Life Is Beautiful When With You

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Matchmaking is a tradition that is often done in ancient times, there is even a matchmaking that until now became a legend in the community that is about the matchmaking of Siti Nurbaya..

even if the matchmaking is done in the present day must be young people now mention this is not the era of Siti Nurbaya.

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In the large mass of the Wijaya family, Madam Wijaya is a middle-aged woman, who still looks beautiful with her age who wants to enter the head of five is sitting pensive. The middle-aged woman was named Angelina Wijaya, and her mother was Gibran Prasetya Wijaya. He planned to arrange an arranged marriage for his only child, because at his age who almost stepped on the head of three. There had never been a girl that he introduced to his parents. Gibran never brought a woman into his family home.

To the extent that the mama mistress Angelina Wijaya, made dizzy to hear the babble of her social friends, who always bring up when to have a daughter-in-law and when to have grandchildren.

Such is the question of his social friends who often he dihar, when they gather together if they hold a rally. Understand the socialite mothers, right? on Rempong.

They are curious about Gibran, especially Gibran is not handsome and established? must be a lot of women who want?, that's what they have in mind.

And Gibran's mother's plan, to match Gibran to the son of their business partner. That is the son of Mr. Budianto, as well as a friend of his father Gibran during college first. Because they know Mr. Budianto also has a beautiful girl and is still single.

*Tr*ing tring tring

"Honey when you come home jenguki mama..?" ask Miss Angelina to call the child.

"Let's Ma. Later that night Gibran will stop by" Gibran replied softly hearing the voice of the middle-aged woman he loved so much.

"La. Don't forget to stop by anyone who wants to talk mama" cerocos the mama.

"He's my dear Mama.Yes Gibran matiin first yes, then Gibran again many of these activities Ma" he said.

No time Mrs Wijaya replied, yet,

tutt..tutt.tutt the phone was turned off by Gibran on the side, making the big madam burn her beard because she was so upset with the behavior of the child.

"Nih look Pa. Papa's son, always like that, always the reason for many activities, when you want to get a mate then continue, he can be single for life" cerecosnya towards the Husband.

"Remember Ma. That's Mama's son too" replied the Husband in a tone of piety.

"He Pa. Mama knows" she answered with a manyum face.

"Partially if we call without babibu directly on the phone, the child has already passed the hell, watch out, bad boy, if you go home about Mama's ears jewel let her know the taste" he continued again.

"Oh yeah. What about Papa's business, smoothly not Pa?" ask her to the husband.

"Alhamdulillah Ma smoothly, why the hell Ma?" ask the Husband.

"Why not Pa."

"Oh yes Pa. If according to Papa, we mate Gibran with his son Papa's best friend how?"ask again.

"Which Papa's best friend is Ma..?" ask the Husband.

"That's Pa, Mr. Budianto's son, Mama heard he had a beautiful girl still single again, maybe it will fit our child Gibran" explained Mrs Wijaya at length.

"As for Mama, Papa is coming, if the Gibranya will be okay" replied the gentle husband.

"Yes it's Papa. Call her Mr. Budianto , invite them to dinner, tonight at our house" proposed Mrs Wijaya.

"Yes Ma. Papa will call, or Mama should talk to Gibran first, who knows Gibran has a choice" replied the husband gave advice.

"No need Pa, where maybe Gibran has his own choice, if there has been brought here for a long time, but there is no one he has brought" said Mrs Wijaya.

"Yes it's up to Mama. Which is good, Papa just come" said the Husband.

Sorepun changed with the night, as Gibran promised to go home to his parents.

*t*okk tokk tokk

"Assalamualaikum" Gibran said.

"Waalaikum greetings" replied the waiter as he ran away in a hurry to open the door of the Wijaya family mansion.

"Where's Bik's mom?"

"Young Master's guest room".

While in the family room, Gibran's parents were talking to the Budianto family. Well, the plan is that Mr. Wijaya wants to fool Gibran with Mr. Budianto's son. Revalina the name of the daughter of Mr. Budianto, the largest boutique owner in the city, yes sexy and beautiful girl with a height as high as an international model.

"Ma Pa Gibran went home" Gibran shouted as he arrived at the guest room, not caring about anyone else between his parents.

"Home also this bad boy yah" said Mrs Wijaya stood up from her seat, then fretted Gibran's ears, even though Gibran was cold but not applicable to Mrs Wijaya.

"Even Ma is sick, but Ma Gibran is not a child anymore" he said, in pain because he was picked on by the mother.

The people in the guest room laughed at the behavior of the child and the mother.

"Already Ma kasian Gibranya" Pak Wijaya mediated his son and wife.

"Sit down, there's someone Papa wants to talk to you." Guman Pak Wijaya again.

"Yes Pa. What's up?"ask Gibran without making small talk.

"Include, this is Revalina son Om Budianto the owner of the largest boutique in the city, and also Papa's best friend" said Mr. Wijaya while introducing the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Mmm" Gibran replied indifferently

(bluff the cold nature, because dealing with people he does not like).

"What does this mean, Pa Ma..??" said again.

"We want to set you up with him" replied the Papa.

"Sorry Pa. Gibran couldn't" he replied to the points.

"But" unfinished Mr. Wijaya spoke Gibran passed by his room, ignoring the disappointed gazes of the guests

who was in the guest room.

"I'm sorry jeng for Gibran's attitude, he was so his son" said Madam Wijaya melt the atmosphere that had stiffened.

"It's okay jeng" replied Madam Budianto.

While Reva was busy daydreaming, because from the first he saw Gibran was smitten with his excitement.

"Oh very handsome anyway, anyway I have to find him, very clean again" he said while smiling cunningly.

While in Gibran's room incessantly mengedumel himself.

"Mama, what the hell is that? use lying to me all over again, they think I'm not doing what? what else in the same mate kayak girl so like cat garong" pity. Because from the first time he saw Reva, he already disliked flirtatious girls like Reva.

"I'd better just go home to my box, who knows the abal-abal girl has come" said Gibran while smiling himself with a smile on the face of the abal-abalnya girl.

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