Chapter 2 Who Are You

The sound of laughter from Sheryl and I broke the atmosphere of the youths that Mother pointed out earlier. They started to look at us walking around while being accompanied by laughter immediately after each conversation.

One of them looked at me with a big smile on his face. It was as if I was a prey who was ready at any time to be pounced on by him .

My eyes suddenly turned to him. But I ignored it by immediately asking Sheryl to move places. The young man noticed that my gaze had shifted to him. "I'm going away for a while," said the tall young man to one of his friends. Then he went after me sneakily.

I still invite my best friend to keep walking and looking for the right place to chat again. Sheryl looks surprised by my attitude, she stops her steps. " What's wrong, Rummy? What happened to you?" he asked with furrowed brows.

I looked at Sheryl worriedly, "That young man... I accidentally saw him. We stared at each other for a moment. And that makes me nervous," my head lowered slightly.

"Why should you be nervous? What's there to worry about? Isn't that what your mother wanted? So that you quickly have a candidate?" Sheryl continued to ask without pause.

"It is not like that. I dont know him. In fact, the only other people here I know are you and Kayra. I don't know them all. I don't want to marry a stranger, let alone someone I just met today." I furrowed my brows, a sign that I was worried and upset.

Sheryl looked thoughtful. For a moment he averted his gaze with a serious glance behind me.

"How about you two get to know each other before getting married? I mean... ask your parents to get to know your future better. Don't be in a hurry to get married. How, you understand right?"

"I understand clearly," I let out a short breath, "then what now?"

"T anya only to the young man immediately!" Sheryl's head was slightly forward and looked up to look behind me. He seemed to be showing something behind.

I followed his gaze, and when I turned around, I saw a young man smiling shyly walking slowly towards me.

I glared, a sign of not believing what I saw. Then turned back to face Sheryl. My best friend's face showed joy and excitement. "He's so handsome," he whispered next to me with a big smile.

I furrowed my brows, "you know he's in the back?" I asked in a pressing tone.

Sheryl nodded indulgently, "Yes. He also hears all our conversations."

"You should have told me , so I did n't keep talking about that young man," I annoyed at Sheryl who was still smiling happily.

"That's enough. Besides, he looks good, and handsome too...." he whispered back like that.

"That's not what I mean. But..." I haven't finished whining annoyed at Sheryl, the young man's deep voice has stopped my whining.

"Hi," he said softly, his voice deep and slightly hoarse. He was standing right behind me.

"Hello," Sheryl said as soon as she saw me who was silent for a moment.

The young man behind me smiled at my best friend. Then he looked back at me, "Happy birthday, Miss Rumi." Say it with sincerity.

I was surprised to hear his soft voice . My gaze is fixed on Sheryl. My best friend just nodded his head , his smile getting wider. Then he opened his mouth and said, "Excuse me, okay? I'll be back later." Immediately he turned away leaving me alone with the young man I had just seen.

I can't stop it or just call for Sheryl to come back to me . My voice doesn't come out. It felt like something was holding in his throat.

"Sorry," whispered the young man who was still standing behind me.

Finally I turned to face him. Moments earlier my chest hurt from sudden irregular breathing.

He is about 180 centimeters tall. Just to look into his eyes I had to look up as if I saw a cloud in the sky.

"Why apologize?" I immediately asked.

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend."

I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head.

" My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?" My eyes widen at that, "and I've made your friend's voice inaudible ... by magic," he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

I was surprised to feel his touch on the cheek. I looked at Peter's face full of emotion, my eyebrows furrowed in anger, "you don't have to. I don't need your magic. And I don't need you either." I say firmly and with full emphasis at the end of each word .

Peter was surprised at my words. He looked down in shame as soon as he removed his hand from my face. "Forgive me. I just want to get to know you better. Because I thought, you wouldn't be able to get closer to me if there was that girl friend of yours."

"You are wrong! Precisely because of him, I can face you now. Didn't you hear what I was talking about you earlier?'

Peter nodded slowly, "I know. But my curiosity for you is greater than anything else," he lifted his head and began to see a sad look on his face .

