ent instructed Bik Yati to se
efki and his friend Eko were enjoying
in this advanced era, why is there still arranged marriages? Look ... back to
easy, huh!" retorted Zef
r to have grandchildren, they say. They don't know, do
on of yours into that narrow and damp cave. Wait a month, and
retorted, grabbing a used drink bottle and throwing
rom the screen, it was evident that hi
n though his mother tried m
ut of the cafe, bidd
m o
r you be a beautiful woman, like a heave
at his friend sharply, met w
arrived home. In the living room, Mr
poke with half a
down! Dad and Mom want t
a blank face and didn't respon
got permission from Mom. He's
at's why he's getting more arrogant!" exclai
dear?" Mrs. Cleme
ahead and eat first
aroma of fried rice prepared by Raceh filled the air, and Bik Yati placed it on the table. Zefki, un
ng the meal with a meaningful smile. She exchanged approving gla
n the living room, asking about their intentions. "What do
ou're leaving again!" scolded
r," he instru
to arrange a marriage for Zefki. Despite his initial resistance, Zefki's par
favored Raceh. Zefki listened, seemingly resigned, as his parents
ape this arranged marriage. Mrs. Clement, teary-eyed, pleaded for unders
agreeing to follow their plan. Mrs. Clement and Mr. Kenan exch
. Please don't cry again," Zef
Zefki left for the bathroom, hoping to cl
k, checking reports on his company's progress. Once do
here, Mom?"
remembering Raceh's culinary skills, praised it. Mrs. Clement left with a happy hea
ar?" Mr. Kenan
, we'll be grandpare
husband joined in the celebration. The night ended with a sens
ssignment. Upon arriving home, she shared warm moments wit
ned they all needed to gather in the family
"Ra, what does Dad want to t
anged marriage, sis. Yesterday afternoon,
rested in you, huh? No more single life for you
't know the person yet. But if it helps Dad's company recover, I have
ffering support. They comforted each other, and R
to prevent this arrange
on't want anything bad to happen
ers gathered in the family room. Mr. Fidel explained the a