Pura-Pura Jodoh
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BMW sport motorbike black color managed to split the solid streets of Jakarta. Lula, sitting behind Frans' body, deliberately took some distance. Although their relationship had improved, she did not want to be too attached to the man.

Lula so enjoyed the night view behind the helmet worn. Without protest, the man would take him away, because he felt the road passed was not the path to the house.

Frans himself was focused on staring at the road, driving calmly. Not in a hurry, slowly as if not willing their motor to arrive at the destination.

Frans' motor was stopped by a red-lit traffic sign. Their position was right in the front row, until not long later, before the lights turned green again, a motorbike aligned the two of them.

Just then, Lula stared at the right side. Catching a pair of humans chatting while joking on a motorcycle. Lula recognized the voice, unfortunately Lula did not recognize who the woman who was hugging the man was.

There is no need to doubt because Lula's eyes are still normal, from the license plate number and the color of his motor Lula poultice correctly. He knows who that man is.

Lula took a deep breath, enduring the sudden discomfort. He assured me that he would not feel hurt. Lula was only disappointed because here, his position was only like a reserve. To the extent that he thought, any man would accept himself sincerely. In fact, the Daddy wants to be with him because he also needs it, needs it as a substitute for the main character.

'No one wants to be the same, LULA!' the whisper seemed to wake him up.

Lula almost toppled over when Frans pulled the gas lever suddenly. The man suddenly pushed his bike forward so hard that it forced Lula to slightly advance, holding on to the end of the man's jacket.

Lula hopes Frans doesn't realize who she just met. Whether lovers or what, but if they do not have a relationship, it will not be possible for the woman to hug her body tightly.

“Everything sits not far later if it falls Daddy does not know how?”

Lula did not respond, his mind was still reflected on the figure of the man he thought was innocent, no matter what the temperature was. “Dad! Streets yuk!” Lula tried to shift her mind. It doesn't matter what that guy does out there.

“Where?”

“Sucert, Daddy. Lula again wants to go for a walk.”

“Where to Eyang's house?” tawar Frans's.

“That's not a walk, Dad!”

“But it's funny later you can laugh if you meet eyang.”

What might the laughter from Eyang be able to pull him in excitement. Lula shook her head, there she would be even more depressed about having to pretend to love this man. “Neg. Lula just wants to take a walk.”

Frans had no idea where Lula was going. Some of the time in his life is used for work, so it is difficult to think. At most the place his memories are with Priscilla and he is not wanting to remember that.

“Where are you going? Daddy doesn't know where to play young people today.”

“Ke anywhere, as long as do not invite me to check-in hotel.” Lula answered quickly.

Frans curled up, again lowering the speed of the motor. “Yes, let's go home! Daddy hungry, haven't eaten.”

“I haven't cooked.” Yes, Lula has not cooked, this afternoon she forgot because she was busy cleaning up unused clothes.

“Then let Daddy cook.” Frans agrees, hoping Lula will fulfill her wish.

“Why don't we buy satay, or meatballs. Looks good.”

“Bby, but two bowls yes!” Lula said excitedly.

“Ten bowls also can.” Frans replied, while stopping the speed of the motor. He had absolutely no idea where to eat that delicious-tasting meatball where. Usually he would go into a restaurant with Priscilla, but during his stay in Jakarta, had never come to a meatball restaurant. Frans intends to make a road guide application, who knows there is a meatball restaurant that tastes good.

“Daddy what?" ask Lula. "We'll eat there!” Lula pointed at the roadside stall, which was deserted by visitors. Only tent stalls, minimal lighting.

“We don't know if it's good or not Lula," Frans refused, turning a little towards Lula. "So much later, how about corpse meat? Nyari is safe!”

Lula took a deep breath before saying, “Daddy, take a shadow! That old man's stall was deserted, right? Lula didn't know how she could make money. What if the installment is due tomorrow? Daddy doesn't pity. Let's just go in there. Who knows if he needs money!”

"That's just your mind, Lula!"

Lula down from the top of the motor. Standing next to Frans who was still loyal sat on his motorcycle. "There's no harm in eating there. Daddy's hungry too, isn't he?"

Frans thought for a long time, until he did not realize that Lula had crossed the road, approached the tent shop meatballs. And finally, inevitably, Frans complied with Lula's request, he followed and parked his bike next to the tent.

Lula welcomed the joyful arrival of her husband. His smile looks loose and sincere, his arms flank Frans' hands, struggling spoiled like a romantic couple today. He forgot that he was sad because he saw Elkan holding another girl.

After ordering the meatballs, Lula sat back in front of Frans. In order to drive away the silence because Frans was busy with his cellphone, Lula did not want to lose. He replied to a message from Zahira's mother who asked what she wanted from Semarang because they happened to be traveling.

Lula smiled with relief, she was very happy because she still received special attention from the mother.

[Can you ask for a lot of clothes? No need to brand the important fit for Lula.] The clothes in the closet stayed a few pieces, so Lula decided to ask for souvenirs.

Unfortunately Zahira's mother did not reply, she just read a message from Lula.

[Many pajamas yes, Mother!] Lula sent another short message.

[I grant your request!] Bundaharan.

Lula smiled brightly reading the message. He kept his phone when his order came. He didn't order ten bowls, he ordered the special meatballs that were there.

"Why smile?!" frans asked strangely at his wife's laughable smile.

"Tonight Daddy's handsome!" sahut Lula, originally, his hands were busy wiping the eating utensils with tissue. Then hand it to the husband.

"You likey?" reflex Frans asked.

"I love a handsome Daddy, but not when his face turns killer!"

Frans shook his head slowly. I don't know what it's like to hope Lula compliments him. "Let's eat!" frans said shut the screwdriver down. Started bribing the meatballs.

While Lula continued to chatter, telling stories everywhere. And tonight, Lula did not mention Priscilla by name, as if she really intended to keep Frans away from her.

They both do not realize, if from the outside of the house a man was following him, taking a portrait of the togetherness of the two of them. Whether it had been a shot at how clear the images would be to anger anyone who saw it.