Kirana stared, utterly stunned, at Yusuf, her boss, the head of their institution; who was now kneeling before her, holding out a ring. The world seemed to narrow to the glinting diamond and the hopeful, anxious look in his eyes. š²
Finally finding his voice, Yusuf spoke, his gaze locked tenderly on hers. "Will you marry me?"
Kirana felt her heart hammer against her ribs. What do I do now? The silent question screamed in her mind. For a fleeting moment, she was transported back, not to a romantic memory, but to the day of her job interview at his company. The recollection of her nervous, professional self facing him across a desk brought an involuntary, small smile to her lips. š
"Hey... Kirana, why aren't you saying anything?" Yusuf asked, his voice tinged with creeping disappointment. š£
His plea snapped her back to the present. Why would I say no? He is a kind, good man, she reasoned with herself. Around them, she became aware of a supportive, encouraging murmur from the other tables. Patrons had paused their meals, watching the scene unfold with smiles.
Listening to her heart, Kirana made her decision. She would not let this moment pass.
"Yes,I will," she said, her voice clear and sure. š
A wave of applause and cheerful clapping erupted from the surrounding diners. "I love you," Yusuf said, his face radiant with joy as he presented her with the red rose.
"I love you too, sir," she replied, the professional title slipping out from pure habit. š¹
"Sir?" he whispered playfully, leaning closer as he slid the ring onto her finger. "You don't have to call me 'sir' outside the office anymore."
Later, they shared a long, meaningful embrace. As darkness had fully enveloped the city, Yusuf naturally took on the duty of driving her home. The familiar route felt entirely new, charged with the promise of their shared future. š