BLIND DATE
Chapters. 11

A few hours before Tristan showed up at the cafe.

"Where is that girl? He's been refusing my calls repeatedly." Tristan put his phone in a rage on the table. "Why does she show up on a dating show if there's an appointment with another man." Tristan thought again. "Women are complicated. More exhausting than work." Tristan took a breath.

"Used?" tristan muttered during a break in his apartment. He recalls Jarvis' words. "So if I marry her I'll get a trace?" Tristan's head lowered to see his hand grabbing the espresso cup. Then sip it in peace. "Fuck with that. If she was such a woman, wouldn't it be better. Because I just need some kind of business relationship, without any love, because it'll weaken my brain while working." Tristan stays on his feet.

This man still has no desire to get married. The only thing in his brain is work and work. He began to think of marrying a prospective woman in this matchmaking only because of the words of his grandfather who was very fond in his heart, which is about his parents. According to him, what his grandfather said that afternoon in his study was true. The old man will grow old and die. It would probably be the biggest regret of his life if he did not comply with the old man's wishes.

Often there is a lot of burden on his shoulders, if the grandfather has talked about his old self and his parents who have died before. After all, the old geezer only wanted to see his happiness. Which is very contrary to the happiness he really wants.

Not not wanting to get married, but Tristan did not want to get married. Not not not finding a woman who can make him melt and fall in love, but he does not want to seek so fate does not want to bring him to meet his soul mate.

The phone in his hand was shaking. Someone sent him a message. It was a little surprising because it was the person in the car. Jennys! Especially when reading the contents of the message, which is to make an appointment to meet.

"So he couldn't be reached and called me himself" Tristan muttered as he grunted softly and smiled obliquely.

***

They met again with the initiative of Ara. He had to clear this up because he did not want the wages to be returned.

"I think you ran away after that date" Tristan said in response to Ara's appearance with a mask covering her face.

"That's not a date. It's just a regular meeting," ralat Ara. "And ... Why did you make a wedding plan before you got a yes from me?" ara Tegur. Tristan silence. Staring at Ara straight.

"Isn't the purpose we met at that time a marriage?"

"I can't do it. That's my Grandpa's power. So if you want to cancel, talk to my grandfather."

"Mr Haga? It's impossible." Ara glancing.

"You don't know my name, but you remember my grandfather's name."

"That's not important." Ara shook her hand. "I don't want to get married, Tristan. And I'm sure you're the same. We don't want an unwanted marriage."

"Why do you think I don't want to marry you?"

"Of course you know. How could you let me meet another man when I was your future wife. You won't be mediocre with that."

"Maybe I'm a good man. So let his future wife play with another man before it's completely official to be husband and wife."

"Impossible. Don't talk silly." Ara flicked her hand again. "You're a sane man. Freedom will be destroyed if you ..."

"I also love freedom" Tristan said.

"Yes. Good that." Ara flicked her finger in satisfaction.

"Even so, are we not obliged to marry because it has been arranged?" the word Tristan made Ara thin her lips.

Already arranged? So this guy doesn't care who's being betrothed? Will he marry whichever woman he is marrying? So resigned. Like not doing it, Ara grumbled in the heart.