The Matchmaker Competition

The Matchmaker Competition
CHAPTER 52



"Dira, where's Rian? mama's talking to him."


"I don't know, ma." Answer Dira.


"Yes, you follow dong. It could be her in her room."


Dira lazily follows Rian to her future husband's room


Chequek!


Dira was about to open the door to coincide with Juna who was about to come out. Their eyes collided with each other for a long time. For a moment he realized he did not want to drag on in taste.


Dira put his head on the door leaf to check on Rian. Because the one he was looking for was not in his room choosing to go back to the dining room.


"Ma." The baritone voice called out to him.


"Yes." Yeah." Dira answered without turning his body


"Please, dong. I'm going to the dining room." Juna is still walking and still feeling pain.


"If you can still wake up it's still a sign of being able to." Answer Dira ketus.


"From now on we are strangers." Answer Dira.


"Why? why are you so stubborn, Ra? Why are you so proud to admit your feelings."


"Because there's no such feeling." Reply Dira loudly.


" tell me when I look at me that I don't love me."


Dira turned his body towards Arjuna. His hand folded under his chest.


"I'm not a runaway, Juna. I know that Brother Juna approached me because Delia had no news in a year.


brother thinks I'm a fool to accept a man who's upset!"


"But I really love you, Ra." Juna's voice shrieked.


"From now on I ask you not to disturb my life anymore. Assume we don't know each other. It's better to respect each other's partners."


"What the hell are you, Ra? Okay, if you don't have any feelings for me. I'm sincere! I understand the feeling of not being forced. But we can still be like before. Where you think of me as your brother.


Ever since you were with Rian, you changed, Ra. You're getting away from brother.okay, you understand that you're keeping Rian's feelings in check. But that makes you sure! You love me not Rian!"


Dira just melengos leaving Arjuna alone in front of Rian's room.


"You're a mess, baby."


"I'll take a shower, yeah. Let it be fresh." Rian felt bad.


Because Dira behaves like that in front of people in the dining room. Rian felt disinclined at the guests in his villa.


Rian said goodbye to his guests for a bath to clean themselves. It justifies some car tools, making it look straw.


Arjuna was sitting in the dining chair. Delia prepared a plate of rice for her future husband. Arjuna's gaze circulated to all corners of the dining table. Some of them seem to be engrossed in their gadgets.


"We're making a yuk game! It's an honesty test." Arjuna tried to melt the atmosphere.


"Games?" A little with juna's idea.


"Yes. There's a bottle. If it plays later it should answer the question." Juna Sahut.


"Later play, mending you eat first, deh." cut off Dewi.Jun


For a moment they enjoyed the dishes that were in plain sight. Satria praised the cuisine that was thought to be made by Mama Dewi.


"Great son, aunt." Puji Satria's.


"Yes, this dong isn't mama's cooking. But made by brother Dira. I love cooking these days. The result did not disappoint. Look at Brother Juna eating it greedily."


Juna, who was named, stopped his activities. There is a bad taste when it becomes a testimony ingredient. Delia cleaned up the food marks that were stuck around Arjuna's mustache.


Rian appeared after finishing cleaning himself up. His face looks fresh and handsome. Dira opened a chair for her future husband. Then give rice to the pair of grilled fish.


"That's a tasting dong." Dira feeds a piece of grilled fish into Rian's mouth. Dira uttered loudly in front of Delia and Arjuna.


"Enak, who?" Dira was still waiting for Rian's reaction.


"So much, that." Rian gave a thumbs up towards Dira.


"You are the ideal wife, baby. Smart cook, sholehah, the good girl is just perfect for you.I love you more." Rian anchored the kiss to Dira's forehead.


"Ehmmmm. Mama's still here, lo." Sahut mama Goddess.


Adzan maghrib mellifluous. Calling people to perform three rakaat prayers. All those in the villa prepare themselves for prayer.


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