Of Roses & Briefcase

Chapter 17

Myra's POV

Razlan was the first man I've ever brought home. Hadn't I known it'd turned out this way. I was pretty much excited for the engagement but at the same time I feel betrayed. Yeah, he suddenly spoke up about marrying me to Ayah and planned things ahead without my acknowledgement nor even discussed this with me first. Didn't I have the rights to know? Alongside of betrayal, there was a bit of uncertainty in me. I, myself have no clue whether he loves me sincerely or he might had freaked out when Ayah started attacking him with questions, knowing Ayah, he's pretty much a straightforward guy and can be uptight sometimes. But despite all that, I couldn't hide the fact that I was happy. Is it possible to feel happy and sad altogether? Heh.

I appreciated everything he had done for my family and I, from companying me back to hometown, being there for me all the way, spent some time with my family even for a short while and from the looks of it, he's totally scoring an A as I watched him bonding with everyone so gracefully like he's a part of us. I even caught myself smiling when I witnessed him helping Mak out with her chickens, running and stumbling after them, trying to catch one for her to cook for lunch. Well, clearly he's not a natural, definitely a 100% city boy.

Quite a famous man himself at home, Nenek always win at stealing him from the spotlight. They sat down at the corner of the living room and talked. I've no idea what they talked about though I tried to join them but she shooed me off. Everything that has happened yesterday and earlier today went by so fast like it didn't really make any sense to me but that's just how it was meant to be. I could never ask for anything better of course.

The view to my eyes was familiar, the road with a little bit of potholes here and there, the tall standing proudly Mango tree on the corner of my house bounds that was fruiting perfectly, ready to be eaten and a house, that's waiting for me to light up the darkness that filled in every inch of it the whole day yesterday.

I'm home.

Razlan drove his blue Volvo over the driveway and parked right in front of my house. He let out a sigh, a mixture of relief and you can say, sad maybe? As he turned his head looking at me with a half smile. I didn't want it to end just yet too..

"So.."

"Yeah.. Umm. Thank you for everything, Razlan. I really appreciate it"

He smiled, showing his straight teeth. How his mouth curved upwards popping out the right side of his dimple to life with his chestnut eyes squinted a little. It was that signature smile again. How am I supposed to live for like 5 days without seeing that? Ahh.

"Don't mention it, Myra. I had a lot of fun with your family. They're all nice people."

"Indeed they are. Sorry about Marissa though, she's a pain in the ass sometimes and can get on anyone's nerves. I hope what she said didn't offend you." I said apologetically while looking down at my fingers, noticing how dry it has been. Better start immersing my hands with lotions I suppose, I can't let my soon to be mother in law sees my hands like this when she's putting the ring on my finger.

"There's no need to apologise okay? I'd do it again if I could. I'm sorry you had to find out about it in this way. It wasn't what I planned actually.. But.." He cleared his throat before continuing. "D-do you want to be married to me? It's not too late for you to back down and I would understand anyway" Running both of his hands through his soft hair awaiting for my reply.

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Razlan's POV

After asking her directly whether she wants to be with me for the rest of her life, she suddenly got out from my car taking her things with her thus shutting the car door behind slowly and started pacing towards the house gate. By that, I knew her answer was 'No'. Only Allah knows how crushed I was that time, sad wasn't even the perfect word to describe how I was feeling. I had imagined my life far ahead with her as my wife.