Pura-Pura Jodoh
I Love You

With casual clothes attached to his body, Frans came to the restaurant where he promised to meet Priscilla. Frans arrives in time, as he searches for Priscilla's whereabouts, he cannot find her.

Frans told the waiter, mentioning the number of the table to be occupied. Who knows Priscilla's having trouble finding her seat.

Time rolled so fast, almost an hour of waiting, in fact there was no sign of Priscilla coming to his desk. Frans is starting to get tired. Tens of questions he had already prepared. And it's all about Lula. But the facts that happen, time seems to help, forget what you want to know.

In order to fill his time, Frans began typing a message for his little wife. His fingers were so excited, so agile as to touch the small letters on the screen.

[Rula ..].

[You're home yet?]

[Let Daddy guess.]

[🫣🫣🫣]

[Definitely thinking about Daddy, right?]

[Hayo, ngaku!🧐]

[O, yes Daddy bring souvenirs for you]

[Not responding?]

[What the hell is it?]

[Dare to ignore Daddy huh?]

[Daddy cut his pay!]

[Ah, o yes, my money will be in all of you. Daddy yesterday bond with Ibnu to buy tickets. Please get paid later!]

[Damn it, you're Rainer's son!]

That sense of spirit suddenly turned to annoyance when Lula no longer responded to the message from him. If it is eight o'clock in Jakarta, when is the girl still in the hospital? it seems impossible, right? surely Rainer had also kicked him out if he knew his son was wandering around at this hour. Frans thought, then solved by the sound of a song that lit up from his cellphone.

Not a reply from Lula, not a phone call from his wife. It's a voice call from Priscilla's number. With a burning emotion Frans answered the call.

“Lo, where, Sil? Explain to me?! If you want to cancel this meeting, at least don't make me wait too long my time is valuable!” frans' nagging when the call was connected.

“Frans, in—ini aunty!”

Frans closed his eyes, ready to apologize, but the woman across the call interrupted first.

“Ma—maaf right Priscilla who can't come to dinner with you. But now that he really couldn't come, he was furious after getting a call from Levin.”

“What does aunt mean?” Frans asked, because since the woman was babbling she did not understand the meaning of his words.

“Actually Cilla is still sick, Frans. If aunt does not interfere with your time, may aunt ask you to come visit her, maybe your presence can make it a little calmer?”

Frans dilemma between accepting or rejecting, Frans momentarily silent thought. Until her little heart was pushed to accept Aunt Caca's offer. “Send aunt's home address, via short message. Frans will meet Priscilla.”

Frans hurriedly stepped away from the table, busily deleting all the messages that had been sent to Lula. Somehow he felt the messages were inappropriate to send to Lula. Luckily, Lula had not read the message that was sent.

Frans' feeling began to be uncomfortable, the taxi he called was always filled with other passengers. After ten minutes of waiting, he managed to get a taxi. He quickly climbed up and asked the driver to drive him to Priscilla's house.

Frans skimmed the message Lula had delivered. There was a sense of wanting to retaliate, but this time he chose to keep it first. He will reply later, if he has arrived at the hotel.

Apparently the distance that must be traveled is quite far from the restaurant where they made the appointment. Frans got tired of sitting quietly in the backseat.

Until thirty minutes passed, the car that was boarded managed to arrive in front of a simple house. “Thank you, Sir!” frans said, then quickly away from leaving the taxi.

From his current position, his ears actually heard the sound of commotion and shouting, from the color of his voice he knew clearly if it was Priscilla's voice. "Did something happen inside?" frans murmured, the more panicked as the scream grew shrill.

Eager to know what happened to Priscilla, Frans opened the door. Stupidity would be suspected of being a thief, all he thought about was the safety of the residents of the house.

"Aante?!" frans exclaimed, looking for a woman he knew always accompanied Priscilla. Perhaps the loud voice of Priscilla, Aunt Caca did not hear his cry.

Hearing Priscilla's frustrating screams grow louder, Frans immediately ran towards the source of the voice. “Tante!” Frans catches the body of the woman who almost fell due to the encouragement of Priscilla who was so strong. His gaze immediately turned towards Priscilla, his appearance looked chaotic, his usual combed hair was now barely visible anymore.

While the contents of the room had been scattered, Frans suspected that this was all the actions of his former lover. “You why the hell, Sil!” frans protested when he saw the anger that still surrounded the woman. He had no idea what was really going on with Priscilla, to the point of making his condition this chaotic.

