Pura-Pura Jodoh
Swells

“Kakak, why brother does not come home anyway, why play with his Om Frans for so long!” rengek Ben hugged Lula. Apparently the boy felt a loss for Lula's figure.

Ben's embrace makes Lula freeze, that's how they are, if close like Tom and Jerry. If, apart is not denied, Lula also misses the boy's distraction, his chatter, his nosiness, and his laughter.

“Kakak didn't come home. Sister is at home here!” Lula replied while returning Ben's embrace. Making the boy immediately glance towards Frans.

“Om, when is my brother returned?! don't be long Ben lonely tau!” sue Frans with an annoyed face. “I'm lonely, Om really no one is sullied!” the complaining, dramatically.

“Ask a new friend with your father! Surely Rainer's dad will make Ben a new friend. Brother Lula has a death contract with Om Frans.”

Rainer, who was unpacking the suitcase with his wife, glanced sharply at Frans. They were taking souvenirs from Semarang, for whom else if not for Lula, who he said asked for a lot of clothes. "Poisons, Lo, yes!" rainer's spray curses his son-in-law.

“Sit down first, you must be tired, right? Brother make a drink first for father mother.” Lula leads Ben to sit on the couch.

“Neither let you take it yourself! Consider it your own mother's house.” It felt strange when Frans called Zahira as Mother. Never once could have imagined that his best friend would be his father-in-law.

“Download you sit! Unload that souvenir for you,” timpal Rainer, pointing at the suitcase that just dismantled its contents.

Lula looks enthusiastic approaching the pile of new clothes given by Mother Zahira. He opened one by one, looking very happy because the mother bought more than ten pieces of clothing.

“Mother add regular plane luggage dong! This is a lot, Bun.” Lula was amazed when Zahira opened the other suitcase.

“You think poor dad, cook pay for luggage just can't afford?” cibir Rainer glanced at Frans.

No one responded to Rainer. Frans, who had been sitting in a chair, offered Ben a light snack on the table.

“Kak, feeling yesterday Mother brought you clothes, quite a lot, where to go clothes?”

“You're torn in? how rough is the game?!” cibir Rainer, his accusatory gaze grew sharper towards Frans.

Frans was upset himself. First, the charge, he never tore Lula's clothes off. Second, why did Lula not ask her for clothes, as if she considered herself a poor man who could not afford to buy clothes for her. Doesn't he know, if good clothes are one of the obligations of a husband to his wife.

“Udah on unload, Mother. Know for yourself since separating from Mother, Lula's body swells.”

“Which swells? The one is more skinny, iyah!” timpal Rainer in a mocking tone. While Frans only held back the annoyance behind the fake smile that is now shown.

“Mother with Daddy won't go straight home, right? Relax first here, once gathering is okay.”

Lula's words are inversely proportional to Frans, men actually want them to leave immediately.

“It looks like so, Lula! Mother was very tired. Body tight all.” Zahira complains while taking a seat next to Rainer. “Mother can be, take a break, at least until tired mother subsided,” ask Zahira.

“Of course you can, just go to the guest room.” Lula pointed towards her room. Before opening the door for both parents. He had already agreed with Frans, for a while they would sleep together upstairs until his parents returned home.

“Thank you.” Zahira took a paperbag with a brand name. Then hand it to Lula. “Special for you!” zahira said with a bright smile. The curious Lula so enthusiastically grabbed the object, then opened it excitedly, that her movements slowed down when she saw a rope of clothing more akin to the net.

“Ya. You must be very sexy to use it.” Zahira said softly as she glanced towards Ben Sagara.

Lula spread out the clothes, looking at her with narrowed eyes as she glanced at how her husband was currently responding. And true, the man had trouble gulping his saliva. Frans's current behavior provoked a crazy idea in Lula's head. She'll make her husband bend his knees to her.

“That's a shirt or a fishing net? Mother said it was expensive. But if it is expensive why it looks like a net. Ben aja ogah looking at clothes like, less material.”

“Yes, this expensive one is not the net, but the content that uses.” Lula answered the reaction Ben showed when he saw the clothes.

“Eh, wait. Mother also has a lot of rich clothes. In the big closet! Yes, right, Bun?”

Zahira did not answer, embarrassed by her daughter-in-law when caught wet collecting her night service clothes.

“Yes. The collection is already a closet. Every day I buy it for him. To the confusion of which makai.”

"Ben has never seen you wear that dress."

"Ben, please get me a drink baby, thirsty!" Zahira hurriedly interrupted. He didn't want Rainer to go deeper into the matter of the net suit.

Frans was silent. In his heart he kept on cursing.

“Better you save it first to the room, before Ben increasingly protest again with these clothes!” zahira orders after Ben moves away from the living room. He understands the nature of Ben, the boy will not stop asking if what makes him curious has not been answered perfectly.

“Alright, thank you for buying me this much clothing,” said Lula, carrying a pile of her new clothes into her arms.

Frans, who saw Lula's distress, helped the girl, taking her first to the second floor, in her room.

Now there are two of them in that room. Lula, look confused about to put the clothes where. “Which isn't it put this, Dad?” ask Lula.

“Follow me!” frans' orders, after successfully locking the room door. The man stepped first, towards one of the rooms in the corner, Lula immediately followed Frans' steps.

When the door was wide open, Lula found a room with a lot of glass. Apparently it is not a random glass, if shifted will show a collection of clothing owned by Daddy Frans.

Lula had seen the walk in closet owned by the mother. But her husband's property is far more luxurious than yours. Lula stops her steps when she finds a collection of bags and shoes behind a transparent glass cabinet.

His gaze was fixed on the various brands of bags there. Everything looks expensive, maybe Lula can not interpret how much a bag is worth. Lula tried to count the number of bags in sight. But in a matter of nine calls Frans who is now behind the closet echoed, asking Lula to come closer.

“Let here!” he opened the closet.

As Lula put down that pile of clothes. Frans tried hard to quell the attacking anger, he quickly held Lula's arm, as the woman was about to pass.

“Why not ask Daddy?” frans protests, honestly he felt his pride was trampled when he saw how Lula received the clothes given by her in-laws. It was as if he could not afford it.

He was much more capable than just buying clothes. Why is Lula not honest? Why didn't he tell her he needed clothes? Is it so far away that she doesn't know what Lula needs? What are these limits, aren't they a couple? Suddenly the feeling of demanding that arises in Frans' mind he does not accept if Lula continues to depend on Rainer. He didn't want to be branded an irresponsible son-in-law!