The Matchmaker Competition

The Matchmaker Competition
CHAPTER 70



"assalamualaikum"


The sound of greeting calling in front of the residence house Johan Bramantyo.


A young girl dressed in Muslim clothes was standing at the door. The girl was standing with a couple who were still around their 30s.


Chequek!


The door of the Bramantyo family residence was wide open.


"Of Juna!" Scream the girl.


Juna looked at the girl who was still ABG shouting her name. The girl ran to hug her dear.


"Cindy?" Juna looked at the girl named Cindy from top to bottom.


"Yes, it's Cindy." Cheerful saith.


"Jeez, it's a big ponakan."


"Oh, it's a big one. Cindy just finished high school, um."


"Well, I missed dong. You never go to the place."


"Where else, om. Every Cindy plays to the house om, must be entrusted with Oma Dewi. Cindy sleeps and brings her home. It's not good if we play at home eh even tititipkan same neighbor." said Cindy.


Juna scratched his non-itchy head. Back when Cindy was still in SD, she often took her parents to play at home. Even Reyza, his cousin, often leave Cindy if there is business out of town.


If Juna has a task, Cindy is often entrusted with Aunt Dewi, her mother Dira. Cindy can play with Vira. Sometimes also familiar with Dira, often sleeping in Dira's room.


Now her little girl is transformed into a beautiful figure. Even more beautiful than Delia or Dira. Maybe because he was young.


Cindy is the daughter of her cousin Reyza. Reyza's mother and Juna's biological cousin. So their family relationships are very close. From what Juna heard Reyza long awaited the presence of his baby. So that when Cindy was born, all the family spoiled the little girl. But Juna salutes, even though Cindy's pampered is not high-hearted. He is still being nice to others.


"Yes, God. You're already big, baby." Johan ruffled the head of his grandson.


"Opa, don't be randomized. I'll mess up my hijab." Cindy Protest.


"Your God, Cindy. You wear a hijab to make Lebaran doang." Nela, Cindy's mother.


"Om, move here, huh?" Cindy asked as she chewed the biscuits in a jar shamelessly.


"Yes, why?"


"It's okay. Poor Aunt Dira dong."


"Well, what happened to Auntie Dira?"


"Om not sensitive, yes! Auntie Dira often ngintipin om from behind the balcony."


"Om, I used to play with Vira until second grade Junior High. Sister Vira often takes me to walk, sometimes sleeping in the room of sister Dira. that's why I know? if brother Dira is often asked his friend to make a letter to Kak Juna."


"Letter?


"Yes, a letter to you. I myself saw Aunt Dira nulis. I'm still in sixth grade, Aunt Dira is still in college."


"Juna," Call her mama.


"Yes, ma," Juna greeted his mother and approached the woman who had given birth to him.


"here, son. Mama wants to say something important to you." Juna sat in the kitchen next to his mother.


"What's up, ma?"


"Juna, if you had your mama tell you this, would you not mind? It's about indebtedness and a nut guy forgets his skin. I'm sorry, son, mom always looked at someone based on what his family was like. Mama forgot, if there are more meritorious than Mr. Shahab. You know, your dad used to be a warehouse clerk at a sugar factory.


Her boss was so good, so good she paid for a good hospital admin when mom gave birth to you. He also put you in a good kindergarten in Jakarta.


It's just that, your father is tempted by the lure of capital from someone, namely his grandfather Delia. Moreover, Mr. Abdullah Shahab is your papa's schoolmate. So they've been friends from High School to college, even though your father knows that Shahab's master, his grandfather Delia, is a business rival to your papa boss.


When you were Kindergarten, your superior grandson was born. He also had the intention to match you when you grow up.


Juna, Mama heard Dira's been proposed to another man. If you offer Delia again, you're afraid you'll refuse. If, if you are difficult to reach Dira, will you know the granddaughter of your former papa superiors. Mama leave this choice to you, Juna. Mama will not force if you meet the figure and reject it. Mama's just afraid you're sick when she finds out Dira's married to another man."


Juna was silent to his mother's story. There is a sense of pain considering Dira has linked Rian to be her husband. But Juna believes that Dira does not love Rian completely, Juna believes that Dira also has the same taste as him. Why is he so sure? After hearing the testimony from Cindy, Juna felt that she got a fresh breeze to get Dira's love.


"Ma, all this time Juna always obeyed my mother's wishes. Juna did like Delia when she was in High School, but now Juna realized. Juna was actually fascinated by her beauty. One that Juna realized since Juna was close to Delia our family was arranged by Mr. Shahab.


Juna dating with Delia must follow the rules of Mr. Shahab, the young man who told Aunt Dewi to fire Juna because he would put Juna on the plantation. Juna had heard Oka objected to the position chosen by his father. The position that Mr. Shahab would give to Juna. Than Juna entered in the tempest of their families. Better Juna back off, ma."


Juna's mother was shocked to hear his son's statement. As if she still does not believe the behavior of her husband's superiors.


"Son, you're a big boy. Know what is good and what is bad. Mama's just afraid you're disappointed if you expect from Dira. If he likes you. He won't accept another man."


After the return of Reyza and her small family. Juna also intends to go to Dira's residence to spread. But seeing Vira's post that his status is in his grandfather's house, Juna also intends to visit the opa Han residence. He also invited his parents to visit his boss.


"Who's your boss, son?" Ask papa Johan.


"currently Juna works in a factory owned by Mr. Burhanuddin Harahap. Sugar factory, pa."


" So you're working with Mr Burhan, son?" Ask mama Juna.


"Yes, ma. why?"


"Sir Burhan that's what you told me earlier. Your father's former superior and he's also the one who betrothed you to his granddaughter named Utami." Obviously Juna's mother.