Love on the verge of suffering
Business Matchmaking

Morning at the Ghava family mansion....

"Where are you sleeping tonight, baby?" eira asked Ghava who in the morning had looked handsome with his work suit that fit on his body.

"Very well Mih, Ghava hasn't slept in a private room in a long time, so it's more sound than usual" Ghava replied a bit in exaggeration indeed. Though he felt the usual to sleep in a private room or anywhere the same name yes sleep.

"What do you have plans for today? Can you accompany Mamih to meet Mamih's friend no?" ask Eira sweetly, but a little coercion.

"Ghava has Mih's job, want to try to open a new office branch to expand our business." Tanganya feed the bread that has been smeared with peanut butter. To keep his body sixpack, Ghava is very attentive to the food calories that enter his mouth.

"Well... So you're not taking Mamih?" he asked again with facial mimicry made so sad, and disappointed because his son was more concerned with work than his own mother.

Abas and Lyra who were also enjoying the slap just kept quiet and listened to the chatter of Ghava and Mamihnya.

 Ghava seemed to be fond of what his mamih request.

"Just deliver Mamih right? No matchmaking or anything?" tanya Ghava was suspicious of her Mamih who somehow tried to make an arranged marriage that ended up Ghava leaving the house, and if this time there was also a hidden matchmaking, then there was a hidden match, and that means Ghava will do the same.

"You're suspicious of that. Besides, if Mamih betroths you, it's also clear with the good woman and you can be an example of your brother, their marriage is fine and it's because we're the one who betrothed them." Eira pointed to a couple who since last night did not interact much. Both with Mamih and with Ghava family members who had just returned from abroad, it was impressed that Abas and Lyra did not like Ghava's return.

But of course the main reason Abas and Lyra were silent to each other was not that. There are personal problems that they have not been able to solve well. Solutions that come out of the problems of his small family seem to exist, and forced. You certainly know if something is forced fall will hurt. Now that's what Abas and Lyra are natural for. Mutually hurt.

"Yes, Ghava will be intertwined, but it won't be long because Ghava has important work." Finally, due to lazy storm Ghava also responded to his mother's request.

After breakfast, Ghava kept his promise, sending his Mamih to visit his theme which he said was an important affair.

Already Ghava can guess, if this important meeting there is an arranged marriage that he had planned. The man was lazy when his mother forced him into the house of his mamih friend, but if his intention to deliver there is no need for there to be a name into the house. So Eira's intention to deliver from Ghava is a meeting between brides.

"Let's go, baby, you go in first. Meet aunt Dira, it's not good to have been here but not to greet the host." Classy reasons, right? Always sweet in front vain at the back.

"What does it mean try, in the agreement between you there is no show stop by everything" Ghava snorted in his battery. His lazy body he was forced to follow what his Mamih will was. Again he could not fight against his mother's will, just like Abas and Kemal.

"Eh, Jeng Eira has arrived. Come on in.." said the lady who looked graceful.

"Maybe it's aunty Dira" Ghava's inner self, regardless of the two women taking off the kangen.

"Sorry to disturb that Jeng had already visited in the morning. As I said last night, Ghava is busy. This alone must force half to die in order to deliver Mamihnya to the spirit of candidates besan," said Eira while menoel Ghava,

Ah... Ghava was not even surprised anymore when his mother did that, because it had become a family tradiation marriage done by his children is a matchmaking marriage for the sake of their business, because it has become a tradition, without caring about the feelings of their children.

"It's okay calaon besan, I'm even glad there is a candidate besan coming," replied Aunt Dira kindly, whether it's really friendly or just camouflage his attitude.

After making small talk with a welcome that made Ghava nervous finally the two middle-aged women invited Ghava in and sat in the living room. A luxurious ruamah with displays and furniture is not a cheap one of course. There are even some furniture with a famous brand of sultans who have the furniture.

Ghava already looks like a statue when the two women tell each other somehow, which is clear Ghava feels a great benefit to be in the luxury house. I want that man to disappear right now. From the chat that Ghava caught his mamih turned out to have betrothed Ghava with aunt Dira who according to Mamih and Aunt Dira, his son worked as a beauty doctor even already has several beauty clinics. From the profession of women who will be Ghava's wife alone can be imagined how the appearance must always be perfect, especially the affairs of the body and face.

"Ribet," inner Ghava had not met the wife-to-be alone, the man had imagined how complicated their relationship would be.

"Don't Ghava just shut up? Curious about not having a aunt?" ask Dira with a tone of speech made as smooth as possible.

Ghava simply replied with a sweet smile. Not real sweet just sweet using artificial sweeteners really. Nothing interested him from this matchmaking, but unbeknownst to Ghva it turns out that mamih and aunt Dira and also the family have planned their wedding.

The shock, and disappointment that Ghava felt was all really super surprise for him. Anxious it felt like Ghava protested when he was asked to choose the invitation design and so on.

"Why do you plan something like this again. Ghava does not want to marry Mih, Ghava still wants to develop Ghava business. Not married yet." Ghava protests that really can not stand the mamihnya anymore. Who always governs the personal lives of his children.

"It's easy baby, you can wake up all your business after marriage, Vienna is also an independent woman and hardworking she won't forbid you to realize your ideals, right Dir?" eira asked by elbowing the mother of the beautiful girl who works as a beauty doctor.

"Fix, this is a disaster" Ghava's inner self was deeply regretful for deciding to return to his homeland which led to him having to marry within three months. Well three months mamih and aunt Dira gave time to Ghava to recognize each other with his future wife, Vienna.