100 Percent Match
Hard to Refuse

Karel walked straight to the car door, opened it, then entered it with an exasperated look, letting his mother who was still laughing with her friend.

"Meladeni Mommy alone is complicated, especially plus his fellow students. Suspicious of me, Valen is Aunt Alea's son, must be just as fussy," Karel sighed as he held her head, elaborately.

Karel leaned back on the car's steering wheel to see his mother and Mrs Alea still showing off their neat arrangement of teeth between their red lips like traffic lights.

"Good that none of them wear gold teeth, if there is one, it must be out there already twinkling like a disco lamp."

Karel nodded while laughing his own grimace. Comforting her dead flea between two women while imagining how her daddy could leave the Netherlands for his chatty mother.

Finally, Lady Sophia opened the car door and got into the car and was greeted with a happy smile on Karel's face.

"Thank God, good news, finally arrived at the end of the event," hissed Karel with a sigh of relief and then straightened his body, ready to catapult his car home.

"Karel, how do I open the glass?" Lady Sophia's hand panicked, busy looking for a button to lower the car glass, but never found. Karel's mother seemed upset that she would miss the last parting session with her childhood best friend. Just because the car glass is difficult to take down.

"What car is this? The car glass is hard to open, wonder." Lady Sophia looked upset that Madame Alea was still eagerly waving her hands, but she could not reply and was seen by her sidekick.

Karel cuek alone with his mother who still continues to nag. The assumption is hearing a broken radio, the only way is to drive his car to get home quickly.

Thankfully, the streets were getting quiet as it was almost ten in the evening. His mother got out of the car and went into the house, followed by Karel.

"Say, Honey ...." Lady Sophia has been calling Mr. Peter since he just walked into the house. Her face was radiant, while Karel's face looked like a lacquered tomato, red with anger but withered from being unable to do anything about it.

Mr. Peter came out with small framed glasses fitted on his stocky face, until his glasses only looked like two raisins on bread.

Lady Sophia immediately sat on their import sofa that could coats softly when occupied by her thick body. Mr. Peter also sat down, so they both looked like two zeros clinging to each other.

"I found a future wife for Karel, Honey," explained Lady Sophia enthusiastically, looking at the stronger she was swinging her fan.

Seeing her husband had put on a serious face, meaning that he was ready to hear his explanation, Lady Sophia began to explain in a style like being in a declamation competition. Excited and with two hands that continue to move, almost beat Mr. Proclaimer when evoking the spirit of young Indonesians.

It seems that Lady Sophia is very masterful of the object she is telling, her eyes are sometimes closed while living, occasionally staring up and not infrequently while looking at Mr. Peter with a smile. All those eye movements are for the sake of increasing the confidence level of the person who hears the explanation.

"Name Valen. The girl is beautiful, sweet, gentle, loving, kind ...." Then Lady Sophia fell silent while thinking what else, while Mr. Peter's face looked impatient waiting for something else about the future wife of Karel who he said had just met his wife.

"Then?"

"Ah, just a lot, Daddy. You agree if Karel we're going to have a match with Valen, Honey?" Lady Sophia immediately confronted her husband with a question that really did not need an answer, because the answer was determined by Sophia herself.

Mr. Peter is just a formality nodding in agreement. Especially if his wife had called him 'honey', the old man had already lost the strength to resist.

"OK, Mommy set it up, Daddy agrees. Tomorrow we talk again, Daddy's still got work to do." Mr. Peter is right if his wife will only stop babbling if her wishes are confirmed. Before there is the word 'okay', then he should not move from his place with ears that must be ready to hear the re-broadcast.

"Ehm, Honey. You've always been the best husband to me, nothing else. I love you, Honey." Lady Sophia intensified the attack of praise until Mr. Peter with mangap only able to be happy. He did not choose the wrong wife, not in vain he left his country for his wife. Sophia got off the couch, went into the room, while Mr. Peter returned to his study.

The same thing happened at the home of Mrs Alea and Mr. Teddy. The two of them were talking about Karel, the future daughter-in-law in the house.

"Mam, it would be better to talk to Valen, who wants to have the marriage, not her." Mr. Teddy tried to find a middle ground between his only daughter and his beloved wife. It's so hard for Mr. Teddy to just choose the wishes of one of them.

"Waiting to talk to Valen took a long time, honey. The age has increased a lot, the waiting time for moss. Then we two, when's the nimang grandson?" Madam Alea insisted on her wish.

"Yes already. It's up to Mama" said Mr. Teddy, fixing the blanket near his chest and turning his back to his wife. Madam Alea spontaneously turned her head in annoyance.

"So, Papa's angry? Don't like Mama's plan?" The tone of Mrs Alea's voice sounded horror in Mr. Teddy's hearing, so he immediately turned back to face his wife again.

"No, Mam. Nor do they like. 'And Papa just asked Mama to talk to Valen first, '" said Mr. Teddy as he rubbed his wife's arm which was now twice as big as the first time he rubbed it. Debate over.

The next day, at Karel's house …

The smell of the breakfast menu had already burst into the family dining room of Lady Sophia. This morning he was seen beaming, his house assistant was also happy because their employer will cook and prepare his own breakfast for his family when his heart is happy like this.

"Did Mommy prepare all this?" karel asked with concern, because it meant that this morning his mother was happy. Mr. Peter approached the table with a smile and a thank you, as his wife pulled the chair from under the table for him to sit. Karel grew increasingly suspicious that there had been an agreement between them.

"Ehh." Mr. Peter cleared his throat as he coughed in a bad breath, wanting to call attention before announcing important things, choked until his face turned red, understandably westernized skin.

Lady Sophia swiftly thrust water directly into the glass with a worried face, until the atmosphere returned to normal. Only Karel's face was still abnormal because he was agitated waiting for his father's speech.

"So, look at Karel, given your age - "

"No, Daddy, nooo. I don't want to be betrothed" cried Karel with a face of dismay that cut off his father's conversation. Mr. Peter and Mrs Sophia looked at each other.