The Matchmaker Competition

CHAPTER 137

This afternoon it rained a little. Rain as the opening day of August. Juna is still in Jakarta, until now has not been cleared to return to Lembang.

Dira's whining asks her to stay close to him. Since one month of pregnancy Dira. His wife became more spoiled.

Since she was pregnant, Dira has stayed away from the kitchen. He said he was dizzy with the smell of gas and fragrances in the kitchen. Juna guessed their son. Men rarely like it in the kitchen. But whatever it is. Juna received what God gave him. Men want women the same.

"Where are you going?" tanya Dira saw her husband was neat when it was past Ashar.

"So opa said she wanted to see Feri. talk about the lawsuit against Feri's case."

"I'm coming, yeah." Dira flounders spoiled near her husband.

"Don't dong, baby. You just stay home and rest. Yes, son. Your mother's getting spoiled longer." Juna rubbed Dira's stomach.

"It's papa's son." Dira answered as if his son had answered.

"Mama's son too." Juna is flicking his wife's life.

"Of course it's our son, gold." Dira further tightened his armband.

"Well, if you want to come. Get ready, I'll wait downstairs." Juna kissed his wife's forehead and walked out of the room.

Juna's eyes looked at the room across. The room he used to occupy during the Junior High to adulthood. His memories while teaching Dira make PR mathematics. Dira is indeed weak in the field of IPA and mathematics.

"Honey, I'm lazy everywhere."

Juna frowned. His wife was whining to come, now she changed her mind. Juna relaxes his breath, is this one of the behavior of pregnant women, it could be.

"Yes, you accompany me downstairs. Poor opa waiting." Dira and Juna go downstairs. Still spoiled fashion 25-year-old woman as if not to be separated from her husband.

"Bumil bucin base," said Vira who was amused to see her brother.

"Den, this is kikil rendang, favorite food den Feri." suddenly aunt came while giving a bushel.

"Auntie made it?" aunt nodded.

"Thank you, Bi. still remembers Feri's favorite." Juna took the bushel from aunt's hand.

Moments later, Juna picked up the phone from Jamal.

"Yes, mal."

"Oh yeah, congratulations, yeah. Hope you're accepted by Tina's proposal."

"Sorry, mal I can't accompany. You see, I'm not good, they are now the opponent of the sister-in-law case. Anyway I pray you're accepted."

"Who, mas?"

"That's the Jamal I used to live in. He wants to propose to his heart. He asked me to come, but the girl now lives at Meyra's. Moreover, our case is again opposite to theirs." Juna story.

"We're leaving for the night." Opa Han reminded about their departure plans.

Juna and Opa Han arrived at the courtyard. The rain was getting heavier, many people were running around looking for shelter.

Arriving at the washcloth, they entered the hall. Before entering the room Juna jenguk stop by at the mini market next to the office washroom. His feet stopped seeing two children whining to ask his favorite food to be bought.

The mother of the child is still trying to persuade her child not to fuss. The reason is simple, the child just came home from the dentist. Of course, the mother forbids her child sweet food.

(In Juna's imagination)

In Juna's view the figure was Dira. Where the three of them enter the mini market to shop. Dira looks beautiful with a long-sleeved shirt and silk skirt below the knee.

Still in the whimper the boy asked to buy chocolate.

"Mom I want chocolate" whined the boy.

"Don't kid, you're new to the doctor.mom buy cheese bread, huh?"

Juna went straight to his son, then carried him. "It's new from the doctor." persuaded Juna.

"Here papa look at Brother." Juna took his son outside the store. Seeing people passing by.

"Don't look at that grandma over there." Juna pointed at a grandmother sitting near the mini market.

"Yes, pah."

"Don't know, the grandmother had complained about not being able to eat. Because his teeth are not strong. Because when he was a kid he liked to eat sweet. Brother has no teeth." his son shook his head.

"I don't want to be toothless."

"Yeah, we're home, it's done."

The three of them left the mini market. Like happy families they go hand in hand.

"Mas Juna," said Jaka his assistant Opa Han.

"Oh yeah, sorry you waited, yeah.Yuk we go to the washroom." Juna left the mini market accompanied by Jaka.

For a while they were already sitting opposite Feri. Opa Han saw his grandson very thin after a week in the washroom.

"Please be honest with opa, what's really going on."

Feri looked down not daring to look at Opanya. He had indeed destroyed Glen with a photo of the man's activities in clubbing. But for further destruction it is not him.

"You being silent means you are right. Disappointed with you, son. You didn't forget about the collapse of the company because of your papa."

"Sorry, opa." Feri didn't dare cut opa's speech.

"You know that the Amran family will take this case to the green table. Opa was ashamed of the late Triawan. Just as our friendship was ruined because of his successors."

"At that time Feri did not know that it still belonged to the family of papa Amran. All I know is that the company is in Glen's hands. That'sthat's all. Ferries are not alone, opa. I'm helping Mr. Shahab."

"Shab again!" the opa sound is rising.

Juna sees Han's opa rage when Feri mentions the host's name. I don't know if there's a deep hatred for the owner of that name. Juna doesn't understand much either.

"Opa, patience. This is the building. Remember the health of opa." Jaka calms his superior.

"Why every problem there is always a Shabab involved. When our company was on the edge. You asked Shahab. It's not me, do you not consider me a family anymore." a disappointed tone sounded from the middle-aged man.

clique

In a simple house. A man was standing at the door. Wearing a batik shirt, the man braved to knock on the door. Along with the great determination he had, he came alone.

Assalamualaikum says.

The man greeted the owner of the house with a greeting. Before long it seemed a middle-aged woman opened the door. A friendly welcome was received.

"Eh, Jamal's son." Amran welcomed his guests in a friendly manner.

"Yes, um. Sorry if my arrival tonight is disturbing." Jamal started the core conversation.

"What's wrong, Jamal's son coming up at night like this."

"Bismillah. Mr. Amran I came here with good intentions. I'm here to ask your permission to apply for Tina."

Amran and his wife looked at each other. For a moment their smiles were engraved. "I agree that you are married to Tina." said Amran.

His wife was surprised by her husband's decision.it should have been discussed with Tina. Because the one who will undergo is Tina.

"Papa don't make any decisions. We haven't asked Tina for her opinion."

"No, ma. Like it or not Tina has to."