Pura-Pura Jodoh
Dating

Three days passed it seems Lula has not wanted to end his cold war with Frans. Surprisingly, the reaction shown by Lula had a bad effect on Frans' life.

The body is not so chaotic, Frans is always perfect in choosing perfume and appearance. But in each head feels empty, not thinking about the numbers or materials to be used for a new project. Surely the image of a sad face, beads of round eyes decorated with lentic eyelashes belonging to Lula slipped into the head.

Replaying the memories of his curse that night, and one that Frans regretted, it was also what finally awakened him to guilt, when Rainer told him.

Lula was chasing a madman! There was a boy friend of his who happened to pass by and help!

Those two sentences cast aside the shadow of Lula making out with Levin in the bushes or in the dark garden out there. That's what Frans is worried about. She was only worried that Lula was pregnant with another man. What will Rainer say, then? admit it was the baby?! That's not a solution.

Frans smiled ironically. Apparently his mind is too far away. Fear for fear could not keep Lula from joining in until this very moment. He was also afraid of failing to bring Lula in kindness. And his fear without him knowing it just incised a wound in Lula's heart. The attitude he thought was firm, just rude according to Lula.

The meeting scheduled for the morning had just been closed by Ibnu. I don't think he can catch all the talk today. Even so he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, because such a drab meeting finally ended as well.

“Give the minutes to my room!” frans' message before leaving the meeting room. He came last, and left the earliest. No matter their views later.

Arriving in his room, Frans replayed the incident several days ago in his luxury home. It feels like a mediocrity, empty and lonely.

Lula seemed to keep such a long distance, reluctant to be reached. In the morning, when she was about to say hello, the girl was already wearing a helmet, ready to go to school picked up by Zola.

During the day, bothered by the pile of work, he ordered his men to pick up Lula. And finally, they always say that Lula has gone home with Zola.

When night falls, he always tries to finish his work early. However, again when he arrived at the mansion, Lula had already entered the room with the door locked tightly, the girl was already asleep. He did not say when his lips said his name.

She thought Lula would be like any other little girl who bought her favorite item, and would talk at length, sitting and telling her stories as usual. But the girl turned cold to him. According to him, it is easier to beat Priscilla who is angry than Lula who is sulking.

In fact, in retrospect, wasn't he the one who should be angry?! Lula left without word and saying goodbye, coming home late. Yes, understand, again his attitude that night was like haunting him. Telling Lula if she's angry because of her rude attitude.

“Can't be left, I have to take the time to talk to him.” Frans who had just landed his bo-kong stood up again. His hands clenched tightly, resting his body on the table.

Just then, the door of the room opened slowly. The man in a neatly buttoned suit, stepped closer to Frans' desk. His thin lips curved into a smile, as a greeting to the top. For a few days the boss behaved like a man who was breaking up but he did not dare to ask, what is it? although honest, his curiosity every day is increasing.

Ibnu put the agenda book on the table, handing over the minutes of today's meeting. "If nothing is needed anymore, I'm sorry, sir!"

“Free the schedule after lunch!” frans' orders, before Ibn left his room.

“Tapi—

“I SAID EMPTY! You don't know this is the weekend? I want to date!” Frans astonished himself with his words. He shook his head quickly, “Mak—I mean I want to take Lula to buy a book,” error, embarrassed if until Ibn suspect how nervous he is at this time.

“Good, Sir!” Ibn retreated slowly, then left his superior's room.

Lunch is still an hour away, but Frans' patience is as thin as a tissue. He just went straight into the room, changed clothes before Lula's school-time came home.

After feeling ready, Frans came to Ibn's room. Even his private secretary was shocked to see his appearance, which was far from his age. It feels like laughing, but afraid of getting SP three.

“A—ada what?!” frans asked, accompanied by a thin grin. “Do I look dazzling in your eyes?!” he found, when he realized the judging gaze that Ibnu showed.

“My dad really wants to date Miss Lula?”

As if reminded of his appearance. “What is inappropriate? Uh, I told you I'd just drive him to buy a book! Don't tell me it's a date! She's a little girl, I consider her my own daughter.” Frans reminded, lucky he was quick to give an excuse, if not sure he would be ashamed of himself with this attitude.

“O, yes? Obviously, I want to go with Lula not the same Eyeang Ano.” The sentence was like a compliment that was able to make Frans smile knot. This nearly one-week smile faded. “All people make send my motor!” frans' orders were remembered with the intention to come to Ibn's room.

The man was even more surprised, “Motor?”

Yeah, Frans thought they'd better ride the bike, just like Zola, who knows Lula didn't turn him down for the ride. “Yes, you should also go to the ENT doctor, to check your ears! Do you know now, still ask?!” frans said as he moved away from Ibnu.

Lunch time has arrived. Frans who had returned to his room could only pacing around the workspace, he felt that time did not turn, felt so long until saturation attacked him.

“What motor has come?” frans asked, when his steps returned to Ibn's room. He's already impatient.

“Not yet, Sir!”

“Do not until I am late because of waiting for the motor to come!” frans recalled, he could not imagine that Lula was waiting for him in front of the school, overheating, or even rain.

Just as Frans was walking towards the door, Ibn's cell phone rang aloud. Someone told him if the motorbike he ordered had arrived.

Without waiting for Ibnu's explanation, Frans immediately darted away. He doesn't want to be late to pick up Lula even though he knows time is still enough for a trip to Barracuda High School.

Arriving at school, the atmosphere still looks lonely. There was hardly anyone who stood in front of the gate. Frans thought they weren't finished off the lesson schedule. He waited, leaning his bo-kong in the motorcycle seat.

However, it was almost an hour waiting for Frans to find no shadow of Lula's body coming out of the gate. Not only Lula, not even a single student came out of the school gate.

Feeling tired, Frans finally went to the security post. He asked the guard who happened to be watching a television show. “At home yet, sir?!” ask Frans.

“Not yet to return, Sir! But the children are indeed off, it's Saturday.” the man replied lightly, not even realizing the annoyed expression Frans showed at this time.

"Is that?!" the smile sounded laughable, Frans was laughing at himself.

"Yes, I thought you were on a date, so I didn't tell you!" said the man.

"All right, thank you." Without thinking anymore, Frans immediately went up on his bike. He slightly stayed away avoiding the embarrassment that was increasingly ambushing him. He wanted to call Lula, ask where the girl was.

Three times Frans tried to call Lula. Unfortunately the call did not receive an answer from the number owner. Frans almost slammed his phone because Lula never picked up the call. His sense of unease was mounting, he swore if this was his last call to Lula's number, if it was not lifted, he would forever not call that number.

“Hallo, where are you?” luckily Lula picked up the call, aborting her swearing earlier.

“At home.”

Frans was silent, meaning that this morning when he did not find Lula on the porch of the house, the girl was still in the room.

“Are you not bored?”

“No.”

Frans swallowed his saliva, Lula's reply was so cold and short. “Okay, Daddy will be home now.” Frans stared at her phone screen which signified the total minutes of the call. The call was cut off unilaterally by Lula. “No manners!”

While driving his sport bike, Frans lips laughed amusedly, laughing at his crazy-like demeanor. He felt no need to wear a denim jacket, jeans and white shoes. This is too much. And Lula is definitely going to GR-an! Because her appearance adjusted the girl's taste. But it would be a waste of time if he returned to his office.