Pura-Pura Jodoh
Me Or Him

Bubbles of excitement burst in Lula's heart when she saw the makeup on her face. This time he praised his amazing work. Although Lula spent almost an hour using his time to berias.

The fool with the sound of knocking on the door that had been heard began an hour ago. But, Lula reluctantly opened, saying if he had not worn a single cloth and reasoned soon to come out.

And look at this moment, Lula looks so charming with a simple dress without arms. The dress with peach color taken from the closet, looks so attached to his body, like the clothes were designed specifically for Lula.

Lula slightly pulled the tassel on the front to cover the cut of her chest that was so low. The bottom of the dress swung as Lula walked closer to the door. Lula clamps her hair high showing large earrings that are deliberately used, the logic is trying to drive away the mind if this is just a second-hand item, former Aunt Priscilla of course. All he cared about was Frans' words, beautiful makeup!

Lula smiled sumringah before pulling the door lever. When he opened wide, he only found silence.

“Am I taking too long, to make it sound?!” Lula muttered as she approached the sofa. Where her husband is sleeping. He realized that he had been in the room for too long.

“Dad!” he nodded while nudging Frans' feet. “Daddy!”

Lula looked at Frans' tired-looking face, it was a waste of an hour that she was standing in front of the glass screen. He can already predict the cancellation of this dinner, because Frans did not respond to his call.

Lula crouched down beside the sofa, stacking her cheekbones with both hands. For a moment let out a whisper, “Daddy, I'm ready.” As Lula said that, her lips drew closer, stopping right beside Frans's ears. “Daddy! Am I ready?!” As if to reciprocate Frans' treatment this afternoon.

A warm breath from Lula's lips could actually wake Frans. The man blinked, then opened his eyes wide. Frans repeatedly rubbed his eyes, to determine whether what he saw was right or wrong.

“Not so dinner?” lula asked, a little regretful of being in the room for too long. "I'm late?" his weakness.

Frans was still pensive, judging the scene before him. The image of Lula's body at this time, caused a strange feeling in Frans. The bright red lips that look fitting, the chest that is slightly contained, the neck that is exposed all, in fact able to unsettle ****** his. “Just Lula. Daddy said be yourself!”

“Am I beautiful, Dad?!” Lula stood in front of Frans, spinning a semicircle showing off her skills in berias.

Frans who was still lying down just shook his head confused about how to respond. “Cantics, anyway! But, singles.” bursts while occupying his body.

Lula as reminded back to the wound that had been incised Elkan. “Already come, pity eyang nungguin us later.”

“Eyang already gave up, he came home first, you later anyway!” frans said, reasoned.

Lula dropped her body on the sofa, lying down also beside Frans. His face seemed to regret what had happened. He doesn't know if it's a lie.

“Eat alone with Daddy! How?” tawar Frans's.

“Nggak.”

“Where the hell? Doesn't it matter that make up is taken?” Frans got off the couch, he couldn't get close to Lula for now. The core of his body had already given a standby signal of one. She was afraid to lose control and blow up the hot larvae. “Consider, you're overtime. And this is a gift from Daddy, so you can be more comfortable working with me. Or do you want to move up the ranks? From bo’ongan wife to real wife. I see you quite potential.” I don't know what madness is in Frans' mind, it seems to sleep on the sofa forgetting his words earlier before falling asleep, who considers Lula only as a child.

Lula laughed broadly. “I'll think about it later!” origin answers.

“Wait here first! Daddy wants to take a shower.”

Lula nodded, letting the man go. Lula had thought about why the man did not enter the same room with her, but after realizing that another room was on the third floor, Lula understood that the man must have visited there.

Lula thought the waiting time would be fast, apparently the same. The man went back in after an hour had passed, carrying a box in his hand.

“I almost fell asleep again, Dad!?” lula lamented, as the man stepped closer to her.

“Even I'm asleep!” Frans did not want to lose, one hand opened the box, thrusting in front of Lula. “I'm long for waiting for this to come. Change shoes! Cook the tops are already fancy dresses, underneath school shoes!”

“I had to fulfill my husband's request,” he said as he grabbed the shoe. “So pretty, does this belong to Aunt Priscilla? Oh, I'm sorry Auntie. I had to borrow a moment.” Lula muttered, ending with a small laugh.

The girl had no idea how upset Frans was when she mentioned the woman's name. The woman who was thought to be messing with her beautiful dreams. "Don't call him anymore!" who is not disappointed, after being left out of marriage, waiting for a widow and intending to start again from the beginning, accepting Priscilla as it is, the woman actually left him, leaving him, and create the chaos that befalls them at this time. "From that day on, my goal is no longer him."

Feeling ready, Frans clasped Lula's hand and took her out of the office building to a restaurant that was ready to welcome her.

It did not take long, Frans' Maserati car had stopped in front of a famous restaurant. Frans asked Lula to walk beside him, flanking his sturdy arm.

“We really like a couple, Dad.” The first sentence that came out of Lula's lips, when Frans brought her into a fancy restaurant.

“Are we not a couple? We even have a marriage book. Your name is also already under my name in Family Card.”

Lula laughed gracefully, not wanting to dispel the elegant moment embedded in her tonight. Frans has been dazzling, a bow tie has been wrapped around his neck, in harmony with his appearance. I don't know what everyone is going to say about this relationship. Maybe they'll think Frans cheated on Priscilla.

“Only black on white paper, Dad!” whisky Lula. "All will return when I say resign from this job! I'm a widow, and Daddy's officially a widower."

Frans indifferently, he pulled out an empty chair, asking Lula to sit down. No need to call the waiter because Frans had ordered Lula's favorite menu before they arrived.

This time they sit facing each other like a romantic dinner provided for couples. The flame of the candle lit up brightly, accompanying the chatter of their aimless beginnings.

“Lula!”

“Ya?” lula Sahut.

“Not so.”

Lula throws lips, random indeed her husband. It was strange to hear Frans say that. “Daddy!”

“Hm?” Frans thought Lula would reciprocate her attitude earlier.

“What Daddy still hopes aunt Priscilla is back?” tanya Lula started to enter into a serious conversation. After getting an answer from her husband maybe this will determine their relationship in the future.

“Pengen knows the answer?” Frans asked back, looking reluctant to discuss Priscilla.

“Clearly, because it determines the level of my career as your wife.”

Frans smiled wryly. “No. Daddy didn't expect him back.”

“Reason?”

“No interest only, the opportunity is only there once. And Daddy gave it to him twice. If he didn't take that, would there be a chance to three?” Frans glanced at Lula. “WILL NOT EXIST!” emphatically.

“What about Daddy's feelings?! Can love defeat everything?” Lula could see the change in her husband's face. "If he comes back soon, who will Daddy choose? me or him?"