Dewi Utari placed a glass of warm sweet tea and boiled sweet potatoes on the guest table.
"Why are you on holiday from selling, Dewi?"
Dewi is really elegant and polite, making Aditya want to have her even more.
"Thank God, Aditya. My savings from my paycheck for the past three months are enough to fix my parents' shop."
Aditya really didn't expect that the simple and innocent girl who was currently sitting in front of him was actually so clever at managing her salary. The thought arises that Aditya must marry her as soon as possible after Aditya graduates from college. It would be an honor for Aditya to be able to introduce Dewi Utari to his family. Aditya dared to express his feelings for a sweet, simple and innocent girl.
"Dewi Utari, I love you, after I graduate from college I want to marry you."
Dewi was surprised to hear Aditya's words. It's really unbelievable. A handsome, rich, young man with a bright future wants to make her his wife, even though there are many beautiful, smart, rich girls who are chasing Aditya so they can be Aditya's girlfriend. Dewi really couldn't believe her own hearing.
"Goddess, why are you silent, Dewi.?"
Aditya's question interrupted hers thoughts. Aditya continues talking...
"Wait for me to finish this semester's final exam, I'll immediately introduce you to my family in Jakarta, Dewi."
Dewi Utari was really happy to hear Aditya's words, but that happiness dimmed when she remembered that her parents were just food sellers, while Adit's parents were known as rich and educated people. Aditya's father was famous as a medical professor who served as hospital director in Jakarta.
"Aditya, .."
"Yes, Goddess."
"We are different in terms of socio-economic level. I don't want to be like a hump longing for the moon. Shouldn't Aditya just look for another girl?"
Aditya took a deep breath.
"I knew your answer would be like that, Dewi. My parents were wise, not materialistic."
"Aditya..."
"Goddess, I like certainty, not doubt. Do you love me too?"
Dewi Utari could only bow her head silently. How could he possibly tell Aditya the truth if he was filled with shame. Dewi wanted to get up from her seat but Aditya was in a hurry to hold Dewi's hands.
"Please give me a definite answer, Dewi."
Dewi looked down in shame. The handsome young man she secretly loved now confesses his love but Dewi remains silent. Aditya gently stomped Dewi's hands.
"I seriously love you, Goddess. Please look into my eyes. Do you love me too?"
Dewi slowly raised her face and nodded. Aditya's face beamed.
"Thank you, Dewi. I'm very happy."
Dewi's face immediately turned red, she slowly withdrew her hands.
"Aditya, please drink the sweet tea first. Finish the boiled sweet potato."
Aditya laughs.
"Let's finish this boiled sweet potato together, Dewi."
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Dewi Utari and Aditya are truly soaring in happiness. Every day Aditya takes Dewi and picks her up from work. As time went by, Dewi, who initially worked as a cashier, was now appointed as a shoe shop manager. Dewi's honesty and tenacity deserves a thumbs up. Aditya is even more enthusiastic about studying. The happiness that Dewi Utari and Aditya felt made Sinta Amelia very angry, who was always looking for information about Aditya. Sinta Amelia's hatred for Dewi Utari grew bigger and bigger and made Sinta Amelia want to get rid of Dewi Utari who didn't know about Sinta Amelia.
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A year later.
Aditya kept his word, after the fourth semester exams, Aditya wanted to introduce Dewi to his parents in Jakarta. As usual, Aditya picked Dewi up at the shoe shop where he worked.
"Dewi, I have finished my exams and want to take you to meet my parents in Jakarta."
The sweet girl immediately turned her gaze to the road. Worry arose in his heart. How could it not be... His love is becoming more and more deeply rooted in his heart, but can Aditya's parents accept it because the difference in socio-economic status is wide between them.? It seems impossible to refuse Aditya's wishes.
Aditya, I have to get work permission from my boss first when we go to Jakarta."
"The day after tomorrow we will go to Jakarta, Dewi."
Masya Allah, Aditya wants to take him to Jakarta soon.
"Tomorrow, I'll talk to the head of the shoe shop first, Aditya."
"Yes, Dewi. Come on, let me take you home now."
Dewi sat on Aditya's motorbike. Worry swirled in his heart.
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The next day Dewi asked for permission to take time off work because she needed to go to Jakarta. Thank God... Dewi got permission to take time off work. Dewi's parents also allowed their daughter to go to meet Aditya's parents in Jakarta. The next morning, at five in the morning after morning prayers, Aditya picked up Dewi. The two of them rode a motorbike to the terminal.
"Dewi, I'll leave the motorbike and we'll take the bus."
"Yes, Aditya."
Dewi stood waiting near the counter. After parking the motorbike, Aditya approached Dewi. The two of them walked to the bus ticket counter. Aditya took his wallet from his trouser pocket. Dewi hurriedly held Aditya's hand, making the handsome young man surprised.
"What's wrong, Goddess?"
Actually, Dewi was afraid of offending Aditya's feelings, but the sweet girl still dared to say...
"Sorry, Aditya isn't working yet. Where will the money come from to buy a bus ticket, bro?"
"Monthly money sent from my parents, Dewi."
Dewi smiled while saying..
"Just use Dewi's money, bro."
Aditya was surprised to hear the words of the girl he loved.
" Why ?".
Still with a wide smile on her lips, Dewi answered..
"Just save money on money sent from Aditya's parents. It just so happens that I have a salary, just use my money."
Aditya was very embarrassed that Dewi had to pay for the bus ticket even though Aditya was the one who asked him to go.
"I would be embarrassed if you bought the bus ticket, Dewi."
"Yes, that's fine if Aditya is embarrassed . Think of it as a loan, not a gift, it will be returned when Aditya is already working."
Without waiting for an answer from Aditya, Dewi immediately bought bus tickets for the two of them. Dewi's words were like a slap on Aditya's cheek, who had never thought about working because he relied on money sent from his parents every month.
"Aditya, this is a bus ticket. Which side are you usually on, bro?"
Aditya read the ticket in Dewi's hand, then pointed to the bus.
"That's the bus that will take us to Jakarta, it's at the end there, Dewi."
The journey from Tasikmalaya to Jakarta via the toll road took four hours and forty-four minutes, unable to dispel Dewi Utari's worry and anxiety about meeting Aditya's parents.