Young Miss Pretends to be Poor

Coming to the House of Rangga for the Second Time

The car drove to the bakery because Yuki had asked Rangga to stop by. He wanted to bring the fruits of his hands to both of Rangga's parents.

"Rey, wrap the sweet bread together with the cookies, huh?" yuki Pinta.

"Oh yeah, Ma'am."

In an instant two large boxes of bread and cake were ready on the table. The shop was a bit crowded. Some buyers are lining up at the cashier.

"Thank you, Rey! I'll stop by again. Now I want to go to Mas Rangga's house first," said Yuki took plastic containing two boxes of bread.

"Cie .. would like to see the camer!" Rey Goda.

"Hahaha, doain yes, let camer be in-laws!" said Rangga who suddenly cheered in attracted the attention of buyers who are mostly women.

"Yes donk Mas Rangga! We support you!" rey exclaimed making Rangga smile and brandishing her thumb.

The smell of warm bread from the upper kitchen brought down by two employees was delicious.

"Eh, ah, I'll go to the store, yuk, Mas!" bring Yuki.

"Have fun!" scream Rey.

Rangga opened the car door for Yuki. The girl entered, followed by Rangga next to her.

Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You in the car. Rangga sang for Yuki. The girl smiled a little at his smile. Inevitably, even though this was the second time he came to Rangga's house, but nervousness still could not be fought.

Yuki pulled and exhaled a stifled breath on the cheek until her cheek puffed up for a while, then she let go of the rough.

The car arrived in front of the gate of the Rangga house within twenty minutes. The paint of the house has been different from the time Yuki came to the house. Now light green is the choice of the residents of the house.

Ah, why did I agree to come to this house again, anyway?

Yuki circulated the view to the entire front of the house that looked different, but her feelings were no different from that year, where she had come the first time.

"Come," asked Rangga.

Yuki came down with a little uneasy. Sometimes he moved his finger anxiously.

"Whenever come here twice is still groggy?" reprimanding Rangga as if guessing Yuki's attitude.

Yuki just smiled wryly, she held onto Rangga's arm and went inside the house.

"Sit down first, huh? A minute ...."

Rangga left Yuki who was sitting slowly on the spot where he was sitting first. Comfortable zone on the corner of the sofa.

Yuki's eyeballs circled around the contents of the room, not thinking anything about the furniture, just waiting for the time that Rangga's parents came out from inside.

Rangga came out with his mother who immediately reached out to Yuki.

"Hello, Kiki. How are you?" ask Mrs Selly kindly.

"Good, Auntie."

"Rangga's father is resting. He experienced fatigue after starting to exercise again with his colleagues. So, I'm sorry he can't sit with us right now" Selly said before Yuki asked.

"Yes, Aunt. Its nothing. It's just a snack, Auntie."

Yuki put down two plastic boxes of bread and a cake bearing the name of her bakery. Mrs Selly observed for a while, then continued the conversation.

"Well, bother, thank you. How's it going, Kiki?" ask Mrs Selly.

"Good, Aunt. Aunt is healthy too, right?"

Yuki's nervousness melted away for a long time. The woman in front of him did not show a bad attitude.He was very dignified, but I don't know later behind the girl.

"Yes" replied Mrs Selly.

The two women chatted, while Rangga was busy opening his cell phone, looking for videos and pictures in his gallery.

"Ma, I brought Kiki here to express my gratitude because Kiki had successfully set up her own business. This ...." point it to the phone screen.

After taking the glasses from her servant's hand, the woman put on it then stared at the phone screen and observed the pictures and situation on the video. People crowded around the store, queuing to pay for the bread and cakes they brought, with the clerks dressed in bakery suits.

Yuki just looked down. To be honest he does not like to be exhibited like that, but for the sake of the continuation of their relationship, Rangga must do it.

"It's been a good effort, Kiki."

Mrs Selly returned the phone to her son after playing a video and looking through photos.

"You guys enjoy your time, huh? I want to accompany Rangga's father, maybe he needs something."

Yuki nodded, "Please, Auntie."

There was a disappointed murat on Rangga's face, while Yuki just stroked her man's arm. He understood the man's efforts to be with her, in addition to his own efforts.

*

"Mama, Ma!" call Rangga after driving Yuki home that afternoon.

An hour ago, Yuki said goodbye because he was still going to take care of his two bakeries.

Mrs Selly, who was talking to her husband, came out of her room.

"Why, Rangga?" ask Mrs Selly.

"Ma, I want to talk to you two, okay?"

"May," replied Mr. Lee who had woken up from his bed.

They walked into the living room and sat there.

"Pa, Ma, I'm sorry I pushed you too much. Your conditions have been fulfilled Kiki. What now, can you give us your blessing?" rangga.

Both of them breath.

"Indeed, he succeeded. We're thrilled. Just ... One thing we don't know yet, right? Identity."

Mr. Lee leaned back against the sofa and answered Rangga's insistence.

"Huh, does that matter?" asked Rangga felt his lover's efforts were rather futile in their love struggle.

"Of course, Rangga! We are a respectable family, moreover, there is an unresolved agreement with Mr. Bhanu, the number one businessman in our country" Mr. Lee said.

"What agreement?"

Rangga's tone of voice would already rise because of annoyance. His parents moved without his consent.

"That match. They have not given an answer. We better wait first, we'll-...."

"Can't we meet them to cancel the deal??" rangga asked to cut off his papa's words.

"We feel disrespectful to them. Promise is promise, Rangga."

"But you promised me without knowing!!"

Rangga's patience with his parents.

"Shut up! They are honorable families! We have no reason to reject them, Rangga!"

Mrs Selly mediated the debate.

"Already, already. Tell you what, we better go there to see Mr and Mrs Bhanu to apologize to them."

"But, Ma ...."

Mr. Lee frowned.

"Already, Pa. If our child does not want to, how else ...."

Mr. Lee moved from his seat, stepping into the reading room, where he spent time bored. Embarrassment came to his mind, even before he met with Mr. Bhanu's family. Mind fucked. What will they say to reject the match between their two children? Will Lord Bhanu's family be angry at them? All the bad thoughts raged in his brain.