The Matchmaker Competition
CHAPTER 71
"Darling, I'm sorry I haven't been able to see your Opa. I'm still taking care of Alex, when I'm done, okay?" Rian's message to Dira.
"So Alex is more important than me, Rian. She's your friend and I'm your future wife. What happened to Alex, he had a wife. Let his wife take care of him. Why should you?"
"Because I have a lot of debt to Alex. Please understand, dear."
Tuuuuttt ....
Rian breathed a heavy sigh. He had to give Dira an understanding of Alex. There were a lot of things he wanted to match about himself and Delia. In order to straighten out all the problems.
The car Rian drove into an elite housing estate. As promised to Alex who asked him to bring Delia to meet the man from New York. Alex will tell you everything as long as Rian takes Delia.
Rian's car stopped at a Mediterranean-accented house. The house that is like the palace of the Arab king, makes Rian amazed to see it. His feet also stepped slowly towards the fence of the house.
There is a button that Rian initially thought was a bell. When Rian pushed the button instead the fence shifted its own house.
"cool fence. Indeed, if the conglomerate house there must be something strange."
"Assynogaic"
Rian said his greetings while knocking on the door of the Delia residence.
"Girishal"
The sweet greeting sounded as the door opened. Rian was fixated on seeing the figure in front of him, for a moment his mind went nowhere.
Unlike the owner of the house, he stared flatly at the man in front of him. As if he did not want to accept his guest, he closed the door again, holding the door almost closed.
"What do you want?"
"That guest if he comes to be welcomed is not even closed the door." .
"I just want what! If there is no interest you better .."
Rian closed the door to Delia's house and went inside. Rian's hand held back against the wall, holding Delia's body before him. The two stared at each other for a long time.
"Not polite!" Delia's strangulation pushed Rian's body.
"Del, when we do first how you feel. You must have felt something until you never protested or went berserk."
"What, anyway!"
"If you come to me or say you're pregnant. I want to take responsibility. Two years I've been searching for you, I wonder if you've been pregnant, whether you've aborted, or given birth. If so, I'll marry you."
"Don't be crazy, Rian! until whenever you can't marry me. I love her just as much as Juna, not as you! Now get out of this house or ..."
"Or what if you love Arjuna, you will not betray him." Rian was still challenging Delia. He was not afraid of Delia's threat. His body was getting closer to Delia, now they were only one cent away. Delia's hand held the end of her dress.
"I never betrayed Arjuna. It was Arjun who was cornering me with Dira."
"I'll tell your family about us. About her daughter setting me up by giving me stimulant drugs. You know, before heading back to Indonesia, I checked the cctv of the cafe where we met. It's obvious that you put something in my drink with Alex. I have the tape. I can show this footage to your family, to Dira and Arjuna.
Right now I'm no longer afraid that Dira will leave me if she finds out about us. He deserves better than me. If I don't become with Dira, I can take responsibility for my actions as well as yours."
Delia suddenly turned pale after hearing all of Rian's words. He was not afraid of Rian's threats, he was just afraid of his father's wrath. If her papa finds out, Delia is sure she will be cut from the family. Her father would make the efforts of the man who desecrated her crumble unceasingly.
"What's your business coming here!"
"I'm here to ask Alex to pick you up. He said he wanted to solve our problems. So after hearing Alex's story, I can think of his next move with Dira."
Rian walked towards the door. Delia still silently digested Rian's words.
I'm sure it was just Rian. There is no way Alex is in Indonesia. Even if there's a reason not to call me.
You think I just believe it, Rian.
"Belgium ...Rian get me down!" Delia's body rested on Rian's shoulder like she was carrying rice.
