Pura-Pura Jodoh
Semboja

With the school uniform still wrapped in his body, Lula also escorted Sofya's body to the final resting place. Standing in the line of people crying for Sofya's departure. Behind her body, Frans is wearing black clothes.

The man went home, changed his motorcycle with a car. Actually Frans brought a change of clothes for Lula, but the woman was reluctant to use it.

"Don't take too long, remember you're running a fever!" Frans tried to remind her, Lula only replied with deheman. “I went to my mother's grave first!” whisky Frans.

Since coming out of the cafeteria area, the communication between the two of them was not fine. Lula was busy with the funeral procession. Frans was busy with his own arguments.

And at this moment, hearing Frans' soft tone, Lula was compelled to correct it. His palm restrained Frans' arm that was about to leave. “I came,” he said, he wanted to know because he had never visited the tomb of the in-laws.

“You get your business done here first!” whisky Frans.

“It's done.” Lula turns around, approaching Sofya's father, who also delivers her daughter. Plan to say goodbye first.

The two of them walked hand in hand through the tomb after tomb. The distance was quite far, it took a few minutes to reach the goal, and even more boring, no one tried to break the silence.

Lula gave up, letting silence accompany her. Until they arrived at one of the tombs bearing the name Vania, Lula also sat crouching, doing the same thing Frans did.

The tomb is clearly preserved. The grass that grew on it looked greener than the other tombs. The small tree growing in the center of the mound is a sign that until now, the tomb was still well guarded by people who loved it. Lula thought, if it was her husband.

Seconds by second passed, slowly Lula could see how the process of fragility of the man. There were no tears, but it was clearly the radiance of sadness that Frans was showing at this time. Lula patted the man's shoulder slowly. “Mama-in-law must be proud of Daddy!” lula said comfortingly. “He's feeling Daddy's current achievement.”

Frans softly shook his lips smiling wryly, he denied what Lula said. How could his mother be proud of him if he had already destroyed the feelings of others. His ears still feel wet will mama's message at that time, a message that asks him to appreciate women despite having a lot of money to just buy pleasure.

As she grew older she began to understand the meaning of her mother Vania's words. ‘Don't like your papa, mentang-ang has a lot of money everything is mastered, including satisfaction.’ Unfortunately Frans did that, he was already destined to have a papa-like nature, and Priscilla was the victim, and that sense of guilt always accompanied his steps. Because what? Because indirectly, she was the cause of the divorce of Priscilla and her husband.

“I'm missing mama.” Frans said softly.

“Yes already, special today, can hug Lula as much as possible!” persuade Lula.

Frans smiled obliquely, felt funny, Lula's speech was like being seduced with a baby, who once hugged instantly silent. He didn't, he needed something else first, maybe. It wasn't Frans who hugged Lula. Quite the contrary, Lula who was hugging Frans waist, was struggling spoiled on the man's arm.

“You're home now?” tawar Frans, though it was actually a question that Lula should have given him.

“Bby.” Lula walked first, towards the car parked outside the tomb area.

They again went hand in hand, with Lula in front. “Dad?”

“Hm?” frans' sahutan was so soft, it barely reached Lula's ears.

“Dad, am I that low? What exactly does Daddy think of me? Do you think I am a woman involved in free sex?”

While following Lula Frans' steps replied firmly. “Many reasons make Daddy have such thoughts." Majic wipes, one of them, from which Lula knows, if he has never used them. And more convincingly, Lula said earlier when in the canteen. Fever, early signs of pregnancy. This is further confirmed by Rainer's opinion. Think Frans. "Ski—if viewed this is impossible. But that's you, full of secrets. Daddy doesn't know what you're doing out there. Although it feels reluctant to believe that you have entered one of the teenagers in it,” said Frans at length, trying to deny, but there are many facts that give clues.

“Why does Daddy think so?” Lula laughed blandly. “Lula has indeed seen a pair of round-naked humans, in the video and another one between daddy and aunt cecil. The rest is not.”

Lula's words made Frans not warty, just remember the girl.

“Daddy is too adorable! Daddy watched for himself the way my mother's father educated me. They always tell me, whatever I do with my boyfriend. Do not lose my most precious thing before the man speaks a sacred sentence. I used to love someone, but he didn't love me. There is a man who volunteered to be my lover, it turns out I was just playin.” Lula shakes. “That's bad I was in their eyes until I didn't dare to love anymore. But thank God, I realized, if all I need to think about is not myself, but them. My parents, how can I make them proud.” Suddenly Lula turned around, walked back, slowly, focusing her gaze toward Frans.

“You need proof that I'm still virgin?” Lula tried to flirt. “Evennight. First man after Lula what age?” Lula hung up her words, thinking, she forgot when the father last helped her change clothes. “Eight years maybe. Daddy was the first man to see my body. This morning I was in shock! Surely daddy will insult me because of my little one! but that's okay, because the fact is that. He said later if it had been touched, it would be great alone!” Lula said innocently as she turned around to hide her shy face. He had already lowered his ego, exposing all about himself to the man.

Behind her body, Frans feels guilty about Lula. He's been wrong, accusing the girl of a no-no. Her determination is getting round, taking good care of Lula, until the girl finds her true love, replacing Rainer's role well.

A little more steps they arrived at the car park. Frans stopped his steps, picking up the white flowers that had fallen between the streets. “Lula!” frans exclaimed, trying to stop Lula's steps. He followed his wife's steps.

“Hm?” Lula turned her body, meeting Frans' body which was already in front of her, without a good enough distance. His heart was pounding as Frans' hand pinned the flowers in his ear. From the smell he was able to recognize the type of flower. “This famous flower is mystical, Dad! I'm not the one who needs this!” lula's hand was about to grab and move the flower, but Frans's hand prevented it.

“You are not mystical! But mysterious to me. For me, the flower symbolizes eternity, that's all you need to know!” frans said as he continued his steps towards the side door of the steering wheel, leaving Lula still standing behind the car.

Lula smiled brightly as she felt the flower in her ear, picking up the flower while opening the car door. “Eternity for what? Relationship as husband-wife or father and son?” asked Lula after she managed to sit on the passenger bench.