The Young Master's Love Story

The Young Master's Love Story
CHAPTER 31



Radit's father's words invited everyone to turn their heads towards him. Especially the wife with a strange look, not he did not approve of the relationship with his son but he felt fear and trauma in his past that is still imagined. Although Kirana has told and explained that now there is not the slightest feeling about Radit. Kirana is now a wife and mother to her current husband.


Naturally, if Tasya is still suspicious about it, she is afraid of things happening to her household with her former husband. Fear of losing the person he loves so sincerely.


Kirana smiled, she looked towards her second daughter who was so shocked to hear Mas Radit saying that. The curiosity in him wanted to finish this dinner immediately to ask his daughter.


A very warm dinner with the talk of parents and children. Flowers only chimed in when someone asked him. He feels awkward and groggy at times like this and there are his parents too.


"So this flower is your secretary, Race?" asked Oma who asked a lot and chatted. He is happy to be able to gather with the family and family of Kirana who has not met for a long time.


"Yes, Oma. Rasya also did not know that Bunga was his son Aunt Kirana," said Rasya who chimed in Omanya speech.


"The name is also a mate, Oh yes, when will your relationship plan be serious?" tanya Omanya is so happy and immediately happy with the figure of the woman who became Rasya's fake girlfriend.


Uhuk.. Uhuk... Uhuk ..


Rasya and Bunga cough together with the words of Omanya outside his plan. He thought this relationship was just an introduction without thinking that far.


"Your match, that soul mate," said the smiling Oma.


Mother Tasya and Mamah Kirana just smiled, he who has to say what about the relationship can only follow the steps taken by the two.


"When have you been dating?" asked Radit's father, he was happy because his son did not think about work and work alone. Mature Rasya must think about his life together with his partner.


"Two months" answered Rasya.


"One month," replied a different Flower from Rasya. Everyone looked towards him and towards Rasya, the different answers made the two so misbehavior must answer what.


"Two months of introductions, one month we inaugurate the courtship right, dear." replied Rasya immediately chimed in. He was afraid the lie would be exposed.


Everyone nodded their heads in understanding, and continued eating dinner with his chatter.


Rasya and Bunga took a slow breath, fortunately he had a reason for everyone to believe what he had just said.


After dinner, the men went straight to the living room and the wives cleaned up the rest of the dinner.


"Please take this drink forward, son!" mother Tasya's Decree on Flowers.


And, Bunga also took a tray containing drinks and light cakes to accompany the drink. He stepped out of the women who were busy cleaning the dining table.


Unexpectedly Rasya got up and asked permission to talk to Bunga on the front porch. Papah Bunga nodded his head to give permission to a man from his wife's friend's child.


"I want to say," asked Rasya who pulled the hand of Flowers to leave this room.


Flowers only follow the steps of the man before her who is now her fake boyfriend


"What's wrong?" ask the flower that threw his hand out of Rasya's check.


"Don't you ask me, what are you?" ask Rasya.


"Don't ask what," replied honestly Flower while in the kitchen with the women.


"Nak nanya like, right," he asked again full of search.


"I don't want this relationship to get serious or something makes my head dizzy, just an introduction has been willing to go so far, I don't want to," reject Flowers by the actions of parents from their superiors.


"I'm just a lying girlfriend, sir. So you have to find a way for both of our parents not to continue the next step about our relationship" he said.


"Indeed why? What if this relationship is serious?" rasha asked who wanted this relationship to be serious because she loved the woman in front of her now.


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Do you not feel the feeling for me?