Young Miss Pretends to be Poor

Only Helpers

That night the sky seemed to be getting thicker without a sprinkling of stars that showed off his blips.

The two people were silent in the car, one grasping the folds of her dress with mixed thoughts, one staring at the street full of vehicles. I don't know why that night was such an unpleasant atmosphere on their way. However, what Rangga wanted was still him to do.

Finally after stopping at the red light, Yuki opened the conversation.

"Mas Rangga, are you really serious about me?"

The man laughed at the girl's innocent question. He replied after his laughter had died down.

"You're not serious, why did I bring you to introduce my parents?"

Yuki sighed, "Yes Mas, errr ... when are we getting married?"

Rangga again chuckled at the girl's questions.

"Tomorrow morning or evening?" goda.

"Mas, I'm serious!"

"Fast ...."

"Mas Rangga, I haven't finished college ...."

"There are no rules when marriage must be completed in college?"

"God ...."

Without feeling, the chatter led them to the gate of the Rangga luxury house. The security guard opened the gate, and the car entered the courtyard of the spacious modern classic-style house.

"Mas Rangga's house is good, huh?" chirp Yuki observes the front design of the house with a well-kept garden. However, her luxury has not been able to rival Yuki's real home.

"Obviously, the house is what is important to protect us. If the heat is not hot, if the rain is not raining."

Yuki smiled at Rangga's words. As simple as that, make people more grateful for life.

The girl recalled that in the house there was a man who had given birth and cared for her beloved from childhood to adulthood and would ask her one day if fate united them. He began to feel nervous again.

"Mas, I'm going home!" yuki suddenly said. His stomach was mouthful imagining he would meet with the prospective in-laws.

"Lho, just a few more steps, tomorrow will be repeated from the beginning?"

"Oh, really, but ...."

"Come ...." Rangga opened the car door for Yuki.

For a moment Yuki adjusted her breathing so that her heart beat was more regular.

"It looks like I could have a heart attack if I deal with Mas Rangga constantly" he murmured.

"What?" asked Rangga hearing his murmur.

"Eh, no."

Yuki smiled then got down from the car, fixed the slightly folded dress on her arm.

Then he took Rangga's hand. The two look very harmonious walking together entering the luxurious house of the Rangga family.

Yuki looked at the whole room clean and tidy.

"Inter, huh? You sit on the couch first. I'll call Papa and Mama. Don't run, will you?"

Yuki pursed her lips. Rangga laughed, then stepped inside looking for his parents.

The girl sat on the sofa. Looking at the mansion, he remembered his home.

Maybe Mas Rangga was lonely at home as I felt. An only child in such a big house. Only a few assistants serve every time. Fortunately, Mami always accompanied me to play as a child. So I don't feel a lack of parental affection. What about Mas Rangga, huh?

Yuki stood up to see them coming, forgetting that he was already going to be nervous that he felt seeing the two old men. Mr. John Lee whom he had seen in the meeting room at the time, and a woman who was walking beside him. A woman who is quite beautiful at her age, having a stern face implies her harsh nature.

Yuki gulped. The nervousness becomes afraid.

"Pa, Ma, this is Kiki, the girl I've liked since I first met," Rangga said.

Yuki greeted the two, "S-I'm Kiki, Om, Aunt."

"Oh, is this the intern? So, this girl you like, Rangga?" asked Mr. Lee to look at his son.

"Yes, Pa!" rangga replied firmly.

"Thank you, Kiki, for helping us" Lee said, inviting Yuki to sit down. Hinted with his hand.

"I'm just a little help, Om."

Yuki sat down at his place earlier. This time Rangga sat next to him. Yuki looked at Mama Rangga at a glance. There was a smile on the face of that beautiful woman. However, there was not much he was talking about other than questioning Yuki's identity.

"Kiki, where's your house?" ask mama Rangga.

"J-away, Auntie."

The thing Yuki was afraid of happened. Of course any parent will ask the identity of his child's lover. Cold sweat began to wet the forehead. However, he had to keep a promise to his papa. Especially if honest, Rangga will feel lied to, even though he feels guilty for lying to the man.

No, I'm not gonna say. As long as my mission hasn't been accomplished, they won't all know who I am.

"Oh, what are your parents' jobs?" ask Miss Selly.

"They ... just a small merchant out of town, Auntie!"

Little merchant in this vast universe, I mean, Auntie!

"Oh .. Then, all this time you've been boarding or what?" inquiringly.

"S-i .. worked at Bu Yayah's house, Auntie," Yuki replied bowed. At that time he felt very afraid, afraid that both of Rangga's parents did not accept the situation.

"Kiki works at Bi Yayah's house. He tried to pay for his life during college. He went to college on a track of achievement. Kiki was also diligent and concerned!" obviously Rangga was excited for both of his parents. He helps Yuki to explain.

The two men were silent. They look at each other.

"Hmmm, okay. You guys continue talking. We'll go in first" Mr Lee said, taking his wife in.

Rangga nodded and embraced Yuki, calming her girl in a seemingly unpleasant situation after hearing Yuki's status.

*

"Pa, even if he's an achievement, are we going to accept the girl whose origins are not clear?" ask Miss Selly worried. The woman was sitting in the living room chair with a wedge.

Mr. Lee sighed, "He's smart enough, but you're right Ma said. Even Rangga might not know his identity yet."

"Yes, Pa. I'm afraid he's not from a good family" Selly said.

Mr. Lee nodded. Her view glazed. There are various prejudices in his mind, considering that for so long in the business world, many crimes and frauds have occurred.

"How about we offer Rangga again about matchmaking with a girl who is clearly seedling bebet and its weight, Pa? It's about the boy's future. He was still not emotionally stable, maybe he took the girl after finding out about Cecilia. Maybe the girl was his only impingement. Not all rich girls are as tacky as Cecilia, are they, Pa?"

Various thoughts in the mind of Ms. Selly with the possibilities about her child.

"How do we change the boy's view, Ma?"

"Come, Pa! I'll think of a way!"

The two parents thought hard for the good of their only child, their hope.