Pura-Pura Jodoh
Ill

“Sick!” Lula tried to interrupt Frans' intention to make a sound. Trying to hold back so that the man did not tell him anything he knew earlier. He smiled gesturefully as the man looked at him with astonished looks. “Yes, Lula has a little fever, Yah!” obviously Lula was trying to convince Rainer.

“Slightly? Why take a trip to the hospital.” Put the back of her hand against Lula's forehead. His gaze sharpened towards Frans, as if demanding accountability from the man. “Be careful if the fever is high, accompany Lula Frans,” Rainer message, he can feel Lula's body temperature slightly rise. The girl really has a fever.

“Yes, definitely. She's my wife I'll take care of her.”

“Who to canteen?” search Lula, not usually the father wandering in working hours like this.

“Hungry, had no time for breakfast!”

Of course that answer made Lula suspicious. “A sick delay?”

“No. Just woke up last night.”

“Tumben mother of bad luck.” Lula laughed amusedly, very compact with what he experienced this morning.

And Rainer was just grimacing, there was no way he would say if his wife was not feeling well. Worried that the girl will worry about his wife's condition, even though Lula himself is not feeling well.

Rainer walked up to the window table to order food. While Lula looked at Frans sharply, as if she was throwing a threat so that her husband did not expose what had just been known.

“Iya, Daddy will not say anything,” said Frans who understood Lula's wishes. "Just calm down, whatever I'm gonna do for Lula. Like Lula did for Daddy."

“There is a fever-lowering drug? Lula usually wears syrup. He doesn't usually take drugs. If you are forced, usually use warm rice can.”

“Iya, already, Dad. It's just a regular fever!” Lula warned her father not to worry so much about her condition.

“If it gets worse, or you can't handle it. Call me, Frans! I stand by 24 hours,” Rainer's message.

“Tno need to worry. I can take care of Lula.” Feeling offended, because Rainer doubted his skill. “You ate it already? let's go home!” bring Frans. “We still have an appointment with ART that will work at home,”. He wanted to be free from this unpleasant situation.

Frans picks up on a deadly signal emitted by Lula. I don't know why he looked at her that way.

“Mas Frans is not very polite. Don't know if your father-in-law is eating again?! Do I need to order more food to accompany you guys to chat?”

Frans felt cornered. He relented, contacting someone to postpone his meeting with ART who was coming home. For a moment his focus was shifted to the phone screen. Reply to an office person's message that goes to his personal number.

“You're not late for your period, are you, honey?” Rainer began to suspect, lula's fever is an early sign of pregnancy. If so, dong!

Frans, who had initially focused on the phone screen, looked up to wait for Lula's answer. She heard what her in-laws had just asked, and was honestly very curious about Lula's answer.

“Pregnant is okay too, right Dad. There is also a husband.” Lula answered casually, closed with a small laugh that made Frans even more confused.

While the activity under the table, Rainer kicked Frans' leg hard, as if blaming the man if Lula was really pregnant.

"Sick, BEGO!" frans complained while rubbing his leg bones. He was also confused, his mind started to think about who had managed to impregnate Lula? From the answer given Lula as if not denied the news of her pregnancy. Didn't he get to fuck the girl? Levin's? Or Lula's lover? Goddamnit! Frans' head began to be noisy, demanding an answer from the question that suddenly appeared. Rela is not willing, if Lula is pregnant, then? Will I take care of a baby who is not my son?

Frans' chest rumbled, not accepting because Lula had cheated so far. “Emang you're really pregnant?” frans' search wanted to confirm Lula's answer.

“Secret! Let's have a surprise.”

Don't you? this fucking? How can I be this innocent being asked to take responsibility for what I never did. Patience, Frans! Patience yes! Why are they trapped like this. Complaints continued to search Frans' mind, until Rainer left the bench because his breakfast was over. Even ignoring his fries that had not been eaten.

“Bayarin has a father!” ask Rainer, then leave the canteen.

Lula was finally free from inner pressure. His lips breathed a sigh of relief, then stared fixedly at Frans. “Don't tell Dad! Dad was stingy, always corrupt the money Grandpa gave me. Said for the future of Lula,” Lula warned.

Frans is no longer interested in that. He had to find an answer to Rainer's prediction. “You pregnant?”

Lula let out a laugh, she did not think that her husband was taking what was said seriously.

“Pregnant with whom?” Lula asked back, then left the bench, “Udah come, we must be ready to follow the funeral.

“Lula?! Answer first! if pregnant with anyone. It means that forever we will be bound, they will think that it is my son.” Frans is trying to catch up with Lula, she has to find the answer to her curiosity. “Who is his biological father, tell daddy!”

Lula did not answer. His steps continued to stretch out of the canteen area, followed by Frans who continued to scold him with various sentences.