FRAMED MATCHMAKING

FRAMED MATCHMAKING
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"Surge.." shouted Randi at the reporter who photographed from the front of the car, it felt like Randi wanted to hit the reporter.


"Mas explained to us who is the woman who is beside mas Randi?" the journalist said that the sneyel made Randi furious and finally chose to rewind his car, after it was considered safe Randi immediately turned the car and sped away leaving the reporters who were still shouting to call his name.


While beside her Risha looked shocked, she just kept quiet and said nothing.


"Sorry.." said Randi but not given any response by Risha.


"Descend me here mas." Pinta Risha made Randi surprised because they were on the highway.


"But Ris..."


"I beg you, I don't want to get involved with the problem mas. I don't want to be a destroyer of relationships mas. So I beg you better mas don't bother me anymore."


"I just want to live a quiet life mas." said Risha which of course makes Randi feel hurt.


"It's all just a misunderstanding." Randi still wants to try to explain.


"Whatever it is, I beg you."


Randi was silent for quite a while, "If my problem is over, if I prove to have no relationship with Keisya as what was in the media."


"Do you still want to marry me?"


Risha's turn was silent for quite a while.


"Let me down at the front of the mas." Pinta Risha made Randi give a rough sigh.


Randi complies with Risha, he stops his car in front of the stop.


And when Risha wants to go out, Randi says something that makes Risha stop for a moment.


"I'll get things done soon and when I'm done I'll make sure we get married."


Risha was silent in her place for a while until she finally got out of the car and away from Randi's car.


Risha was sitting in the garden bench not far from the stop, the mind that had been a little calm now suddenly returned to chaos after meeting with Randi.


Even now he does not know where to go because Risha is worried that he will return to the kost oara journalists are still there and may still recognize his face.


Naw,... Risha did not want to deal with those reporters. Risha doesn't want to cause any trouble.


Risha then reached into his pockets, he did not even bring his phone only 1 sheet of money ten thousands.


"Enough to ride an angkot." Risha's inner.


Risha stood about to leave the park but her steps stopped when she saw a group of journalists who had intercepted her while together with Randi.


Sontak Risha turned around and passed by the back garden while occasionally looking back fearing that the reporter was kneeling her.


At this time Risha was really afraid and did not know where to go until finally he decided to go to the Nindi boarding house not far from the park.


And when entering the alley, Risha was surprised when a hand arrived to float her.


"Why are you Ris?" the voice that made Risha breathe was relieved because it was the voice of Nindi who had just returned home from the clinic.


"Can I go to your hostel?" risha asked while looking around.


"Oh my goodness, I can." Nindi. "Why are you part of it? from the end of the alley I called nyut even more fasten his way." astonished Nindi looked at Risha who looked frightened.


"Can't we just talk at your boarding house?" tanya Risha clings to Nindi's hand and invites her to walk quickly.


Arriving at the boarding house, Nindi immediately gave water to Risha.


"Thank you Nin." Risha immediately gulped down the glass until it ran out.


"Actually there is a problem what the hell Ris, was told to go home with doctor Vano? is there a connection to that same artist Randi?" tanya Nindi started to wonder.


At first Risha was reluctant to answer but saw the curious look on Nindi's face waiting for her answer finally Risha told Nindi everything.


"Pardon me, so yes. pantes aja Randi often come to the clinic."


"I really suspect anyway, if Randi likes you. judging by the way he looks at you just like a pity" said Nindi made Risha look at Nindi.


"No believe? try to see his eyes just look at you. His gaze is different from others ris." explained Nindi.


Risha just let out a long sigh, "But in fact she's dating the artist."


Nindi nodded in agreement, "But it's weird that Randi never posts her photos on Instagram."


Risha just shook his head, He really does not understand the virtual world because he never played with the world of social media.


Nindi opened her phone, she was again surprised by the latest news that was getting hotter.


Just a few days into a relationship, artist Randi has brought another woman in his car.


"Crazy Ris, Crazy..." Nindi immediately gave her phone to Risha who immediately made Risha limp after reading the contents of the article.


"But fortunately, Ris, they don't squirm your face." Nindi again showed the contents of the article which is a photo of Risha looks unclear.


"So they don't know if it's me?"


Nindi nodded, though,


"Alhamdulillah...." Risha looks very grateful.


"But the heart of Ris, if you can do not deket the same mas Randi first it will even be discovered" said Nindi reminded.


"Yes Nin, thank you."


Meanwhile in another place a young woman looked haughty looking at the news that had just appeared on her sosmed.


"Oh so you have a girl?" the woman who was none other than Keisya smiled cynically at the news.


And Keisya was surprised when the door of his apartment was opened by the mother.


"What the hell are you? not so good to be a child" said Lisa Mama Keisya.


"Why can Randi walk with other girls? have you forgotten our purpose?"


Keisya could only let out a long sigh, "Mama just calm down, this is also another effort."


"Just like you don't want to know, you should be able to marry Randi."


"In the meantime, Mama's company is bankrupt and your father is also retired, so now your only hope is you."


"You should be Randi's wife and control all her possessions" Lisa said, staring intently at Keisya.


"Yes yes Ma, Mama has calmed down" said Keisya.


Although not yet able to smile satisfied but Lisa relieved if Keisya want to obey his wishes.


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