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Angga squinted at the sight of the car he had memorized as a car owned by Dimitri already parked in his yard early in the morning.

"Are the kids here early in the morning?" he muttered.

"Sir Dimi nginep times?" said Rega.

"What??" the man half shouted.

"Ish, .. don't usually yell "the boy protested.

Then they got off after the car they were riding in stopped right near Dimitri's car.

"Sir Dim, is it here? nginep huh?" Amel went down first when he saw the man he had known was in the garage with his brother.

"About!" Rania popped out of the garage.

"Just it's."

"No, just arrived." replied Dimitri.

"Kirain nginep?"

"The crafters are here early in the morning?" connect Rega.

"Yes, I'm going to Jakarta."

"Oh yes? can't watch me join the national team selection dong?"

"Oh yeah? when?"

"This one."

"Oh, .. can't. You have to take your brother to Jakarta. Maybe next time. Or if you play with the national team." replied Dimitri.

"It didn't escape, either."

"What's that?"

"New selection as well. If you've escaped, you can definitely play in the game."

"Just trust yourself, you can." Dimitri grew his heart.

"Not sure."

"Must be sure."

"The other players are good."

"Are you not good?"

Rega fell silent.

"If you are asked to enter the selection, you are good. It just has to be harder."

"Not knowing either."

"Usaha first, then we can see the results."

"If you don't get away with it?"

"It's okay. Can try again later. If it fails again, try again. Keep trying until you succeed."

"Well, .. long dong."

"Nothing, consider training. Because there is nothing in this world. Instant noodles just need us to boil first can be eaten."

"Yes, yeah, yeah." Rega laughs.

"Indeed, .. So try first, the results later."

The teenager nodded his head.

"Ehm... " Angga approached after listening to the conversation between the son and his future daughter-in-law.

"Sir?"

"Are you ready to go?"

"Maybe in a moment." Dimitri replied.

"This morning?"

"Not really." said Rania.

"But he's here?" angga said to the princess.

"It just so happens to be a late night." Dimitri lied.

"Where to stay?"

"Grandmother's house."

"Hmmm... Grandma's house? kirain's here?"

"Tida sir, where do I dare?" Dimitri chuckled awkwardly.

"Whoa, you're exhausted if you dare to stay here without my permission." the man gawked into the house.

"Duh?"

"Not to be taken by heart." Rania patted her lover's shoulder slowly. "Papa is actually good, but later if it's not so ordinary" he said, laughing.

"When do we want to get married, but papa are you still the same as me?" protest the man.

"Get used to it, the important lies do not get caught. If you get caught, you get beat up by papa." Rania laughed again.

"Hahh, ... before my father did you beat me first?"

"Sabbath, patience. Nor will I."

"Not sure."

"Yes, will it be canceled? than the marriage I beat this? mending nyari chick in club ajalah, easy. Can be invited bobo-boboan also not like me."

"What did you say that was?"

"You said not sure? yes already ...

"Stop! Don't talk about it." Dimitri covered Rania's mouth with his hand. "I'm just saying that, you're talking to the others."

"Yes that's why...

"Stop! we'll fight." the man warned.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

"Don't keep thinking why? you make it uncomfortable?" Maharani interrupted her husband who was standing by the side window watching their daughter in the garage, with Dimitri. They seemed to be conversing, and occasionally laughing out loud.

"Akrab really them?" the man muttered.

"Yes familiar, same as her own future husband." replied the Maharani.

"Too familiar" said Angga, making his wife roll his eyeballs.

"You're starting to overdo it. They are getting married soon, but they can't let go." Maharani approaches.

"I'm still not willing to give up our son with him."

"But the truth is we have to. Do you agree with Dimitri's parents? time we want to cancel? want to put where Dad's face is?" the woman said.

"Cock dad? Rania Is it my son?"

"Yes is dad. Satria is my cousin. If we cancel, the embarrassed father is not you. If you're going to cut the guy. Well dad?"

"Dih, ... Belain his son-in-law?"

"Not to be confused."

"That's the proof, even to bring father also for the sake of belain the Dimi?"

"Ck! hand you over, it's hard to talk to a broken hearted guy." Maharani returned to his activities to prepare his breakfast.

"What heartbreak?" Angga chuckles.

"But heart, want to leave the marriage of his son."

"Did you?" Angga.

***

"Who are you taking me today?" Rania started the conversation as they were about to finish their breakfast.

"Papa Today wants inter Rega selection." answered Angga, suddenly.

"Huh?" his son was surprised to not expect.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Really?" rega said again after sipping his drinking water.

"Yes, I want to take you with me while I can."

"Gee...

"Keep Rania?" sela Maharani's.

"Mama again?" the princess asked.

"It seems that it can't. Tomorrow morning will it be between Amel and Adel race in the square? there's a lot for mama to be ready for."

Then they all fell silent.

"If you don't bring anything?" Angga hesitated, this was the first time he had almost let his first daughter go alone.

"This once. Papa's time, mama didn't send Rega too?"

"It's okay, if you can't. I'm the mom who dropped by is okay, too." Rega replied, sounding disappointed from the tone of his voice.

"Ng ...

"It's okay, I can do it myself. Papa inter Ega. I told you I'd take Ega, right?" Rania caught a disappointed look on the sister's face.

"Really?"

