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Dila is now in a cafe to win her over. Since then he just stared at the food and drinks in front of him without eating them. His mind was far too excited about Alya and Bagja's matchmaking.

"Did I just give up? Alya my best friend, Aa Bagja also seems not to like me. Boro-boro likes the one being snapped mulu. Mother also wanted to have a dream ghost like Alya, but it feels like why it hurts so well, what is this name heartbreak? but I have to be strong. I have to be able to forget my feelings." said Dila trying to encourage herself. Then after that he typed a message to someone to make sure of something. And that someone is none other than Alya. Dila wanted to ask Alya's feelings to Bagja.

(Al, what else?) Dila.

ting

(For this rest, just finished praying dzuhur) Alya.

(Oh, I'd like to ask you something, but you answered honestly.!) Dila.

Ting

(Ask what?) Alyas.

(Do you like Aa Bagja? I mean, you have no feelings for him?) Dila.

ting

(Why do you ask those questions?) Alyas.

(I do not intentionally terror you will be betrothed by mother and aunt Risma) Dila.

Ting

(Then anyway? you're not kidding anymore, are you?) Alyas.

(No. I seriously. How anyway? I'm curious about this.) Dila.

Ting

(If that is true, of course I do not refuse. I am no hypocrite, Aa Bagja is the dream man of all women including me) Alya.

(Oh, congratulations) Dila.

Ting

(It has not happened yet) Alya.

(You must be a soul mate, that is surely a big deal. Yes Al, I want to eat first and laper) Dila.

Ting

(Okay) Alya.

Dila put her phone in her little bag. He felt increasingly frustrated and also claustrophobic. It turned out that Alya had the same feelings for Bagja.

//

Nightfall.

"Where did you just come home from?" ask Iis.

"Main to the house of temen." replied Dila lethargic.

"Which team? maghrib-maghrib just got home. Not pantes virgin child behavior so." said Iis.

"Ma, please, Dila is tired of not being interrogated constantly." replied Dila then entered her room and closed the door loudly.

Brakk!!

"Why mah?" mahmud asked who had appeared from the kitchen.

"Either of all, asked instead of looking into the room, not polite with parents" said Iis.

"Kang kok be belain him anyway, Iis just want to educate Dila to be more mature and more polite in behaving to parents" said Iis.

"But don't be yelled at either. She's a daughter, treating her should be subtle. Do you like being roughed up? try to position yourself as a woman, where are there women who like to be roughened?" ask Mahmud.

"So keep pampered, look it's already big has not been anything to do." said Iis. Mahmud stroked his chest and hugged Iis from behind.

"Patience or dear, lots of patience, I'm sure our children will also think of adulthood someday. Let's get ready to eat, kang Mahmud is hungry" said Mahmud.

"Yes but..."

"Udah come. Dila let me be the nasehatin." said Mahmud.

"Yes, Iis ready to eat dinner first yes" said Iis who eventually softened.

//

Meanwhile, at home Sofyan Puja and her three men are enjoying dinner together, as usual noisy and noisy only Puja and Vino. Bagja and Sofyan speak a thousand languages.

"Well, the father was very busy with Vino mah, giving more and more work and making sprains. Vino until tired mah. Even though next week has started to go to college" said Vino complained.

"What yes? but mamah support your father, let you get more spirit and stronger dear. Inget you are a prospective family head should be able to work dong time want to continue playing." said Puja advising.

"Yes, but not the hard work is also mah." said Vino.

"But women like the rough" Puja said as she glanced at Sofyan.

"So you like kasarin mamah?" asked Vino who misinterpreted Puja's speech.

"Not that, baby, that's..."

"Udah continue to eat not much nonsense" said Sofyan who does not like to eat while talking.

"But yeah, Vino doesn't accept that you're rude!" vino nyolot. Sofyan simply shook his head then looked at Puja with a meaningful gaze. Well, it looks like tonight Sofyan will punish him until morning.

After all finished dinner and returned to their respective rooms, Puja who was cleaning the dishes at the dinner table remembered her matchmaking plan with Risma last afternoon. He tried to approach Bagja wanting to talk from heart to heart.

Clamps!

True to Puja's guess, Bagja is still busy with his laptop and work.

"Tomorrow again or dear, work also must know the time" said Puja who is now sitting on the side of the bed.

"Mah, stay a little longer. It doesn't feel plong if it's not finished" said Bagja.

"Mama also feels not plong because until now you have not known the prospective daughter-in-law" said Puja. Bagja turned off his laptop and turned towards Puja.

"What's the matter, just go ahead" said Bagja.

"If mom asks you to get married, how? mama wants to mate you with your best friend's son." said Puja.

Deg

Bagja smiled a little. Is it possible that the best friend's child meant by his mother is Dila? his mother will match him with Dila?

"Are you sure she's the right woman for Bagja? cause..."

"Mama is sure one hundred percent. She's beautiful, well, just fits you." said Puja.

"Bagja wants to." Bagja answered steadily because in his mind Puja will match him with Dila. Although he himself felt doubt whether Dila could be a good wife for him but seeing the closeness of Dila and her mother was enough to make Bagja accept this matchmaking. Dila is a woman who can take the heart of her mother, that is her plausible value. Especially if it is close to Dila something hers always wake up and thrash, Bagja does not deny he is already captivated by the charm of Dila. But he was very good at covering it all with his cold and indifferent attitude. Indeed the fruit falls not far from the tree, as well as the tastes of Sofyan and Bagja who both like naughty and challenging women.

"Yes..! yes, if so, mama phone temen mama first want to tell you that you already agree. He must be happy." said Puja. After that Puja came out of Bagja's room with a happy and flowery heart. While Bagja chose to lay his body while staring at the ceiling of his room. He was imagined when Dila kissed his lips in the garden earlier, although short but until now Bagja can feel the sweet and chewy lips of Dila. Bagja closed and touched his lips with his finger then imagined a longer kiss with Dila.

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