7. THE DECISION

Since last night, Anya had memorized the voice of someone calling her, so she didn't want to turn to the source of the voice.

"An, you were called by Mr. Dimas," Anita said, patting Anya's left shoulder.

"I know, just let it go, Nit, pretend not to hear."

"What's wrong, An? Are you causing trouble with Mr. Dimas again?"

"Just shut up, Nit, let's keep going," said Anya.

"Come on, I'll follow you."

Just as the two girls were about to walk away, Dimas called Anya back.

"Anya Syafitri, come here," Dimas called with emphasis.

"There you go, An, look at Mr. Dimas' face and voice, it's really scary, like he wants to swallow you alive."

"Yes, Nit, I'll go to the lecturer without that expression first, bye."

"Bye."

With slow steps, Anya walked towards where Dimas stood.

"Hurry up, don't look like a snail."

"Patience, sir. What's the need, sir?"

"Don't pretend to forget, hurry up, I'll wait in my office."

~~~

As instructed by her lecturer, Anya was now in Dimas' office. Without further ado of offering drinks for example, Dimas spoke directly to Anya.

"Anya, don't you remember that today is the last day of the opportunity I have given you, why haven't you given me an answer until now?" Dimas asked with an unfriendly look on his face.

"I know, sir."

"If you know, why don't you read my messages, or receive my calls?"

"Sorry, sir, I didn't know you had messages and calls."

"Ok I accept your excuse on this one, but I don't accept any excuse about my message yesterday, you just read it without reply."

"Sorry, sir."

"Never mind, it's also not important to me anymore, now the most important thing is your answer, Anya."

"Honestly, sir, I'm still confused," Anya said while looking down.

"I need a yes or no answer, you should decide right now, although I really hope you give a yes answer, because if you answer no, then you are ready to leave this campus."

Anya really wanted to say no to the handsome lecturer's offer, but her tongue clenched when she heard Dimas' threat. She remembered her dreams of graduating from college, getting a job, and providing for her parents.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, closing her eyes, then opening them again, Anya gave her answer to Dimas.

"Okay, sir, I accept the offer to marry you."

Dimas couldn't help but smile when he heard the answer he wanted to get from Anya, Dimas was very happy that he had someone to replace Anna temporarily.

"Good, right choice Anya," Dimas said with a big smile.

In contrast to Dimas, Anya looked very upset, confused, guilty, all mixed up. She honestly didn't want to play with a marriage, upset because she had no other choice and confused whether the choice she made was the right one or not, Anya could only surrender.

"Why are you silent, Anya? Your choice is right, there's no need to worry."

"What else do I have to say, everything you want to hear, I already said earlier."

"Never mind, now come with me."

"Where are we going, sir?"

"Somewhere important, you'll meet some people there. No more questions, let's go to the parking lot, we'll take my car."

Lazy to argue again, Anya finally chose to just follow Dimas' words, she was tired of having to talk at length, but in the end she had to follow the orders of the handsome lecturer.

~~~

Anya was stunned when the car Dimas was driving entered the yard of a large and luxurious house, the yard was spacious, with many expensive ornamental plants. In stark contrast to the house where she lived, it was small and only had cheap ornamental flowers, a small yard with a mango tree thriving there.

"Come on down, Anya."

Anya, who had just realized her daze, responded clumsily to Dimas. "Yes, sir."

"Don't look at it, let's go inside."

"Whose house is this, sir?" asked Anya, curious about the house.

"My parents' house."

"WHAT?" Anya raised her voice, she was very surprised to hear the lecturer's answer.

"No need to shout, An, this is a house, not a forest." Dimas reprimanded Anya, he didn't like the way Anya was acting. Not graceful is very different from Anna, she is beautiful, smart, and always looks elegant.

"Sorry sir, I was reflex. Who wouldn't be surprised to suddenly be taken to a man's parents' house? What are we going to do, sir?"

"I'm going to introduce you as my girlfriend, so they don't get suspicious. You remember that I was only given three days to bring my girlfriend before my parents, and today is the day."

~~~

Anya was even more mesmerized by the house when she saw that the inside was very luxurious, with lots of expensive display items.

"Remember, when you meet and talk to my parents, you have to behave and look elegant, don't embarrass me."

"Yes sir, you don't have to say that over and over again, I've memorized everything, you just relax."

"Oh my God, how beautiful my future daughter in law is," said a woman who suddenly came and hugged Anya.

Of course, this shocked Anya and she could only stay frozen in the beautiful woman's arms.

"Ouch honey, don't be so stiff like this, just relax with mom."

"How can she not be stiff Ma, if suddenly you come and hug someone's child," said Dimas.

"Oohh, sorry, I was reflexively very happy that you finally brought your girlfriend to this house."

"It's okay, auntie."

"Hehe, let's go inside sweetheart, let's chat inside." The woman who was Dimas' mother-in-law casually took Anya by the hand.

"Papa, look who's here!"

"Who Ma? Uh, it's my future daughter in law, invite him to sit here, Ma."

"Come sit down, dear."

"Yes, aunty."

Dimas' parents are famous. His mother, Mrs. Adel, is the owner of the famous boutique subscribed to by top actresses, A&A boutique where Dimas took Anya that night. Not to mention Mr. Aditya who is one of the successful and famous entrepreneurs. Anya felt really insecure sitting among them.

"Take it easy sweetheart, try to introduce your name Cantik, so mama can call you."

"Anya, aunty."

"Wow, what a beautiful name just like the person," complimented Mrs. Adel sincerely.

"Thank you, Tante."

~~~

Finally, dinner time arrived and Anya sat down with Dimas' family. They were absorbed in the food on their plates, occasionally hearing their voices talking.

"So, how long have you been dating, Anya? How come it's so hard to get Arya to bring you here," asked Mrs. Adel curiously.

"Hemm, it's been about a year aunty." Anya lied in accordance with the agreement with Dimas.

"Mama dear, call me mama, not aunty."

"Yes, Mama."

"How come you call Arya sir, honey, and how come you call him Dimas?" asked Mrs. Adel to Anya. "Didn't you tell Anya that your nickname at home is Arya?" asked Mrs. Adel in turn to Arya or Dimas.

"It's understandable, Ma, Anya is my student, so she's used to calling me sir, and on campus my nickname is Dimas, Ma."

"Yes, especially for your beautiful girlfriend, you should call her differently, mas Arya, it sounds sweeter."

"Yes, Ma, Arya will teach Anya to call me like that, won't you dear?"

"Yes, dear."

"By the way, do you know why we asked Arya to bring you here?" asked Mr. Aditya.

"Hemm, I know sir," Anya replied nervously.

"Well, then papa will tell you the purpose of this dinner once again. First, to get to know each other. Secondly, we will discuss the continuation of your relationship. Since Arya is old enough, we think you two are suitable for marriage. So, please tell your parents that the day after tomorrow we will come to your house," said Mr. Aditya firmly.

"What sir? The day after tomorrow, sorry for what sir?" asked Anya feeling confused.

"Well, to propose to you, dear," replied Mrs. Adel.

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