Abbie accept's Dylan's Propose

"Okay. If you don't want to accept my proposal today, I won't propose it to you again. Because when you say you don't want to be with me, then that means you really can't be with me," Dylan said, pretending to give up. "But I still expect you to accept me. We are coming to my parent's house tonight. I will introduce you to them as my future wife. They must be happy because this is the moment they have been waiting for. Maybe even now there are already preparations to welcome us," he continued.

"Preparations to welcome us?" Abbie frowned.

"Yeah ..." Dylan nodded. "Because yesterday I told my mother that tonight I would come with my future wife. She was very happy. She said she would prepare a special meal. She was very enthusiastic because this is the first time I have brought a girl as a future wife.

"You shouldn't have said that, because you haven't gotten confirmation from me yet," said Abbie, somewhat irritated, but she started to think about how Dylan would be so ashamed of his family if she didn't want to come to the dinner.

"Okay, now you give certainty to me," Dylan exclaimed, showing a resigned expression.

"It's impossible for me to make a decision this quickly, especially when it's a decision about getting married. I need a discussion with my family, I need their opinion. I need their blessing," said Abbie anxiously.

"We can think about it later. The Important now is about you will accept me or not. Because the essence of this relationship is you and me. When you and I agree to commit, surely our parents will support us." Dylan again held Abbie's right hand. "I promise, even though I have everything, I won't use it to belittle you. I will be a loyal husband, I won't use my money for cheating because so far I've been tired of playing with girls. I already understand the character of the girls. So, being able to have you makes me satisfied. It's like if we already have delicious food at home, there's no need to look for delicious food elsewhere."

Abbie was silent, looking at Dylan sadly. So she thought whether it was wrong to accept the proposal because right now she is also single, and she thinks that at the age of 23, it is right to get married. The girl also thought that all this time she had been learned by unfaithful boys who only asked her to have fun with no intention of marrying her. This tiring experience of love made her put her hope in Dylan who promised to marry her without placing any conditions and would even raise her degree.

Dylan took his hand off Abbie's hand then took his cell phone from his trouser pocket. he saw a call from his mother and then answered.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Dylan, are you going to come tonight with the girl of your choice?" asked Annette from the phone.

"Eh?" Dylan glanced at Abbie who was probably thinking. "I can't tell you for sure, Mom. But, if she's ready tonight, I'll bring her to have dinner with Mommy, with our extended family."

"But mommy has already cooked quite a lot. Incidentally, your grandpa is also here. Mommy wants him to see you bring your future wife. Don't let Antonio get ahead of you!"

"Okay, Mom. We can discuss it later," Dylan said then hung up the phone. He took a deep breath and then glanced at Abbie who was daydreaming while glancing at him. "So, what do you want to marry me or not?"

"Is there a guarantee for me that you won't cheat on me when you're bored with me?" Abbie asked.

"That will never happen, Abbie," Dylan said with a reassuring smile.

"No, I'm not sure. In every relationship, there must be times when you feel bored. I don't want you to feel bored with me then just leave me like that," said Abbie, shaking her head.

"Um ... okay. I have a guarantee."

"What?" asked Abbie, looking at Dylan with doubt.

"If I cheat, you can take all the assets that I have. I will make a letter of agreement about it," Dylan replied casually. "It will be written that I will lose all my assets if I betray you. But ..."

"But what?" asked Abbie, looking at Dylan with a probing gaze.

"If you are the one who cheated on me when we have a child, the child will come with me. You only get part of the property, but the child is still with me," Dylan answered seriously.

Abbie swallowed her saliva and glanced at Dylan who was already discussing children. Ugh, she was imagining how they were going to have kids. there will be a child-making moment, it will happen on the first night. The girl suddenly imagined how her first night with the handsome boss, surely she would be embarrassed, and suddenly became submissive because she would not be able to refuse or offer resistance.

"This agreement is indeed cruel, but I hope this agreement will not apply because I will always be loyal, try to stay with you whether you feel bored or not, and I also hope that you never intend to make the agreement valid," said Dylan, staring at Abbie Hopefully.

"Um ..." Abbie was still confused.

"You just need to accept me, then learn to love me, Abbie. I understand that you can't possibly love me today," Dylan exclaimed.

"Um ... okay." Abbie slowly nodded but her gaze was not on Dylan.

"You want to marry me?" Dylan asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Um ... Yes," replied Abbie, nodding. "I think about it, there's nothing wrong with us getting married because you already fell in love with me. I'm going to learn to love you, but I beg you not to pressure me or rush me," she continued, a little nervous.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "So, now you are my future wife?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Come here." Dylan pulled Abbie to sit on his lap, then put his arm around her waist and stared at her face very intensely.

"Don't look at me like that, Sir. I'm still nervous," Abbie whispered, bending her face.

"I have the right to look at you because you are my future wife," Dylan said with a smile. "You are adorable. I want to kiss you now."

"Kiss?"

"Yes, I wanted to kiss you from the first time I saw you in my office," Dylan said, then kissed Abbie on the cheek.

"Eh? Sir ..." Abbie turned her head away from Dylan.

"Please, don't call me like that. It gives the impression that you're dating with old man," Dylan said, pinching Abbie's smooth cheeks almost without pimples.

Abbie smiled shyly.

"Call me a special nickname," Dylan said.

"I don't know how to call you. I'm still nervous," said Abbie awkwardly.

"Well ... I'll make you less nervous," Dylan exclaimed, then cupped Abbie's jaws and kissed her gently on the lips.

Abbie could only stay silent with her eyes immediately closed because her lips suddenly got attack from Dylan. There was a feeling of wanting to refuse, but there was also a sense of pleasure because it had been a long time since she had kissed any man.