A Light Fountain

Matchmade?

"Take that boy a lesson!"

"Just get it!"

"Stop him!"

This is what was heard from the screams of his friends.

The young man was still staring intently at Altur, his palms already clenched into fists.

Then with a quick movement, the young man punched towards Altur and face as his target.

But no less quickly Altur held back the fist of this young man before him with his palm.

Looking at the young man's expression in surprise, Altur could withstand his punch with just one hand. And what was even more surprising was that Altur's body did not budge at all.

Petter quickly gripped the young man's hand, then pulled it and overturned the body with one hand.

Bugh, the young man's body immediately toppled over.

Everyone who witnessed it, stared between surprise and amazement. No exception with Assena. He rounded his eyes, his mouth open. He did not expect an Altur to be that great.

Assena does not know whether to break up or even enjoy this interesting spectacle.

Quickly the friends of the young man rushed to the collapsed body while enduring the pain.

"Son are you okay?" Strangled a girl who was among the young man's friends.

"Rolan are you okay?" Ask one of the men while helping the young man stand up.

So the name of that young man is Rolan huh!

"How dare he, should we teach him a lesson?" One of the others spoke.

The young man named Rolan, raised one hand into the air then shook his head. "No need, we'll teach the boy a lesson. But this isn't the place." Rolan stared intently at Altur.

"Take care of you! I won't let go that easily." Rolan with a face showing anger. The index finger pointed at Altur confirming his threat.

"Let's get out of here!" Altur seemed to ignore the threat, he pulled the hand of Assena stepped away from the place. Breaking through the crowd of people watching.

"What do you see? Disperse!!" Shouted one of Rolan's friends who saw the crowd of people who witnessed this incident.

Everyone immediately dispersed.

--

"Damn it, our reputation will be ruined because of that boy." Rolan. "We will no longer be afraid of this incident." he shouted with ruffled hair in annoyance.

"What are we going to do with that boy?" Ask Max one of Rolan's friends.

"Of course we'll pay it back." Rolan said with a grin full of strategy.

"Jessy!" Call Rolan.

"Yes, brother." A beautiful girl approached.

This is Jessy, Rolan's sister.

**

Assena just came out of the toilet. He wants to put his foot up.

"Hey wait!" The voice of a girl, who stopped Assena's steps.

Assena turned and turned around, looking at the beautiful girl in front of her. Assena frowned, she did not recognize the girl.

"Can we get acquainted? I'm Jessy. What's yourname?" The girl smiled sweetly by extending her hand.

Assena received the girl's hand. "Call me Assena."

"A pretty name, like the owner of the name." Tempta Jessy still commented on her sweetest smile.

"You could have."

"I want to apologize for my brother's treatment." Jessy's face turned sad from feeling guilty.

"So he's your brother?" Ask Assena.

"Yes he's my brother, his name is Rolan. It's like that, he's one of the feared ones on this campus." Jessy.

Assena. "Oh so.".

"I have to go, my friend is waiting." Assena smiled, stepping away.

They walked together, approaching Altur who had been waiting for Assena earlier.

For the sake of carrying out the task, Altur also remained faithful to wait and watch over Assena even though it was just to the toilet.

Altur smiled at Assena's arrival, then his gaze shifted to the girl beside Assena.

Then Assena explains who Jessy is.

"So you're the brother of that man?" tanya Altur looked at Jessy.

"Yes, he's my brother. I represent my brother apologizing for the incident." Jessy clasped her hands together in her chest, as a form of apology.

"Forget it. That's not a problem." The smiling Altur looked at the girl.

"thank you. I wish we could be good friends." Jessy glanced at Assena and Altur.

"Of course." Answer Altur smiled.

Assena nodded her head smiling.

"Thank you for being my friend. All right, I gotta go. See you soon!" Jessy waved her hand and left.

Then Assena and Altur threw eyes at each other and smiled.

"She's sweet, not like her brother." Altur.

Assena chuckled at hearing that. "Do you like it?".

Altur's laughter rang out, staring at Assena. "I like you even more." Batin Altur's.

***

At dinner time, at the dinner table there are Arkan, Evelin, Assena and Isabella.

"How was college, baby?" Ask Arkan.

"Well, all is well."

"Good boy. After dinner, I asked you to come to Dad's office. There's something I want to talk about."

Assena stopped her chewing motion upon hearing Arkan's speech. He looked up at his father's face. His forehead shriveled deeply, a question flashed through his mind.

Before long, Assena nodded. Without asking questions.

--

Assena followed behind, following her father's footsteps.

At Arkan's request, after dinner they rushed to Arkan's study.

The son and father were sitting on the sofa in the room.

"What do you want to say?" Assena couldn't bear to ask. The question that was swirling around in his head.

A moment of silence took over, before Arkan was truly ready to convey his intentions.

Arkan took a deep breath. "Look...." Arkan gave a pause, he really gathered the courage to deliver it.

Assena looked really impatient, with curiosity filling her head.

"You know? mr Jemmy was dad's best friend?" Arkan said casually to relieve the tension.

Assena nodded immediately. But there was a bad feeling directly caressing his heart when he heard that name.

"So Mr. Jemmy conveyed his wish to...." Arkan hung up his words, then looked at his daughter doubtfully.

Assena was still the same looking at her father, with a shrunken forehead. Waiting for the continuity of his father's words, despite the worst possibility he had expected.

"Emmm... To match you with Alvin the son of Mr. Jemmy." Finally everything was conveyed even with doubt.

Assena's forehead shriveled, her mouth open. Like saying "Huh!!" Without a voice, he could not believe what Arkan was saying.

Assena was obviously flinched, she was so shocked. Although he had expected from the worst, and this was the worst reality.

"Are you kidding me?" Assena could not resist saying what she wanted to say, about the word matchmaking.

Sounds like a joke. What was that? The matchmaking?

Arkan had already guessed how Assena would respond to this matchmaking. Then he shook his head. "No, I'm not kidding, son." Arkan looked at his eldest daughter as if reassuring.