The Matchmaker Competition

CHAPTER 119

JUNA POV

Love sometimes doesn't know when it's coming. Not knowing when to greet the owner of the heart. When love has greeted anyone will not be able to avoid. Even if dodging to the end of the world would definitely still meet as well.

If only we knew who would be a match. Perhaps there will be no such thing as looking for a partner, passing through several phases of recognition, compatibility with each other, and through the stage of marriage.

I don't know when to feel this. But the one thing I know, I always wanted to protect her. Although at that time I was also already adrift to another figure. The wall between us was very strong at the time. But my dindingku on the sweet figure is not even distant. Is it a sign that she and I (Delia) are not a match? I don't know. I didn't think too much about that either. I was just trying to take her heart when she was with my sister. But I didn't know anyone was sick with Delia. I also do not know that what makes him always taut is my insensitivity.

Delia

He was actually a good boy in my eyes. He never demanded anything too much when we were engaged. It's just that again the wall made us feel there was a distance. Not for us, but for me. I also want to be like the other couple can walk together. Can be romantic together, without anyone arranging this.

The weakness of our relationship is one. Her father was too involved. Yes, Delia is still the duty of her parents. As long as I haven't married her it's a sign she's still in her parents' rights.

But relationships have privacy, too. I also want to have quality time for Delia. Unfortunately Delia was too dependent on her papa. His movements are also still arranged by his papa. I got hit too. Whatever I do must follow his papa's rules. Even though Delia was in college in London, I still felt like a puppet of the family.

Precisely, when her papa asked me to leave the company Aunt Dewi. That was the beginning of my destruction as a man. I feel like a robot who will follow their will. And my decision is only one. I have to end this. And that moment my feelings for Delia also ended.

Dira

Since childhood he has always relied on me in every way. One of them when people mocked him because his skin was quite dark. But actually she is sweet, especially when she is smiling. He's getting sweeter looking.

Dira and I have been close since childhood. We are always together when we play. Dira even often stayed at my house while still at school. If he and ayu do the task, or he asks for help as I teach you subjects that are difficult to understand.

I never refused when he asked to do a masterpiece. I also never refused when he asked to be escorted in search of duty materials. From childhood,.Dira was not close to his two brothers. Feri is too busy with his world, let alone him since High School join a sports club that takes up his time. Although I know that it's her job to forget Tina, her first love. That's why I can understand when Feri is rarely at home. How about vira, as far as I know because they are so far old, then Vira also has a life of her own.

I don't know why everyone hurts Dira, my heart hurts. The woman I've considered to be like my own sister is often hurt by her partner. When SMP there was a school friend approaching Dira. By all means he captivated me. Unfortunately, Dira did not respond to his friend. I heard from Ayu that the guy seems to be hurt and wants to make calculations with Dira. So that's when Dira came home from school I waited for the young man from the school gate.

And it's true. The young man tried to block Dira in front of the school gate. Me and my friend just pulled Dira into the car. While he was in the car I again gave the young man the calculation so as not to disturb Dira.

"You think I don't know what you want to do with Dira? Huh!" I met the young man far from the reach of the school.

"Are you ready, Dira? sokan came to me!" the young man was neither afraid nor afraid.

"I'm Dira's sister! what do you want!"

"Haaah! his brother is a bodyguard! pity Dira in kuntit ama his brother, already big!"

THE PLAAAAK!

"You know who my parents are!" the young man said as if he did not accept my anger.

And a few days later I did not hear the continued threat of the young man. I guess he just threatened. Ayu said her friend was just a market thug kid. Not the son of a high official who can use his power. Yes, it could be that he was afraid because Dira was among the capable children in his class.

Back to the present day. I'm still Juna's protector to Dira. We love our suffering together even if it's just a friendship. Until the moment I sensed that Delia had no news, all her family were silent about Delia's news. There I feel down, I feel if all this time only I've been trying to Delia. It wasn't Delia who was fighting for me either. I don't know if I've been spilling my feelings on Dira a lot. Until that feeling comes on its own.

And now the woman in front of me is officially my wife. The woman who waited for me for a long time welcomed her feelings. The woman who loves me is small.

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Juna laid his body on the bed. Waiting for his wife who has been in the bathroom for a long time. Not sure what the woman did, Juna just guessed Dira was still groggy on their first night. Juna also did not want to force his wife to pay if it was not ready. Is not their love bound? of course he can do it anytime.

Chequek!

The bathroom door was open. Dira only wears after a short nightgown. His hands were still rubbing his wet hair. Dira felt her hair itch because she was wearing a modern bun. Dira a little understand how to melt the former masakan. Because she had studied makeup with the late Meyra, her sister-in-law.

"Mas" she saw her husband lying on the bridal bed.

"Yes, baby." Juna got up from the bed.

"Aren't you cleaning first? your body smells like sweat. You haven't prayed, have you?"

"Emang still has time? what time is it?" Juna glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Mas, the time of day is long until dawn. So you can still pray. Do not neglect the time, mas.limit the last prayer isa only until 12 pm. It's still half an eleven night. There's still time."

"My wife is the best." Juna clasped both of Dira's cheeks.

"Not much talking. Quickly clean yourself. I'm waiting for." Dira pulls her husband's body out of bed. Juna deliberately burdens his body so that Dira falls into his body.

"Come, mas. Prayer!"

BRUUUUU!

Surely Dira's body was above Juna. Dira quickly moved away from her husband. Juna's hand held him until Dira sat on her husband's thigh. Juna stroked Dira's hair from top to bottom. His wife's hair covered her neck. Juna swallowed his saliva. Can't wait to take a beautiful body of his wife.

Dira forgot to ask her husband to pray. He had even forgotten that he was wudhu. His body resigned as Juna pulled his chin, tasting his lips, Dira's hands coiled around Juna's neck. Now his body is on the bed.

"Dira, I want it."