Touch Me Slowly's

Matchmaking

One day before Amanda wakes up...

"Donale...!" call Dena her mother.

"Why, Mom?"

"Open the door!" Dena banged on her son's room door strongly.

The mature brown-skinned man moved lazily from the bed, slowly stepping towards the door.

"Why the hell, Mom? Disturb people to sleep again." complained Donal when the door was opened.

"Sleep your mute work! This is Richard calling mom, he said he'd like to talk to you!" Dena put her phone in Donald's hand.

The man clucked, grabbed the phone from Dena's hand and brought it closer to her ear. "Hello...."

"For so long, did you pick up the phone?!" jolt Richard from the other end.

"Gue's sleeping again, why are you nyariin me?" Donald went into his room, followed by Dena from behind.

"Why did you come in too, anyway?!" he stared at the squinty-eyed lady.

"Mom's going to get mom's phone, you called. I'm waiting here!" Dena sat on the corner sofa chair of her son's room, and took a magazine off the table.

Donal snorted dislikefully, but could not refute her mother's remarks. The man sat down and sat down on the bed.

"Why the hell, Nal? Still punished nyokap Lo too?" asked Richard to hear his fellow seed talk with Dena.

"How do you know I'm being punished?"

"That's it, just start talking to me. Why, the hell put to the punishment-law of all? What's the problem, Lo?"

"Nothing, ordinary trouble. Matchmaking..," said Donald half-whispering on the phone.

"Another fool?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Jeez .. kasian very, the fate of Lo. How's Trus Pants?"

"I don't know, I'm confused too, Chad. This I've been locked up four days at home can not go out the same nyokap. Lo please me dong go from here, later I want to meet the same family of girls who will be in the same match I..," complained Donal still whispering.

"Aduh .. I want to help Lo how, Nal? I swear I don't dare to be the same. I'm afraid of the quality!" honest Richard.

Donald took a deep breath feeling helpless. He knew that his mother was not easily manipulated after all this time.

Maybe Donald should go later tonight to please his mom and dad, he thought.

"Well, what the hell are you guys? Pake whispered everything," interrupted Dena heard her son whispering on the phone.

"Not saying anything, Mom. Want to know the business of a boy..," said Donald half-tempting his mother.

Dena was grieving, re-reading the business magazine in hand. There-there was just thought.

"Lo why do you want me, Chad?" ask Donald again after Dena stops protesting.

"Gue wants to bring Lo here, actually. But because you know you're being punished again, well, it's not so."

"Sorry yeah, Chad. I haven't been able to get Lo there. How's amanda?"

The crossbred man sounded like he was breathing heavily. Every time he discussed his woman, Richard would definitely turn sad and uninspired.

"There hasn't been a change, Nal. It's still that."

"Lo who is patient, well .. I'm sure Amanda can definitely be confident," said Donald encouraging to his best friend.

"Yes, thank you, Nal. I close, yeah the phone? I'm telling you that you've been punished."

"Yes, I'll call Mike, tell him to get Lo there."

"Yaudah, it's up to you." The phone call ended when the two said goodbye to each other.

Donald got up, approached his mother who was either seriously reading a magazine or not in front of him.

"Udah?" dena asked out a hand asking for her phone back.

"Well, you're looking at all your cell phones? Take your mom's cell phone, too, you can...."

Donal cringing. "Whose mom's phone has Mike's number?"

"Have it, all your seed companions numbers are simple mothers. Just pack it, don't ask for your phone again!"

Donald again clucked, feeling his own annoyance in the heart. Though he had thought of being able to get his phone for a while to send a message to Celin, informing him of his current state.

But who would have thought the woman who gave birth to this turned out to be so clever now. Donald really can't dwell on it.

Finish calling Mike a little bit away from Dena. Donald returned his mother's cell phone to the woman.

Dena immediately moved, going towards the door of the room. "Don't forget tonight we have to arrive at the restaurant at seven o'clock to meet the family of your future wife, Nal."

"Then the wife, Mom? I don't agree yet, well marriage is the same choice of Mom!" sahut Donald does not accept.

"You don't want to, you have to accept that woman as your wife, Nal. I don't want to take any more alesan from you!" Dena passed away leaving Donald who grumbled annoyed in heart.

Looks like her plan later tonight to escape should she be able to do to avoid her mother's matchmaking. Donald doesn't want to be locked up here anymore and ends up marrying a woman he doesn't like.

"Which donald, Mom?" doni asked waiting impatiently in the living room of their house.

"Still be prepared, wait a minute."

"What's so long ago? Hunt us late, ma'am.." the middle-aged man complained looking at his watch.

"Yes, yes .. 'Bug very much!" Dena went to her son's room calling Donal out.

The man was still not getting ready and was just busy watching TV since.

"Oh my goodness Donald...!" peekik Dena upset. "Why aren't you ready, huh?! What time is it?!"

"I'm not feeling well anymore, Mom. Mother same father who left, my head suddenly dizzy this..," said Donald reasoned.

"Not much alesan! Shirt change. I don't want to know, in five minutes you have to be down!" Dena came out slamming the door strongly.

He knew that Donald must have been deliberately looking for an excuse not to go with them tonight to meet his candidate.

Dena waited in front of her son's room to make sure Donald went with them. The man came out with a limp face from inside.

"Come on, I've been waiting for you from here!"

Dena dragged Donal beside her.

"Why don't you have to be the same father, who left?! I told you I'm not feeling well anymore, Mom...."

Dena stopped stepping, rubbing Donald's forehead not long. "You don't have a fever, so don't lie to me. You always get sick with a fever. Come on, not much alesan anymore!"

Donald can not reason anymore, his mother is very smart. Even he was sick and pretended to be sick he knew, he thought.

The family went to a famous western restaurant in the city. Ogah-ogahan Donal down embraced by his mother.

Dena acted like a bodyguard who continued to be beside Donald, until they arrived in a private room for VIP guests of the restaurant.

"Inget, Nal. Don't be shy Mom's same dad in the dalem!"

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Next Part, well 😁