The Age Different Pairs

Chapter 01's

"WHAT!!?"

Maharani Rezkina kicked off her father's desk, which had just delivered the silliest news of her life. Staring at the middle-aged man with the status as his 'father' was clingy as if what he said was the worst thing.

"Papa seriously, Ra," said the middle-aged man, "you will be betrothed to the son of one of Papa's work relations. You know the Alexander Group, right? They agreed to marry their only son to you."

The 24-year-old and fashionable-dressed woman ruffled her waist and stared intently at the father.

"Pa, I know I'm 24, I don't have a boyfriend yet, and I'm focusing on the last festival in my department" she said, "but I have a reason why I rejected all the candidates that Papa offered me: I want to focus on the job I'm going to get after I graduate."

"Papa knows, Ra. But, it's an emergency."

"An emergency for the company, right? Why didn't Papa tell Darren to marry Lisa, anyway? They've been dating for over ten years, but still stuck in place." Rara Cibir.

The papa sighed. He looked at the youngest child. It seems convincing a Rezkina Empress would be more troublesome than convincing one company to cooperate with them.

***

After getting an explanation many times from her father, Rara came out of her work room with a repulsive hold. She slammed the door of her room in a loud voice and sat down on the chair in front of her dressing table. Although she was currently upset and wanted to curse at the people who triggered her anger, Rara still knew herself not to damage her belongings, let alone all of them were the result of her own sweat.

Rara's eyes stared at the large photo displayed near the glass cabinet where the trophies and awards she received from childhood until now. The awards are proof that even though she is the daughter of one of the three largest company owners in Indonesia, she has abilities that only she has among her family.

The photo he was looking at was a photo of his mother wearing a white wedding dress. Her mother, Liliana Rezkina, is one of the most admired women of all time. Not only was she a gentle mother and was able to be firm in her hour of need, but also a woman who would not allow a man to conquer her, until her father had succeeded in gaining her mother's heart.

Exhaling loudly, Rara stood up and approached the photo.

"Ma," he said softly, "ayangin, Ma, Rara are betrothed. How would you feel when you hear this, huh? Will Mama support Rara to refuse this matchmaking, huh?"

Rara lowered her head and shook her head.

However, no matter how hard he revolted, ultimately his father would win. And Rara certainly can only resign to the decisions made by him. If her mother was still alive, maybe her father would rethink the decision to marry Rara.

And that, of course, is just a dream.

***

Once again, Rara's face had to be bent tonight because it turned out that unbeknownst to her, her father had designed a dinner show at their house and she was told to dress up as beautifully as possible.

Rara refused, but as soon as she was promised to go to France for a whole month before she returned to college, she was willing to follow her father's wishes.

And now, in her own dark blue dress, she waits in the living room reading her favorite fashion magazine.

He had just turned the next page when a servant told him that his guest had arrived.

Rara's eyes then turned towards the man standing behind the middle-aged man.

Waw. Good looking at guys.

The man standing behind his father's friend had a very handsome face, almost close to being pretty. His body is tall and a bit thin although it can not be said to be thin dry as well. His hair is colored brown and makes him look more handsome.

If you know her future husband will be this handsome, Rara should not refuse.

But...

Rara frowned. There was something strange about that guy. I don't know what makes her look weird in Rara's eyes, but she's sure that guy's weird...

"Ah, Ra, come here for a second."

Her father called her and Rara walked over.

Now, upon close attention, the face of his father's friend was rather firm. So is the man who Rara believes is his son and his candidate later.

"Well, this is Rara. Albert, you remember that little girl you used to give chocolate to every time you came here, right?" father says.

The man named Albert laughed, then greeted Rara, whom he replied with a smile.

"Ah, Alvin, here."

His name was Alvin...

The man came forward and stood beside his father. He patted the guy's shoulder. Rara looked at him and had to raise her head because the guy was taller than her who only had a height of 155 cm.

"He's Alviano, my only son." Albert said, "Come, say hello to Rara. Even if she's your future wife, she's older than you, Vin."

"He?"

Rara blinked looking at Albert and his son in turn.

"Anu... Am I older?" tanya Rara pointed to herself.

Alvin extended his hand towards Rara.

"My name is Alviano Alexander, I'm in 3rd grade High School. And I'm also your future husband, brother." Said the guy.

"... eighteen years!!?"