When you kissed me
10. Accelerate fiance.
“Ma,” call Yoga. “It looks like a very familiar mama with the girl earlier, mama knows?”
Santi seemed to force both ends of his lips so that they could be pulled up. It seems like the question of Yoga is very difficult, it is difficult to find the answer. Still looking at the face of Yoga, Santi finally chose to rise and plan to leave Yoga there.
“Mama where are you going? Kok even Yoga at stay anyway.” Yoga is standing.
With a position that has been standing on her back to Yoga, Santi can only sigh while wiping his chest that began to hurt. Stop for a while, close both eyes while sighing heavily and then just leave without giving an answer to Yoga.
“Mama why the hell, how weird is that?” yoga Chirps while scratching his temple with his index finger.
“Aw!!” yoga when her right leg is already stepped. Suddenly his head felt dizzy and sick. Both of his eyes were closed very tightly restraining the fertigo that began to attack. Feeling unable to stand it, Yoga finally sat back on the sofa.
Both of his hands were massaging while pressing his head which was still a dizzy terrace. “Gue why yes? How to get dizzy rich gini anyway.”
In her sitting position, Yoga began to regulate her breathing. Pull slowly through the nose, then exhaled through the mouth. His eyes that had opened were closed again, shuddering quickly and then slowly his eyes opened again.
His head was back to how it was and dizziness was not felt. Strange, it's very strange. Yoga has never been like this before, even if it is a headache, most just a regular dizziness and never to fertigo. If it is like this, it means that there is something that has happened to Yoga, until a headache that originally never existed suddenly just perched on his head.
After feeling sure that his head was not dizzy anymore, Yoga immediately got up and went to his room. Any time with rest, his brain will again feel more relaxed.
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Three hours later, Moli arrived at her house. A magnificent house is like a palace but in it is like a hell. Ah, maybe too cruel if called hell, goods times would be more appropriate if it is called a house full of rules and constraints. Is it worth calling it a prison? Not particularly. In this house Moli can still roam wherever she wants. Or maybe a haunted house? Not particularly. Call it, a house in which is filled with strange rules, which require her daughter to marry her business friend. So roughly.
So ridiculous! Don't they know what year it is? The match must have been destroyed. Think, without a match will one day find the companion of the heart. Yeah, that's roughly what's on Moli's mind right now.
The luxury car he was driving had already entered the garage. From behind the glass covered with white curtains, it looks like the living room lights have gone out. Maybe the residents have entered their hibernation. Oh, what a rude language.
Moli was seen grinning, closing the car door loudly, taking a breath and after blowing her legs finally docked into the house. After the living room door opened, Moli let out a sigh of relief. Other residents do not exist, of course they have slept or goods times are still looking for sheets of rupiah that are still not enough to satisfy a very greedy heart.
“Where are you!” Someone emerged from the darkness. Slowly the still-unseen body began to draw closer, and when Moli realized who had surprised her, her nose could be heard immediately snorting in annoyance.
“Where are you from? Papa asked, you didn't answer. Very disrespectful.”
With the lights still out, Moli's eyes could still catch a sharp glare from her papa. Maybe if this room is bright, now Moli is shaking in fear because Gibran's facial expression looks terrible. Fortunately Moli didn't see that.
“Of course I just got home from work, where else did I come from, Pa?” Answer me casually.
“Smart lied to you yes. Papa knows, today you missed work.”
“I didn't skip work.” Moli rolled her eyes. “Can papa earlier also know me in the office.”
Byars!
Lights on.
“If I had been, I would still be sane. Don't know that...” His words stopped, his eyeballs glanced at Gibran for a moment, then glared again and went towards the second floor.
If both men show up. Oops! That is, if Papa and Mama have appeared, it is better to leave, otherwise the useless debate may continue.
“We have to speed up the Moli and Anton.” fiancee event Gibran said meaningfully. Mareta who feels agree is just enough to nod her head, because that way, it means Gibran's idea has got a support.
“You better meet the Anton family again, they will definitely agree.”
“Of course. Anton is the perfect man to be Moli's husband.”
They don't know, in Moli's room has repeatedly cursed their names. Perhaps her little lips cursed Papa and her mother dozens of times.
“You're selfish! No feelings!” the main thing that came out of his mouth.
Continue to the second sentence. “Basic has no feelings! You think I'm an item that can be passed and loved to people so aja.”
His screams rang out inside the room, but for the second floor, it might just sound like the rampage of a few buzzing bees. Hard but not clear.
Wh dude!
Moli slammed her body on the mattress until it bounced slightly upwards. Currently, the position is on its back with both hands folded under its nape for a pillow replacement. While his legs hang on the lip of the bed.
Moli was still silent. Sometimes his lips closed and then opened a little more. His nose also sounded an irritated grunt and his eyeballs were staring straight at the ceiling.
Today his brain was completely muddled. The problem with matchmaking is not over or rather just started, but a new problem has come. Mona is already in a relationship with a man she doesn't know very well, and now she has to be in a relationship with her old lover who doesn't recognize her.
If this is the case, which problem first needs to be solved?
Aaaaaggrr!!!!
It sounded like the roar of a lion, but no, it was just the voice of a woman who was frustrated with her life scenario. Although a shout can not help at all, inexplicably shouting is always done by everyone.
And Moli did too. Screaming as loud as possible in a lying position, his face he covered with both hands, then after that a shrill cry gushed out like a breath of fire from the mouth of a dragon.
Looks like that figure is too big. Never mind, it's okay. That's what's happening.
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