The Matchmaker Competition

CHAPTER 12

POV Rian

As a man I was taught to avoid conflict. The point is I always implanted succumb to women. Mother always said that a man is a king, and the king must hear what his queen's heart is. Because the king could not succeed without the intervention of a queen.

That's what I saw how Dad treated mom. Sweet, harmonious and happy. Dad always reported his activities to mom. For me, it's as an initial capital to get a woman's heart. Including about Dira, when Eka said she wanted to introduce her friend, I was not too enthusiastic. But after seeing the person, curiosity sneaked in. From the way he spoke, he was not a woman.

My name is Riandra Prasetyo. I was born as the only child of the happiest married couple, My mother was named Arumi mayangsari, a beautiful woman of Javanese blood and my father was named Teuku Rahadiansyah or those who often call Anca. They were the ones who inspired me to approach Dira. Plus the first time I came home was welcomed kindly by his mother Dira, steady right.

Dira

The girl I just met through Eka, my coworker. Which Eka said, Dira is mature but has not found a partner. After meeting Dira and we went home together. There's a lot of things that I think have in common between the two of us. Dira is not a show-off type, unlike some of the women I have dated. Most of them immediately green their eyes if I bring a car. But not with Dira. With his cool attitude, the girl version of Dira even relaxed when I took a ride on the motorcycle.

Dira

The girl who opened my eyes, not always the girl matre. The girl who pretended to live in a small back alley. Maybe he thinks I'm the guy who sees girls from the material. In reality, I am the opposite. I'm looking for a woman who's not from what she has. But looking for women shows its shortcomings. Physically she was not beautiful, her complexion was yellow, revealing her simple figure. Her dress was not menor.

After the afternoon I invited Dira to his fake house. At night, I came back to the house. A middle-aged woman greeted me at the door of her house.

"If there were, ma'am?" My broom when the owner of the house appears in front of me.

"Actually Dira's house to the left of the alley door." Answer the mother.

"Oh, so this isn't Dira's house, ma'am?"

"No, mas. Where might Dira my son, la wong seedlings bebet and its weight is a bagusan Dira."

"Ah, mom could have been low. I'm pretty too."

"Yes, mom. Thanks for the info, excuse me."

I walked out the alley. How does it feel, huh? In the work of a girl who covers her status as a rich man's child.

Suckin' nysek! Nyesek! I already like Dira.

While hearing the song from RAN titled first glance.

I longed to feel it in my chest

Admire your beauty, dear

I can't say anymore, ha

My mister was still fascinated

Ho-woo, and if one day you were mine

I won't let go of you, oh love

And when time allows me to wait

You, come on!

I guess I'm in love

At first sight

It's hard for me to be able to

Stop admiring herself

This song represents my feelings. Where my heart trembled at the sight of Dira's flatness, where my heart grew curious about Dira's figure after she pranked me.

This morning I showed up at his house. It is not easy to gather this courage. Yes, in the end Dira remained flat.

The welcome is that. His attitude is jutek to ngancem jump from the motor. But I'll just ignore it, he'll shut up. Sure enough, he had been quiet a lot during the trip to his office.

POV Author

"So you weren't angry when I got to you?" Rian shakes.

"Sorry, yeah." Dira still feels bad for lying to Rian about his family status.

Dira and Rian walked around the house complex. Two gender-different human children just walk without staring at each other. Sometimes Rian steals to look at Dira who is still busy himself.

"Dira?"

"Aren't you busy?" Dira just shook his head.

"Hmmmm. I talked to you first, yeah. Permitted what not. Because my sister wants to meet her camer, brother Feri there is a friendship event at her in-laws' house."

"Mey's house, huh?"

"Do you know Mey's sister?"

"Know, Mey's a high school friend of mine in high school."

"That means you're above me, dong."

"Haha .. Mey you're one class, Lo."

"Okay, you know."

"Kan Eka said that he finished in 2010 right. Means we're all in the middle."

"OOO that is."

Rian's impromptu appearance became a heavy scourge for Dira. He was afraid that the man would put his hopes on her. While walking Dira plays her phone and enjoys the cool morning air. The clock has shown at 09:00, Dira and Rian choose to turn back home.

"Thank you, yeah, Dira."

"Make?"

"Make your time to accompany me around the complex."

"I took you, Rian."

"I'm just saying thank you, Ra."

Thank you for filling my heart.

Dira and Rian sat in a food sales stand. Like the original plan was for them to have breakfast.

Familiarity began to flow from the two. There is no awkward feeling about both. Looks like the place they're hanging out from rame. Rian asked Dira to wait while Rian took the bike.

When Rian returned with his bike, Dira immediately climbed behind Rian's back.

"Sorry, yeah. Yesterday I couldn't find you, Dira. I'm home at five in the afternoon. You know my client's paying a huge wage. It could benefit our small business."

"Hmmm .. You're so low, Rian. I see your workplace already has a name. I've heard a lot about your work from Eka. Your EO is often used by big officials. Even Jusuf Kalla once used your services for his grandson."

Dira tucked his admiration into Rian. No tone of speech sounds bragging even though he knows Rian's boss son Eka.

Throughout the trip Dira no longer asked many questions. The journey became quiet. Rian can also focus on carrying two-wheeled vehicles.

Rian glanced at Dira from the rearview mirror of his motorcycle. Sometimes the man floated a smile when he saw Dira staring at the streets. Rian tightened his speed making the woman startled. Inevitably Dira tightened her grip on Rian's stomach.

Not long after they went down in a park. The once frightened Dira began to loosen his grip.

"We've arrived." Rian Sahut.

They finally got off the two wheels. Dira walked towards the cilok brothers who were running.

"The cross is five thousand. Don't use peanuts, bang. Love saos just as ketchup." Order Dira while sitting in a plastic chair prepared by my brother.

"Dian!" Call Dira.

Rian came to Dira who was already holding a package of lizards.

"Want to?" Rian shakes.

He was not anti-same food, just seeing Dira eating greedily made Rian feel full.

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