Fake Fiancee

Chapters. 137 Tremendous meetings

Noah expressed again his feelings clearly and straightforwardly. “I love you."

 

"really?" yora asked doubtfully and nervously.

 

"Why still ask? Sure oes. I've loved you for a long time, Yora."

 

Yora remained silent. "May I accept Brother Noah's love with my feelings that are still a little left for Brother Aksa?" yora is honest. Noah knew that. But he nodded his head in agreement. He's ready about this. "Sister Noah is really good," Yora said involuntarily shedding tears. Noah grabbed Yora's shoulder and tightened it against her body. He hugged this girl.

 

...***...

 

A few days after dinner.

 

Grandpa raises his reading glasses. Tonight he was reading in the library at home.

 

Geck! Geck!

 

Grandpa looked at the door that was knocked. Then comes the tall body of his grandson, Aksa.

 

"Grandpa's looking for me?" asked this man with a smile on his lips.

 

"Yes Aksa. Let's go in." Grandpa told his granddaughter to come in. Aksa just got home because she's still dating her favorite girl. His feet walked closer to the grandfather's chair. Aksa just looked around without trying to read.

 

"What's Grandpa looking for me?" asked Aksa directly when she had put her ass on the sofa.

 

"There's nothing important. Just wanted to hear how you were related to Yora," said grandfather fixing the glasses. He was still holding the book he read when he asked his grandson.

 

"good. Our relationship is good."

 

"So soon grandfather will marry you both."

 

"What's? Married married?" aksa asked in shock. This is beyond his estimate.

 

"Yes. The purpose of this match is to get married. So wait any more, Aksa? Grandpa will marry you soon."

 

"Wait Grandpa. Isn't Yora still in school? I'm ..." anyway ..."

 

"Are you still with that woman. The designer people are talking about?" cut Grandpa still did not turn his head to Aksa. He is still reading the book he holds. However the aura around it started to be heavy. That means Grandpa is holding back anger.

 

"Of course not Grandpa."

 

"Who else is she with now?" This time he looked at his grandson. Aksa silence.

 

"If I vote with another woman, will grandfather allow it?" ask Aksa bravely. This time, my grandfather was silent. Then Grandfather looked at this man.

 

"So you want to refuse the matchmaking that grandfather prepared for you, huh?!" reprimand Grandpa was angry.

 

"From the beginning I've shown Grandpa that I don't want to be in a match. Even grandfather knows that I'm with Tiara. But grandfather insisted on a match," said Aksa began to rile.

 

"So you would rather go with that disrespectful designer, than with an innocent girl like the daughter of the Wijaya family?!" ask Grandpa angry.

 

"I'm not in a relationship with Tiara, Grandpa. No!"  

 

“Then what, bad boy?!” Grandpa cannot be denied. Aksa was silent for a moment. "What's so great about the daughter of the Wijaya family? Isn't she just looking like Grandma? If it was just that, I could also bring a girl similar to grandma," Aksa said like a promise.

 

"What did you say? You want to replace Yora with another girl?" his grandpa frowned his already wrinkled forehead.

 

"Yes" Aksa said firmly.

 

"What the hell is going on with you? Rebelling? Dissent?"

 

"I just want to fight for love" said Aksa immediately made grandfather silent.

 

"You know what love is about. Go to and fro changing women. You think grandpa doesn't know?!" said Grandpa angry.

 

 

"Grandfather gave this match because he wants you to change. Want to stop you! Grandpa doesn't want to be like your father who made your mama hurt. This grandfather did not want such a thing to happen again," said Grandfather with heightened emotions.

 

"If you want me to change, this is not the way. Because it makes me want to go from one woman to another. I don't love Yora, Grandpa" Aksa said.

 

...***...

 

Lisa never thought that she would be faced with a meeting like this. When I go home from school. A man dressed in black and neat approached her.

 

“Nona Lisa?” ask the man in the neat suit.

 

“Yes. What's up?” ask Lisa beware.

 

“Mr Candika wants to talk.”

 

“Candika?” Lisa was so sorry for that name. That's Aksa's surname. His eyeballs looked towards the cars parked near them.

 

“True. Please come with us because the President is in the car.”

 

Lisa was silent because of doubt. He could just keep going without caring about grandfather's call. But it would look disrespectful.

 

The car door opened after Mr Aknam opened the door. Looks like Grandpa Candika chose to get out instead of being in the car. Lisa swallowed her own saliva. Grandfather's body that started to bend slightly and was supported by the stick still made him tense.

 

Allegedly right. Grandpa was looking at him. The president is scanning it.  Lisa needs to swallow her saliva again. Without a sound, the sharp glare of grandfather's eyes was able to render him unable to move.

 

At Pak Aknam's side, he approached Lisa. This girl clutched firmly on the strap of her backpack. Trying to be ordinary but still can't. He was tense, desperate and afraid. He was well aware that this old grandfather was not an arbitrary opponent.

 

“Good day,” greet Grandpa Candika with a friendly smile.

 

“S-good afternoon,” says Lisa is nervous.

 

“We meet again,” said grandfather calling their first meeting in the hospital.

 

“Iya,” said Lisa is still covered in tension that does not disappear.

 

“Grandpa wants to talk to Lisa, can you?” ask grandpa with a smile. Lisa knew this must be about Aksa. Because there is nothing to be associated with him except Aksa. With Mr. Candika saying his name, he already understood that grandfather must have been looking for information about him without Aksa's knowledge. Lisa was sure of that.

 

“Yes. Grandpa can talk.”

 

...***...

 

Lisa was silent in her chair. He's waiting to be judged by the wealthy owner of the Candika company.

 

“Because you did not refuse, grandfather is sure you know what grandfather will talk about,”. After finishing his meal, he immediately spoke seriously. “So you are Aksa's lover?”

 

Lisa swallowed her saliva many times. “Ya.” Finally came the answer from the lips of this girl.

 

“You know who Aksa is? He's the granddaughter of the grandfather who wanted you to meet. Whether it's fate or not, you meet. Now they are lovers. I haven't introduced you both."

 

Lisa needs to be relieved because grandpa doesn't know about her disguise. But is that true?

 

“Grandfather once said your face is similar to the face of Aksa's grandmother who died first. Grandpa didn't lie about it.”

 

Lisa confirmed that because she already knew before this day arrived. But he has to shut up.

 

“You are similar. But Grandpa hasn't told you yet, if there's another girl who looks like grandma. That means his face also looks like yours."

 

Lisa is still tight-lipped.

 

“Kakek still do not know why you can meet. But you need to know that ... Aksa's been betrothed to another girl. Yeah, she looks like my wife. But it must be emphasized, This is no longer about being similar to my wife. Maybe it is just an addition. Yora who should be the bride of Aksalah is the most important.”

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