"Why are you curious about me?" I asked quietly. P erasaan guilty to attack now.

"I do not know. It's just, I've been watching you since Royce's twentieth birthday. You're so interesting to me," Peter explained with furrowed brows. Sadness was still clearly visible on his face.

"You like me?" I said immediately without thinking about what I just said.

Peter glared "what?!" He snorted back, "You're right! I really like you."

Peter's statement made my stupid question look more honest. "You're not joking are you?" I asked him reassuringly.

"Of course! Why am I joking about this?" Peter's frown disappeared, turning into a warm smile on his lips. His face was calm and relaxed.

I shook my head, not p believers are by what I had just heard.

"Peter, you know that I have to have a husband-to-be on my birthday, right?"

"Of course I know. And here is your candidate, standing valiantly before you."

"You really want to marry me? Without really knowing, my true attitude and nature?"

"I don't care what your attitude or character is. Bad or good, I will always be there for you. Together with you wherever you go." Peter's answer was sure and steady. Like there's no way for me to reject it.

I sighed, "You won Peter. You won!"

Peter smiled happily at my words, "So it's okay, if your future husband is a wizard?"

"Descent you mean?" I tried to rectify it so that there was no misunderstanding between me and him .

His head nodded slowly. His warm smile faded my next question , and I could only agree with Peter's statement.

Yes! It didn't matter if it was a mage or whatever. Mother will be happy, knowing I already have a candidate like her wish. I thought then.

"But ... don't ever use your magic on me again. Got it, right? I asked softly with a sweet smile.

Peter nodded his head again, "I won't. Forever, I promise. Whatever happens. "

"I keep your promise."

"Sure, miss."

Suddenly, while Peter and I were still talking about our new relationship, a young man in strange clothes came to disrupt my birthday celebration and made the guests uncomfortable . Brand without a knowing it, he has made half of the invitees, did not move ses uai with what they want.

"Rumi, come back!" I heard my father calling me from the middle of the room. Peter and I could see it, he looked worried. Then we exchanged glances, then walked briskly toward Dad.

"What's the matter, dad?" I asked quietly while looking at the young man in strange clothes who was trying to talk to Sheryl. However, my friend just nodded, shook his head, smiling to answer and reply to all the chatter of the young man.

Before I knew it, we had all gathered in the living room to celebrate the main event of this party. A giant chocolate cake with a height of more than one meter, has been placed right in the middle of the room. We surround this giant cake. Seen a few small candles also surround the bottom tier of this chocolate cake .

Dad turned to the strange young man then looked back at me with furrowed brows, "You know the young man?" he asked slowly.

"No, uh huh. I don't know. So what?"

"Father is not sure, asking the invited guests to attend wearing strange and chaotic clothes like that young man." Father's eyes returned to hers.

At first glance it looks strange. He wore a black shirt but was so messy with a short hooded robe that was also black . He even looks strange because her hair was yellow k eemasan with eyes of blue light. A very rare color in the city, and very elegant and handsome in my eyes.

This young man's hair and eye color is indeed very rare in this city of Mane . Until we were surprised to see it.

When we all noticed his style of dress , he suddenly turned to look at me. It was clear his eyes were looking at me seriously and sharply . Then he stepped forward and walked steadily towards me. He smiled happily at every step he took.

Mother who was beside Father became furious at the behavior of this blue-eyed youth , "Stop right there! What are you doing coming here?!"

The young man stopped in his tracks. However, then stepped back with a wider smile. Peter glared in disbelief at the young man as he got closer.

Father, or the others did not move at all when the young man was so close to me. Only two meters away from where I was standing with him.

Those who were watching were dumbfounded and unable to say anything. Can't even move. As there ya n g holding them to do anything else they want today. But I was the only one who was allowed to speak freely, even though I couldn't move my body freely.

"Who are you?" I asked awkwardly. When I looked at him, my eyes were not distracted by anything. There's a kind of magnet that can attract me to keep looking at it.

He laughed softly, "You are my future wife! K We are going to get married at the end of this week . Haha!"