When you kissed me

33. matchmaking still continues

“Be careful, don't screw up Mr Mol!! Danger,” said Yoga, but it seems Moli doesn't care. He still drives his car at a very high speed.

“Sister Moli!” Yoga at the end.

Ciiiiiit!

His car squeaked and pulled over on the side of the road. Instantly Yoga immediately took a breath while patting his chest softly, after his breath was set again, Yoga turned his gaze towards Moli. There, in his position Moli's breath looks down and up quickly. The expression on his face is not yet guessed, which is clear both of Moli's palms gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Moli turned her head, replying to Yoga's gaze with a murderous gaze.

“Kak Moli why the hell?! How did you get angry?” ask Yoga. Actually, he was a little afraid to look at Moli who looked sad. “Anged with me or that guy?”

“Two!” Moli replied half-shouting. Automatic Yoga immediately stunned.

“So angry with me? Why?”

“Basic is not sensitive! Bummer lo, Ga!” spray it and then look forward while hitting the wheel.

“Gue not sensitive how? Let me clearly understand!”

Moli turned her head again, took a breath and then exhaled. “Elo is my girlfriend...why was elo just diem aja time in asked the Anton? Answer kek! Tell me that elo is my girlfriend?”

“What?!”

So, is all this because of that? Just because of that?

“Ja..so Brother Moli is angry because of that? Ck, kira-in what?” Yoga is throwing its face. That made Moli even more angry.

“Yoga!” shouted Moli furiously. His hand gripped tightly the handle of the steering wheel again. “Ber-ener insensitive elo yes!”

“Kok not sensitized directly from earlier anyway?!” Yoga is irritated.

“She's the one who was fooled by me, should elo say that elo is my girlfriend..at least it can make Anton think not to continue this matchmaking!”

After a sentence from Moli's mouth, Yoga just smiled bitterly. He wanted to laugh with the words at the end.

Think about what it is for? How could such a man possibly feel rivaled to a guy like me? There, he might just laugh if I say I'm Moli's boyfriend.

“Kok elo smiled instead?!” hardik Moli's. “Oh... so you don't want to admit that I'm an elo girlfriend?” Moli mangosteen softly without loosening its grip.

“Not so..” Yoga grabbed Moli's left hand, rubbing the back of that soft hand. “Not that I don't want to admit, but I don't believe in myself.”

“Why?”

“He who, who I am.. if I ngaku girlfriend brother Moli, chances are the person is not backward but rather closer while laughing.”.

“Why could that be? I don't understand.”

“Sister Moli did not see.I am still SMA, if dibandinan man earlier, I am nothing. So, how dare I ngaku as girlfriend brother Moli.”

So is that right? it means Yoga minders, right?

“Why not dare? What if you are still in High School? That doesn't mean anything. Bottom line elo it's my girlfriend..”

“Gue knows.. but, I'm ashamed. He's an established man who can already be relied on, well me? Just practicing food in a restaurant I have not been able to.”

“Gue doesn't care about that! Elo should know, right? If nothing elo is already inferior first, what about our next relationship?”

Is correct. Why should be less? If it shows a point of weakness, it makes the rival stronger.

“Yes too! Sory deh.. earlier I was groggy look at her look.”

“Gue understands.. but next time more manly so that you no longer need to feel inferior. Do you want to fight for our love?” Moli smiled as she clasped Yoga's hand.

“Wait!” Moli took off her grip. “Or don't-don't you have moved to another heart huh?”

Yoga pulls his back to the back, “ why even discuss it again? I was clear yesterday.I love the same elo kak Moli,” he said while pinching the squash cheek of Moli.

“Aw! Pain know!” protest Moli and immediately rubbed the former pinch.

“Makanya... do not need to, discuss so again! Sebel me dengernya.”

“Iya.. yes!”

“Yes, let's go home! It's late afternoon..”.

While Moli is still on her way, in her luxurious palace is the presence of guests from the Anton family. If counted, there were about five people who visited. There was one middle-aged man and woman, one grandmother, Jordi and Anton.