"Yes, it's just Jakarta, not Antarctica." the girl laughed. "Some of it is already Dimi" he said, glancing at Dimitri who had not spoken since.

Angga glanced at the man. Very obvious he does not like. But Rania has a point too. And it was impossible for him to break his promise to Rega to accompany him through the selection. Moreover, Tell the Empress to sacrifice her time with their other daughter. It would be very unfair if they were more concerned with Rania who was an adult than her three younger siblings.

"Can I trust you?" Finally Angga spoke to Dimitri, albeit in a slightly firm tone.

"Bi-can sir" he replied, listening since.

"Relatedly? You're not gonna fuck around?"

Dimitri nodded.

Angga seemed silent for a moment.

"I keep your promise" he said, then he got up after drinking his water.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Dimitri made sure his back baggage door was sealed shut after Rania's last bag he put in there. Then prepare to leave when the girl says goodbye to her parents.

"Part yourself, keep the honor. Do not want to be modusin people." said Angga.

"What the hell? papa's message is absurd?"

"The shell is that."

"Yes, I know."

"Be careful, brother."

"Yes mama, feel like going to war? I only work in Jakarta."

"For parents, let their children go together foreigners feel like they want to let their children go to war" answered Angga.

"Bcr, ...

"It's over, get going. The hunt will be jammed." Maharani encouraged her daughter to leave immediately.

***

"Old people are like that if we want to go?" Dimitri runs his car at a moderate speed. Traffic on the weekend was heavy.

"You too?"

"Hu 'um. That's the mother."

"But if the same boy?"

"Just the same. They still think we're kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kind of kid."

"Emang."

"When we can make prospective children TK." Dimitri laughing.

"Hmm... uh what does that mean?"

"Nope.no, just kidding."

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

About two hours into their journey, they arrived at the Fia's Secret building at almost noon. The two soon head to the studio for a photo shoot of a canned drink that Rania will star in.

The girl seemed excited, fatigue did not affect her even after a long journey. Soon she was getting ready with some stylish and make up artists.

"Rania?" a fashionable-looking girl came over. "Is this really Rania?" he said again looking at Rania who had finished in the dress up. Flawless make up and riding suit that is in line with the theme of soft drinks with lemon logo that he starred in.

"Anne?"

"So this is actually Rania?" said the girl who turned out to be a friend during her High School.

"What are you doing here?"

"I work. Are you really the model? I don't think it's you. I think it's another Rania."

"Mh...

"Are you ready?" Dimitri.

"Udah."

"Yes, hurry." the man reached out his hand, then led her out of the makeup room. With perfect makeup, of course, makes everyone seem amazed.

The shoot starts with the motor property as usual, and some pretty well-known canned drinks. Dozens of times the photographer took pictures of different angels. And Rania seems to be doing well. He even improvises a little, producing quite impressive images.

In the second session the girl again did a photo shoot for the famous clothing brand owned by Sofia Anna.

Soft Clothing which before its official launch had received many messages at the beginning after a one-time pre-advertisement in the magazine.

Some casual clothes, such as jeans and jerseys with soft colors, make the girl look cute and cute. Or other more feminine clothes, such as baby dolls and simple dresses in the style of young people that she has never worn at all. Do not forget also shoes with the same brand from the fashion house owned by the prospective in-laws.

Although the girl initially felt awkward because she had to wear clothes with feminine style that did not suit her taste, but not Rania name if she could not master the situation.

He made the man who had been watching the photo shoot barely blink a bit. The first time seeing Rania in such a look made her feelings just get bigger.

"Done, thank you." the photographer said, and immediately applause echoed throughout the 8x8-meter studio, as the shoot for several commercials was completed almost that evening.

"This sir, all the clothes. Want me to get in the car?" Anne pulled a big bag.

"May, later ask for help others yes, it seems heavy" replied Dimitri.

"What's that?"

"The clothes you were wearing for the shoot."

"Where are you going?"

"Brought back to Bandung, later."

"Why?"

"It's yours."

"Huh?"

"Endorse from mama" said the man, with his trademark smile.

"From Fia's mom?"

"Mama."

"Yes, Miss Fia."

"Mama Zai is soon to be your mom too."

"mmm...

"Would you like to go home with that look or change your clothes first?" Dimitri looked at the girl who was still wearing a light blue knee-length satin dress whose shoulders were open. Looks adorable for her who is being struck by romance.

"That's it, don't change it. You're beautiful." Dimitri chuckles.

"Ish, .. ticklish I heard you say that."

But the man just laughed, while the people around them just stared in astonishment.

***

"Fuck it, I'm tired." Rania came out of the dressing room with her skinny jeans and black leather jacket as usual. Approaching Dimitri who was conversing with someone after receiving quite a lot of papers.

"Okay, come on."

"Are you done?"

"It."

They walked out of the studio.

"Attent." Rania flicked her steps just before reaching the exit of the famous women's magazine building.

"Anne? You still here?" he greeted his friend back at high school.

"Yes, I still have a lot of work."

"Shooting? or filming an ad?"

Anne fell silent.

"Anne, we have a lot of work!" someone shouted from the warehouse.

"No. I'm the new wardrobe staff in this building." said Anne, in a sad tone who then ran after her partner.

"You know him?" Dimitri followed the girl's gaze.

"Know. She met me at High School, she used to take me to a modeling agency, too. I don't think he's even a wardrobe staff here." replied Rania, with a voice no less alone than Anne.

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