First Love of Kalila

Eps. 88

Ibrahim Adi Putra Point of View

Today my grandfather asked me to accompany him to attend the wedding of his business colleague's son. I'm actually really lazy to go to events like that. However, of course Grandfather's word could not be disputed. Want to not want to, like not like, I have to obey the wishes of grandfather.

We took almost an hour to reach Jakarta. Lucky every weekend, not many vehicles from Bogor to Jakarta. But on the contrary, the toll road from Jakarta to Bogor, looks very crowded, especially Monday is also a national holiday. Usually, residents of Jakarta will flock to the peak or Bandung area.

We arrived at the Yohan Corp Ballroom. Grandpa and I got out of the car, and stepped foot, entered the ballroom.

“Pak Abdul, mobile phone stand by continue yes,” message grandfather on the driver. We continued our steps towards where the wedding took place.

Entering the ballroom of Yohan Corp, my grandfather and I were amazed by the extravagant wedding reception. But come to think of it, it is only natural that the wedding reception was so luxurious, because my grandfather and I were attending the wedding reception of the youngest child Yohan Erlangga— one of the successful entrepreneurs in Indonesia.

Grandfather who was approached by one of his business colleagues, just left me.

Bu Lunara— her brother the groom approached me. Grandpa joined his colleagues. Several times met because of business relations, making me no longer awkward with the heir of Yohan Corp. However, her possessive husband, looking at me sharply, saw me talking to his wife.

Pak Junior— her husband Bu Lunara, clutched his wife tightly. Even shamelessly buried his head in Bu Lunara's neck. Repeatedly Bu Lunara pushed the husband's face rough, but Mr. Junior remained in his position.

“Bang! Remember the dong place!”

That's how Ms. Lunara's mumbling sounded, but I pretended not to hear it. I also looked elsewhere. Maybe, because I feel bad for myself, Ms. Lunara said goodbye.

“Abang search for you wherever it is found in droves!” I saw Bu Lunara shaking her head at her husband's rant.

“Not usually a blind jealous brother like this, other than the same Brother Rein?” I don't know who Rein is. I don't know and don't want to know about people's households. What is clear is that from then on I knew that if Bu Lunara's husband was jealous.

“He's too handsome. Brother is afraid of losing competitiveness, especially he flocked!” I, who was still hearing the conversation of the couple, turned my head and looked towards them. Apparently, Bu Lunara's husband was also looking at me. Seeing me staring at them, Mister Junior immediately glared at me. I was also wrong with his behavior. I've decided to get out of there rather than be accused of seducing people's wives.

I also enjoyed the party alone, tasting one-two culinary available. My solitude at the party ended when grandfather contacted me and asked me to join him at the same table. Of course I obey Grandpa's wishes.

I spread my eyes to the left and to the right, looking for the whereabouts of grandfather, until I finally found him. I hurried to hang up my steps, approaching my grandfather.

However, my footsteps came to a halt, while watching the figure of the girl who was also at the table.

“Why are you just there. Quickly get here!” grandpa's orders. I again swung my steps, approached grandfather, approached the girl as well. The closer I got to the girl, the more my heartbeat became irregular. What a coincidence this is, why out of the hundreds of people in this building, I was able to meet that smart girl. In fact, grandfather bridged this meeting.

Does Grandpa know that girl?

“Talk this Ibra, my proud grandson,” said grandfather, as I was sitting next to him. I spread my gaze to the three people who were sitting at one table with us. I also smile as amicably as possible in front of those who I do not know who— except the smart girl of course.

“I actually know Anne, since four years ago.”

My words left everyone at this table, shocked. Even the smart girl showed her surprise. “I know Anne, but Anne certainly does not know me.”

The intelligent girl seemed to nod, confirming what I said.Of course she did not know me, because we had never met before. Both Anne's parents and grandfather were increasingly confused by my words.

“At the time in Singapore, there was an international seminar on education, and Anne as a moderator there,” I said as I stared one by one at the same table as me. Then, I turned to grandfather, “Grandfather remember, when I said I would audition as a moderator for an international seminar?” Grandfather nodded his head at the question I asked.

“Kakek know, at that time, for the first time I failed?” Once again Grandfather answered the question I asked by nodding his head. “Anne who beat me back then, Cake. The first time, my achievements were defeated, by a girl anyway,” I said later. I turned to look at Anne with a gentle smile, and the smart girl returned my smile. I did that on purpose, so Anne's parents would know that I was interested in their daughter.

But it turned out that it was not only Anne's parents who noticed my behavior. Grandpa also watched him.

“It seems, already my grandson is interested in Mr. Baskoro's daughter,” said grandfather without further ado. I could only smile in embarrassment and scratch my head which was not itchy.

I'm lyrically Anne, I just want to witness the girl's reaction to Grandpa's words. He was watching me while smiling sweetly. So sweet.

“Since four years ago, I have admired Anne,”. I deliberately ventured to speak in front of the girls parents. I don't want to, there's another guy ahead of me to propose to her.

Both of Anne's parents laughed at my confession. And also with grandfather. Grandpa even patted me on the back, “Grandfather thinks you're not interested in a girl. That's why Grandpa gave you the perfect girl Anne. It turns out you've been waiting for Anne, all this time!”

I can only smile embarrassed. Maybe I look funny in the girl's eyes. Because he was smiling amusedly while looking at me.

“Wah, good then. The process of introducing them can run smoothly,” said Mr. Baskoro.

And once again Grandpa betrothed me. But this time I will not refuse. If I can, tonight I will also say ijab qabul while holding the hand of Mr. Baskoro!

Three hours, we spent talking. Three hours was only three minutes. Very quickly time passed. I am still not satisfied talking to him. I still want to linger looking at him. However, the wedding reception of Yohan Erlangga's son was over. Inevitably, we had to leave that place.

However, I was not too worried about having to part with the girl. Because we exchanged mobile numbers. Mr. Baskoro invited me, to dinner at his residence, tomorrow.

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