“You? weren't you waiting for me at the restaurant why you got here?” Priscilla returned the protest, there was no hospitality from her tone. Priscilla seemed to dislike Frans' presence in her room.

“Tante, what explain to Frans!” Frans guided Aunt Caca's body to stand upright. He wanted to hear a glimpse of what happened with Priscilla.

“You want to listen to what happened to me!? What can you do when you know everything? Huh! I'm sure you will definitely stay away, not even want to see me again!” priscilla said, her voice sounded so frustrating.

Frans is getting confused, he needs an explanation. Although, he did not know what to do later.

“Priscilla .. she has not fully accepted her physical condition. She had not received it when she realized her uterus had lifted.” Aunt Caca explained in a soft voice.

Of course, that made Frans in shock. Whoever the woman will be hard to accept this. Frans understands why Priscilla behaves this way. “Why didn't anyone tell me?” frans protested, staring dejectedly at Priscilla.

“Why? Wh why? All you think about is saving the family's good name! Save your treasure! without knowing I'm here tormented, in pain!” reply Priscilla with an emotional voice. He grabbed the sleeping light that was still connected to the electricity, about to throw it towards Frans.

“Cesil, not like that!" prevent Frans, while capturing Priscilla's hand, from doing anything her ex-boyfriend wants to do. "Don't blame my family! Anyone would definitely panic and the main road would certainly save the good name of the family! If you talk about this from the beginning, it's not like this! You chose to run away! You decided to go yourself! Though all problems can be well discussed!”

"I'm just afraid you won't accept my flaws!" priscilla's tears broke. "I'm a woman without a womb! you know it hurts me so much, Frans!" she was in between tears.

“Go! It feels free here!” Priscilla laughed loudly, but her tears seemed to fall. "Go, FRANS! free is here!"

“Please don't make a fuss, Frans!" prevent Aunt Caca, when Frans wants to reply to Priscilla's words. "Please calm Priscilla! He kept going like this after getting a call from Levin. So, please take care of her for aunt, just for a minute!”

Frans is confused, what is he here for? Though his meeting with Priscilla only to ask what the woman had done to Lula, but why he was stuck in the scope of the woman's life.

“You touched it?!” Priscilla opened her voice as she watched her aunt leave.

It seems like the girl's mentality really hit. Sometimes he cried, and quickly his lips laughed out loud. They should have taken Priscilla to a psychiatric doctor, consulted, as severe as the psychiatric illness experienced by her ex-lover. Think Frans.

"Have you touched it, Frans?!" repeat Priscilla, while sitting on the edge of the bed, conditions are much calmer than a few minutes ago.

“What do you mean?” frans asked, his hand moved to clean up the items that Priscilla had scathed.

“Lula agrees to conceive your baby. After that, you will divorce with you. He'll give you custody of the child. In accordance with Levin's agreement. After that we will get married, you will still have a biological child even though the baby was not born from my womb.”

Frans was silent for a moment, thinking about Lula's attitude of secretly agreeing to a pact with Levin. So this is why Levin was always with Lula? thought Frans. “How much money have you guys given Lula?” frans asked, a little emotional knowing the fact that his wife made a pact with Levin. Even without his knowledge.

“Size enough. At first I did not believe the nominal the girl asked for. But, maybe because he needed money to fulfill his lifestyle so Lula could do that.” there is no look of sadness on Priscilla's face, now only calm can be shown before Frans.

Actually Frans still did not believe fully with Priscilla's words, considering all his money was in Lula's hands. No woman can be trusted at this time. If Lula does that, she'll make it all real.

“Cool yourself! I'll find the best doctor who can help you recover!”

“What after this we can be together again. I want to be with you always. But, I know a lot of flaws in me, Frans. I was devastated when the doctor dropped the verdict if I had uterine cancer, and ...” Priscilla did not continue the story she returned to tears.

Frans who could not bear to let Priscilla in his arms. Calm down Priscilla who is still stricken with loss.

“Stay beside me, Frans! Iloveyou! I honestly, I love you so much.” Priscilla said softly, her voice like a beggar of love begging.

If so, maybe Frans could have answered easily I love you too. But for now, his tongue was hard to move, his lips only opened slightly, as if unable to bring out words that could comfort Priscilla.