forehead, which was suddenly dizzy when she heard that her mother really wanted to propose to Amel.

CHAPTER 7

"It's different, round tofu is delicious even though it's impromptu. If this proposal is not good if it's late, it's already late again," complained Wulan, the woman also trying to call her son. 

"This mom is joking! We're in trouble again!
too," Shilla scolded Wulan. 

"Who's kidding, La! If you want comedy, go to the Opera Van Java," Wulan replied.

"Why do you have a cell phone if you don't even pick up the phone," Wulan grumbled again, making Shilla shake her head, she had said that it was like her sister's cell phone had run out of battery. 

"What the hell is this mom, it's been a long time since the event. What are you talking about anyway, we are in an emergency, you know," said Shilla, finally the two women even argued.

Meanwhile, at Amel's house, the girl was already smiling happily because the one who wanted to propose had not yet arrived. Even the mother is now anxiously awaiting the arrival of Raffa's family, even though their house is only a few steps away. Meanwhile, Bagas, Amel's brother is already here. The man took the time to come to his sister's event. 

"Mom, just calm down, don't be nervous. Try sitting on the sofa, maybe Raffa is on the road, his office is busy," said Bagas, pulling the arm of the woman who gave birth to him and telling her to sit in a chair. 

"But it's been too long, Gas. Everyone has also been waiting for this," said the mother, making Amel who saw it become sad. 

"Already, mom. You're right, Brother Bagas, maybe there's a traffic jam on the road, maybe the widower uncle is trying to get back to his house as soon as possible," Amel said, finally approaching her mother and grasping the fingers of the woman who gave birth to her. 

"I hope he comes soon," the words escaped Sekar's lips.

The clock ticked down to eight in the evening. The sound of roaring motorcycles made several people, even Wulan and Shilla, come out to look at the yard. A relieved smile appeared when they saw Raffa, who ran over after paying the motorcycle taxi fare.

"Sir! This is most of the money," said the motorcycle taxi driver, making Raffa turn his head. 

"That's just for you, a little sustenance for your family. Because you've tried to get me home as soon as possible," Raffa replied then the man stepped immediately sat on the chair when he arrived, Wulan immediately approached her son. 

"Alhamdulillah, thank you, sir! Hopefully, the event will run smoothly even until the wedding day," said the ojek driver then put the money in his wallet and hurried to go home. 

"How come you went home by motorcycle taxi, Raf, where is your car?" asked the mother, making Raffa turn his head and then grab his brother's drink and gulp it down. 

"Ihh ... Brother! What the hell, just grabbing, what are you a pickpocket," Shilla burst out in an annoyed tone, Raffa just glanced at his sister lazily. 

"Already, let's go straight to Amel's house. It's already too late, everything is ready, right?" said Raffa while throwing a question to his mother. 

"It's all done, Raf. Offerings are also in order, let's all help carry everything," said Wulan then excused herself first to take the bag. 

"Don't you take a shower first? You're sweating, it's messy again, at least change your clothes if you don't have time to shower," said the younger brother looking at his usually neat brother. 

"There's no time, La," Raffa replied then the man looked in the mirror and began to tidy up his clothes and hair a little.