They were cluttering in the living room. They look so happy to be here, but they don't seem to be with Mareta. He knew, after Moli came home, it was likely that the current atmosphere of the house would be different. Mareta had no idea how Moli would react when she knew what their purpose was to come here.

Sure enough, the one who was worried about Mareta appeared. Moli has arrived. Mareta could see Moli's shock as her eyeballs caught the crowd in her home. Moli immediately looked at Mareta and Gibran as if asking, who are they?

“Sini darling..” Mareta waved, asking Moli to come closer immediately. Moli also approached doubtfully.

“What is this, ma?” moli asked and sat down.

“So this is called Moli? Wow, beautiful yes!” a middle-aged woman.

“They are Anton family..” explains Gibran. “This is Mina, Grandma Yoga. This is Susan and Bagas, Om and Anton. They came to propose to you.”

“What?!” spontaneous shouts of surprise gushed out from Moli's mouth. Everything in there was instantly stunned by Moli's shrill cry.

“Moli! Secure your voice!” Gibran glared sharply.

Mareta could feel the shock of Moli, surely Moli was currently in shock and confusion.

“Quiet first darling!” Mareta embraces Moli's shoulder.

“Sorry son Moli.. Maybe our arrival really surprised you. It's my fault for bringing them here so suddenly.” Jordi. Moli did not care about that explanation, which is clear at this time Moli wants to immediately move and leave.

Feeling cornered, Moli slowly rolled her eyeballs glancing at Anton. Moli squeaks, but Anton throws a petty smile.

“Elo must be the one who planned all this? Goddamnit!” that question Moli threw only limited through the glare of the eye. Of course without making a sound. “So it's still in the restaurant, now it's here, you devil!” still in his heart.

“Moli..” call Gibran. “Lusa, you and Anton are getting married.”.

“What?!” not finished with papa's sentence, Moli was already shouting like that. “Married?!” Moli swept a glance at everyone here.

“Moli!” Mareta rubbed Moli's shoulder. “Quiet darling! Don't shout so, that's courteous with them.”

The Anton family was immediately strangled and shocked. They didn't expect that Moli could be that terrible. His tone was very high, making anyone would shrink if faced with him.

“Jordi!” call Mina to Jordi. “Why is this? Does Moli not know yet with this proposal?”

“Iya Jordi.. it seems like Moli is very shocked by our arrival.” Keep Susan.

Seeing that Anton's family had started to fidget, Gibran interrupted immediately. “Sorry, not so... Moli already knows about this, maybe Moli is just a little groggy.” Gibran tried to ease this awkwardness.

“Ngaco!” moli Thimbruk. “Papa don't lie, Moli didn't know any of this. And marriage... What is it? Moli does not understand.”

“Moli!” yelling at Gibran again. His face was red. Seeing that her husband had started burning with anger, Mareta immediately blinked quickly at Moli. It's a code so Moli doesn't have to argue with her papa anymore.

“What the hell, ma?!” moaning Moli. “Moli don't know.”

“Have been quiet! Not polite in front of guests, you ngeyel rich like.” Mareta tried to calm down. In the end Moli sighed heavily and relented.

Mareta knows how Moli is feeling right now, but being disrespectful in front of guests is not a good thing either. It looked like Moli was a wild woman.

When everything seemed calm again, Gibran began to continue the delayed conversation earlier. Gibran this time looked towards Jordi, of course because the core of this event was on him.

“We continue the conversation..”.

“Alright... where do we start?” reply Jordi.

“We will continue to have Anton and Yoga weddings the day after.”

Moli was already seen opening her mouth, but instantly clenched back once Mareta's two fingers pinched her arm.

“Quiet first!” mareta whispers in Moli's ear. Moli immediately pouted and stomped her feet slowly.

How can I calm down? The marriage? The day after tomorrow? It's crazy!!

“What's not too keen?” mina Sela. Moli looks like he wants to pile up, but deftly Mareta pulls Moli to stay still.

“They are adults, it's time to get married. I do, agree aja.” Obviously Jordi who was in contact immediately made Gibran widen his smile.

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