Stuck in Matchmaking

2. First meeting

At dawn, the three famous handsome surgeons, boarded a plane from Makasar to Jakarta. Upon arrival at Soekarno-Hatta airport, they separated because they would return to their respective homes.

The sound of music from the car amplifier accompanied Aksa's journey to the house.

The man exhaled a long breath along with the speed of the car that slowed down due to being trapped by the red light.

"Hufftt" he complained softly, after pulling the handbrake after the car stopped. The elbow of his right hand rests on the window of the door on the right, while the palm of his hand covers the nose down.

While waiting for the lights to change color, suddenly there was a slightly loud bang from behind.

Braakk....!

Seconds his pair of eyes glanced towards the side rearview, then quickly his hand moved to open the car door.

He gave a code to the driver who had run him over to pull over.

Until when the lights turn green, Aksa pulls the gear lever and drives his car to the side of the road, followed by a car that crashes behind him.

Shortly after the car stopped, he turned off the engine and rushed out of the car. Moving his legs back, his gaze fell on the part of the car that was slightly scratched and the sign lamp in a state of rupture. Then he turned his gaze to the figure of the woman who had just come out of the car.

Aksa stared at how beautiful the woman before him was. Wearing a dress slightly below the knee, in a black double suit that looks simple but still elegant. His face looked panicked and scared.

"Sorry mas" said Khansa without looking at him, because his eyes took turns scanning for scratches on Aksa's car and his car.

Ignoring her apology, Aksa still stared at Khansa's performance from top to bottom. Especially when the net caught his thin lips, making Aksa as if he could not resist eating them. Ah, outrageous indeed, this woman is really capable of hypnotizing herself.

"Once again I apologize" Khansa said a second time, and immediately made Aksa aware of the daydream.

"If driving look towards the front" Aksa finally made a sound after a while and then drifted into her mind. "For a distance of at least two meters" he added flat and without Expression.

"Especially if driving while daydreaming, the danger is not only for you, but for others as well"

"Yes I'm sorry, I was wrong"

"Then what about my car?"

Instead of answering Aksa's question, Khansa was busy opening the bag, her hands were like moving looking for something inside.

"This is my business card" Khansa said, handing out ID-sized papers. "I will be responsible, you can send the cost of repairing your car to the home address, or you can send a message to my mobile number"

"Other times be careful, don't put yourself at risk" he said after receiving a business card, then turned around and entered his car.

When he was sitting in the steering wheel, Aksa stared at the business card known to its owner as Khansa Laura Dhaniswara. He drove his car back to the road home. Leaving the still silent Khansa gripped as Aksa glanced at her through the rearview.

Khansa, meanwhile, continued to stare at the luxury car that seemed to be getting smaller from his view.

****

The clock on the dashboard had almost pointed to the number ten when the car that Aksa was driving approached the fence of the grandfather's house.

Upon arrival at home, there was already Rudito's grandfather waiting on the terrace while reading the newspaper. There was a cup of coffee and a plate of spring rolls accompanying grandfather this morning.

Getting out of the car, Aksa immediately stepped into the back of the car opening the luggage door, then took out a suitcase filled with clothes during service outside the city. Closing back, he pulled the suitcase and set foot toward his grandfather.

The man of about seventy years old seemed to be commenting on a faint smile as soon as he saw the grandson walking towards him.

"Assalamu'alaikum cake?" said gently.

folding the newspaper, grandfather put it on the table and answered the greeting while receiving a helping hand Aksa who would kiss the back of his hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. You finally came home, son"

"Loh, my promise is to go home to cake"

"Yes-yes" Grandpa Rudito replied, they both stepped into the house. "How are you doing there?"

"He's going to Aunt Ami's house"

Aksa smiled in response to her grandfather's words. "How is the cake company?, I have no news from Dawn about the office?"

"It's a little neglected, but Grandpa forbade Dawn to tell you, because grandpa knew you must be very busy"

"Sorry cake"

"Don't you promise grandpa?"

Instead of responding to his apology, Rudito's grandfather said the thing that made Aksa confused, and that second also the man with thick eyebrows looked at his grandfather full of stickiness.

"Promise what's cake for?" he wondered, now they were sitting on the sofa in the middle room, with eyes looking at each other.

"Disconnect with a Cecilia, Grandpa and grandma don't like her, she's not a good woman for you. Anyway" Grandpa hung up his sentence for a moment, then returned to his voice. "Grandmother does not want to face difficult situations because of the media. Cecilia is an Aksa artist, seeing his behavior, must be his life in a circle that is not good, and certainly never separated from the gossip of the netizens"

"Grandmother never tried to get to know her more closely, that's why you don't know her real character"

"But still, grandparents do not want to have a daughter-in-law from among celebrities"

Taking a deep breath, Aksa felt a dilemma at the request of her grandfather and grandmother. One side he still loves Secilia, but the news of him staying with a man at the hotel makes him want to step back from a relationship that has been established for more than two years.

The promise of Sesilia who will not accept a contract from the production management after the contract runs out, in fact until now it has always been extended. Making it more frustrating, plus the blessing of grandparents who still have not been able to support, the more difficult it is for Aksa to step on a more serious relationship.

"I'm going to the cake room first"

"Hmm" Grandpa Rudito said as he nodded his head.

Aksa walked towards the stairs, while grandfather's brown eyes, did not escape staring at his back that was getting away.

"It seems like grandfather was right, I should indeed cut off my relationship with the Cecilia". Aksa sat down while climbing the stairs "I've been trying to cover up Cecilia's bad behavior in front of grandfather, but it seems that my efforts have been in vain. The woman was completely unwilling to give up her career as a public figure. Instead of trying to take the hearts of grandparents to ask for blessing, he was even more busy raising his popularity" to get to the door of the room, until he got to the door, aksa's hand turned the door handle and then pressed the switch button to turn on the light.

Dropping the body weight on the mattress, both hands Aksa stretched with a focused view staring at the ceiling of the room.

"I have to talk to the Cecilians" Aksa muttered and folded her hands for a cushion under her head. "if she wants to break her current employment contract, then I decide to marry her soon, I'm old enough to get married"

Busy with thoughts about Caecilia, to no longer be able to open eyes that seemed to demand to be immediately closed. Slowly his consciousness disappeared along with the clock that continued to spin nonstop.

Aksa was asleep for almost two hours, until the ringing of the phone rang, inevitably the man had to open his eyes and pick up a phone call from a confidant.

"Yes Jar, what's wrong?"

"I heard from the great sir Aksa has arrived at the house"

"Yes, about two hours ago, what's going on?"

"So sir, I just got the information that Miss Sesil is going on a tour to Singapore"

"Oh yeah?" His mouth was complete with a frowning forehead "When exactly?"

"Date Five months ahead sir"

"That means one more week?"

"Rubber sir. And I'm sorry that's all I can tell you, the rest of it includes the company, I'll tell you in the office"

"Okey, thanks Jar"

Moving up, Aksa persisted staring at the screen of the phone that was still brightly lit. After a few seconds, he put it back on the nightstand, then walked to the bathroom to clean himself up.

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