Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 04: Candidate for Ghosts

...'If you can choose, where will you choose? a soul mate from the hands of an old man, or a soul mate who comes near by himself.'...

...BSJ 04: Candidate...

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Weekends are the days that some people look forward to. A day where we can relax the body and mind from fatigue on a working day. Weekend, usually used to spend time with family, couples, or just dating with pillows and bolsters at home.

For some people who appreciate work time, this weekend is very important. If you usually leave in the morning, go home in the morning. Now you can pin time items a day to be with loved ones.

But there are also some people who can not enjoy the weekend. They are people who are mostly devoted to the country, devoted to many lives in need. The rest, they are entrepreneurs who did give up their time to work to earn rupiah for his survival.

So too with this guy. This was the weekend, but he was still confined within his magnificent room. Looking at the breadth of New York City from the glass transfaran in his room, while occasionally sipping the thick coffee in his cup.

Monday, holiday, or whatever day he sacrificed to reap the coffers of the dollar which will be a milestone to finance his small family later.

He is handsome, well-established, genius also has a partner who is close to the perfect criteria in the eyes of every Adam. Many were envious of his life, yet he himself never felt more to be grateful for. He is happy, has a beautiful lover heart. But on the other hand, he is just a cowardly man who hides many lies behind the image of a dream lover and a proud child.

He-Keevanzar Radityan Al-Faruq, the CEO of RADITYAN CORP. Companies that penetrate the business world such as hospitality, resorts, property, aviation, culinary, fashion, to infrastructure development companies.

The brilliance of his career in the world of business and romance, not fully complete if he had to keep away from his family. Lying to them, might even disappoint them with his various lies.

He missed, really missed the truth. Missing the warm atmosphere of his family, his home, the neighborhood where he lived, even missed a place when he was a child raised there.

But what can be done, that's the decision.

Every decision always includes consequences. So remember Anzar, there are consequences that you need to bear from all this.

Derrts

Derrts

Vibration on his smartphone, making his mind diverted to the flat object.

Bunda👪

A name that is listed on the flat screen smartphoneya. Restlessly, the man has been fondling the nimang ever since. Accept or ignore the call from the mother. If he remembers, he also forgets the last time he received a call from his family. I forgot or felt it.

With a little hesitation and thousands of guilt that began to attack his heart, the handsome man ventured to shift the green icon on his phone screen.

"Hallo, Assalamualaiku. Brother."

Deg

That voice, that soft voice from there that he longed for so much. Separate distances that stretch up to millions of kilos, or thousands of days without seeing the appearance. Anzar still remembered the owner of this soft voice, who else besides his mother - Arkia Radityan Khutbi.

The woman who loved him more than anyone, but he hurt more than anything.

"Abang, hear your mother's voice right?" Voice over there.

The handsome man realized, a voice that flowed back.

"It looks like the net is ugly. So you didn't hear Mom's voice." There was a voice across there, sounding sad.

"W-waalaikumsalam, mother."

Anzar replied as normal as possible, he knew if the woman across there must be surprised was also crying.

"Abang, this is right Anzar's brother. Mother's son?" Ask ensures.

"Yes mother, this is Anzar bang. Mother's handsome son." Tidying up, trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Alhamdulillah, mommy is happy to hear your brother's voice again." Praise Arkia - the woman who is now connected through the phone network with the son.

The handsome man smiled wryly, while turning his gaze towards the open sky.

"What's healthy hm? Why are your calls rarely picked up? You must be busy, right? But don't forget to get enough rest, bang."

Again, Anzar's heart was smashed by a crushing blow.

This woman who loved him so much, he lied, he was disappointed through his actions, and he threw it out for his love.

"Here, mother, father, oma, opa, and your sister are always waiting for your brother's return.

Even if you are busy, do not forget to pray five times and enough rest. Take vitamin C and supplements for body anti-body. Eat too, don't forget to bang."

Unimagined again, all the attention and sacrifice of this woman in her life. But somehow, he became this son of a bitch.

"Abang, you heard me, right?"

The man gasped, then exhaled deeply. Trying to manage his emotions at the moment.

"Yes mother, you listen."

"Bang Anzar?" Call the woman over there.

"Yes mother."

"When you come home, you and I have found a candidate for you here."

Deg

This, this is what Anzar had feared all along.

The mother asked when she returned to the water, not to mention the issue of companion life. Anzar knew this kind of question would inevitably arise, for sure. Gradually everything will also be revealed.

"Did you?" There was a woman, because she had no answer from the son.

"Don't you hear what mom said?" Repeat again.

"Yes mother." Answer Anzar lirih.

"Listen, the prospective mother-in-law already exists. She's a good girl, from a good family. Father and mother think, at your ripe age, it's time for you to build a household."

The man's brain is concentrated. Must be how he answers his parent's question now.

"Wait a minute, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

Deg

The handsome man was riled up, very confused by the answer to the question posed by the mother. Does he have to answer 'yes'. He has a beautiful lover, good body also dear to him. But how, his family is not a voter of a partner. But they have standards for it. Among them are good women and good religion. Well that, how now?

Her boyfriend is a top professional model. The world of modeling is Nata's life. Dressing openly in fashion trends is her lifestyle. Glittering night is not taboo for him, considering if he was born and raised in the windmill country. Then how did Anzar introduce his lover to his family. Nata will be rejected by them.

"Abang, you really have a boyfriend?"

The voice of Arkia-the woman returned.

"Ah, no mother. Brother doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Huh, bullshit." Thought Anzar himself. Finally, the lie again slid without pause from his lips.

"Alhamdulillah. You see she's a good girl bang, brother must also know her."

The mother's words were not really he listened to now, because the messiness of the wrongdoers had enveloped his heart now.

"The plan is that Dad and Mommy will be preaching him to brother next week. So I hope you can come home here."

Deg

Doublekill, the next blow to Anzar.

"So how bang, brother can go home?"

"Ah that, Insaallah mother. Brother will be fine."

Pasrah's answer.

"Alhamdulillah. You see, my father said, the company in New York will be held by Uncle Aoi. So you can come home here, and focus on your marriage later."

For whatever sake, Anzar was really given a blow to his chest. Until the phone call with the bundaunnya ended, the roar on his chest remained. Torturing a groan in his head. Everything made him worry, the call to go home in the homeland, the matchmaking arrived, not to mention the fate of his relationship with the lover.

"Arrggg, is this my reply, Rabb?"

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To Be Continue

Hello readers😄😄

Sorry yes, I'm late update🙏🙏

I forgot chak quota, uh know already slic😂😂

So how to make this part🤔🤔

Sok ah, commentarr😄😄

Ok, see you in the other partyya😊😊

Sukabumi April 17, 2020

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