Stuck in Matchmaking

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Until this chapter, I changed the povnya first yes, the story from the point of view of Khansa.

Khansas.

The sound of the doorbell makes me reflect to stop my activities that are arranging dinner, for our family who will enjoy it with the family of papi friends. And then my heart suddenly beat really hard. I don't know what made my heart suddenly this wild. I tried to normalize it even though I didn't know how to do it myself.

"Sa, you take a shower first" my mother told me. "From yesterday you did not prepare yourself even busy cooking, see they come while you still smell the kitchen"

I looked at my mother who was also looking at me. All this cooking is me who cook it, a little help from mami and bi Siti.

"If I don't fit in, then I can refuse, right?"

"May, but I hope you fit in"

"Let's Kek, come in" That's the sound of a papi, which I heard from the kitchen. My mom and I both turned their eyes towards the living room. I'm sure that Papi is letting them sit. I also heard laughter from Papi, his grandparents and the man I was going to introduce.

I don't know, my mind is empty, there is no Meira and the Emir bang who can protect me because they are still busy with their respective affairs. Bang Emir who is still in the hospital, and returning home will pick up Meira at his campus. As for Bang Azam, he was busy taking care of his young pregnant wife in his new home not far from our home.

"Sa" mami's call jolted me.

"Yes mih"

"Cock daydreaming, scared, nervous or what?"

"More nervous the mih" I hesitated.

"No need to be nervous, first also mamih kayak you, even papi had nolak mami. And accept mommy because grandma used to force papi"

"Emang tradition of soul mate-doh is already custom yes mih?"

"Not really" Sahut mami tried to dodge my words. "Mami ask not to refuse him yes, he's a good boy, an orphan like a mami"

Taking a deep breath, I clenched my lips tightly. I can't say what my mom said, but how can I refuse. Maybe if the night with Aksa I did not go through, I can consider again, but this really cannot be bargained, I must firmly reject it.

"You better get ready, we'll wait at the dinner table"

Once again I took a deep breath, this time while stepping up the stairs. I want to disappear anywhere to avoid them. But how can it be, everything is in sight, there is nothing I can do but face it.

Almost fifteen minutes I took a shower, I deliberately did not take a long shower because they must have been waiting for me.

After being ready and checking the appearance once again through the dressing glass, with a forced step I went out of the room. As I walked down the stairs, my mind was made to float imagining what the man of choice papi and mami, whether the man was also handsome like the stories of matchmaking in the novel world.

Even the night with Aksa was no less want to scramble into my imagination, the man who recently haunted me until I lacked hours of sleep because it always closed his eyes almost in the middle of the night.

Biting the lower lip, my eyes blinked as soon as I realized what I was thinking. A part of me is still trying to deny this event and not wanting to get entangled into the euphoria of the bond that intertwines because of matchmaking. And some think of the surgeon.

As soon as I got downstairs, I stepped into the kitchen. I didn't find the man in the dining room. There was only a papi sitting at the end of the table, facing east, Mami on the side of the table facing north, facing the grandfather and grandmother of the man facing south.

Did the man reject me, but I'm sure it was true that I heard his words when Papi asked him how he was doing.

"Khansa" Call mami, and instantly my heart thumps. "Here son!"

I walked over to the dinner table, before sitting down I grabbed the backs of his grandparents' hands. Wiped it complete with my widened Smile. More like a forced smile.

"Call grandparents only time yes" reply grandmother refused the call sir and mother of Mamih.

"Rubber" said Grandpa. "Let's be more familiar" he continued with a smile.

I was still forcing myself to curl my lips up, but it was also busy normalizing my expression and heart which had been getting crazier.

"Where are you going" I asked when I saw my mom getting up from her seat. I looked up a little because our eyes were out of alignment.

"Mommy wants to grab a soup spoon" Hearing my mother's answer, netraku immediately switched to a container containing rib soup.

"Let me just mih"

"Oh yes" replied the mother who had sat back a few seconds ago.

I rose with a questioning heart, for I still could not see where the man was. My file says that there's no way the man's resisting. He must be here, could be on the phone or going to the toilet.

I hurriedly stepped into the kitchen not far from our dining room, then immediately returned with a spoonful of soup.

I frowned as I continued walking towards the dining table. Not because of anything, but the man was already sitting in the dining chair next to his grandmother. When my steps closer, I was shocked because the shadow of him was like a man who was no stranger to me. He was looking down while playing his phone, and I didn't care about his face.

"This is mih" I said as I thrust the thing I just picked up earlier. Nervousness and cold sweat began to dominate, it can be ascertained my tension must rise.

A second, two seconds, I never thought, and this is totally beyond my expectations. Suddenly I heard a man calling me.

"Khansa" he called as he stood up.

I immediately turned my face to look at it. I was the one who was about to sit down I did because of shock with his appearance.

"You?" I said with a little bit of intonation. I was surprised to be surprised. "Well, are you here?"

"What are you doing here?" askalanya.

"Do you know each other?" the question came out of Papi's mouth.

"He who__" said I and Aksa compact almost simultaneously. And we both hang our words.

I almost said that she was the one who had fucked me in front of mommy papi and her grandparents. And at that moment I realized I couldn't say that. That's why I hung my words. Maybe he'll say the same.

"Don't" I said, shaking my head, looking at him with pleading.

"No" he answered as well, shaking his head. "No" he said, maybe our thinking is the same.

"You're okay, right?" mami asked with a frowning forehead.

"Nothing" I answered.

"Aksa, this is Khansa, daughter of om" for the umth time I was surprised. It turns out he's Aksa.

"Sa, this is Aksa, papi's friend's son. It's good that you know each other" continued papi

I held my breath, because of the trick of the second, my heart seemed to stop beating.

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