The Matchmaker Competition

CHAPTER 123

After Mama Dewi returned to Jakarta together with Vira. While Feri has gone home first. Dira and Juna go home to Han opa. Meanwhile Dira accompanied Juna who still had work in Bengkulu.

While opa Han is also still in Bengkulu because many projects must be completed. Juna who always accompanied his grandfather-in-law, although he knew more and more scorn that led to him.

After stripping off the status of single and starting a married life, surely many changes will be experienced by Dira and Juna. Of course, all those differences become one of the processes in order to adjust to each other, once again.

Because Dira has been instilled by Mama Dewi for the discipline of time. So there is currently no surprise for dawn.

At 05:00, Dira woke up from her nightly squabble. Hands holding his stomach which he felt was still painful.

After the night they went through, the night surrendered itself completely, as an obligation to her husband. The woman sat down on a dresser chair. This is the fourth night she returned to fulfill her duties to her husband. Though it has not lost its pain on the first night a few days ago.

Her smile expanded as she watched her husband fall asleep. Still can't believe that the man in front of her is already her husband. It was like a dream in broad daylight. But this is not a dream. Dira enters the bathroom, cleans up. His steps are still a little bit limped.

On the second day after we lived together. Dira began to cook for her husband. Yes, even though he was only used to cooking fried rice. Juna never protested with Dira cuisine.

"Mas," Dira started a conversation with her husband.

"Yes, baby."

"What time will you be home? what's it gonna be like?"

"Not yet to know, anyway. I follow the opa schedule. So yeah I can't go home at what time."

"But not until night, right? sorry,mas. Last night I felt like this house had its magic. At dawn I am going to be in the kitchen. The kitchen door knocks.

I'm afraid, Mas.want to wake you up. You're home almost midnight."

"I'm sorry, honey. At the beginning of our marriage I left you alone at home. I promise after this business is over I'll take some time for you. To my beloved wife." Juna stroked Dira's cheek.

"Eat, Mas. Go home don't kayak last night. I fear. Did I say the same opa to reduce your schedule."

"Ra, please. Yesterday I told you never to use power. I don't like that."

"But, I'm your wife too. Opa is mentang he who has a company but casually compress your schedule. You know, I'll just go home with my mom." Dira went into the room shutting the door hard.

Juna just relaxed his breath. This is the fourth day of their status as husband and wife. The second day as a couple married and lived together.

Juna approached the door. It's eight in the morning. While another hour he had a meeting with one of the sugar cane movers in Bengkulu.

"Darling to go first, huh?"

Juna was still standing in front of the room door. He waited for a few moments to glance at the clock.

"Honey, it's a sin to be a husband. Yasudah, I'm going first, yeah." Juna left their bedroom door.

Before long Dira heard the sound of a very loud motorbike. Dira saw a man come out of his fence wearing a helmet. In his guess Juna had already left for work.

Dira refused to leave the room. He chose to lay his body on the bed.

"Sorry, Mas. If I was childish. I don't like you working. I just want you to have a little time."

Dira got up from his bed. With a slight limp she opened the door of her room. No one, she immediately cleaned her husband's eating scars.

Dira felt a hand coiling around his waist. With greed the owner of the hand enjoyed the beauty of his neck. Dira did not protest, only she felt amused by her husband's ignorance.

"Darling, sorry if at the beginning of our marriage I was busy with work. Yes, I know it should be time for both of us. But I have to be professional. I don't want to be on the same stamp with people."

"I'm sorry too, Mom. Because of my childish demeanor, as if it doesn't understand your current position."

"You're not at work?"

"So I asked him for permission from Opa. Today I want quality time with you."

"Opa let it go, right?" Juna nodded.

"Where are we going, Mas."

"Secret," said Juna while holding back laughter at Dira's curiosity.

"Don't you throw me out. Looking for a new wife."

"If allowed?"

"Aawwwwww..pity hurts." Juna felt pain when Dira pinched his stomach.

"Rubber!" his lips.

"We've arrived." Juna dropped Dira off the car. Still in curious mode, Dira heard the sound of very strong waves.

"Where is this, Mas? the sea? you want something weird. I'm definitely going to be in Cemplungin."

"Yes, baby, you are so hard. Why am I dancing again."

"Yes, Mas. His name's a male brain, like papa."

Juna held Dira's hand tightly. The man knew that Dira was afraid to fall in love because she saw the traitor of her papa.

"I'm not your dad, baby. I am Arjuna Bramantyo who will take care of you wholeheartedly. I am Arjuna Bramantyo who will love you all my life."

Juna opened Dira's blindfold. The man asked his wife to come to the suspension bridge in the middle of the sea.

"Mas, where is this?" ask Dira.

"This is called the holy river beach. Here is famous for the same reef breaking waves. Let's go there." take Juna.

Dira holds Juna's hand. His whole life he had only first climbed a suspension bridge. Especially with the waves that can hit the bridge. "Mas, fear."

"Relax baby, as long as there's me, you'll be safe."

Dira and Juna were finally able to cross the suspension bridge.

Hearing the sound of waves crashing alternately hit the cliff and the whistling of birds flying to and fro. Make the suansana so calm like natural music that calms the soul.

Not only the suspension bridge, visitors can enjoy the beauty of this beach by relaxing in the lodges available around this beach.

"Sepi, Mas?"

"It's not a weekend. So quiet, but not delicious. If it's quiet like this can romance both."

"Mas, what are you doing?"

"Close your eyes, dear."

Dira closed her eyes at her husband's request.

The byuuuuur!

The roll of waves hit the outskirts of the hut, where Juna and Dira were standing. Their wet bodies became a sensation in itself, Juna glued Dira's body closer. For a moment they looked at each other. They let off laughter as they realized their bodies were soaking wet. Even the impact of the waves also left sand on their bodies.

As if he did not care about the body that was soaked, Juna increasingly stared intensely at the face of the wife.Get her chin Dira and put a soft kiss on the lips of the woman he loved.

The waves in the ocean, like a test of love that they might take. The story of the struggle is full of tears. The story they will tell their grandchildren later. By loving each other, loving each other, accepting each other's advantages and disadvantages. They are sure that the ark of love will never be shipwrecked even in a big wave.

...And I thank you for the matchmaking competition. Because it brought us both closer....

...~ Dira and Juna~...

...EXPIRE...