Pura-Pura Jodoh
Second Chance

Frans Agung Pagara, for the past ten years, he's been so busy with work in the office. In fact, twice Priscilla left him, he was even more diligent looking for work to be completed.

But this time he could not do the same. His focus was completely distracted by the sound pieces of his wife's crying voice. The heavy breathing that Lula did, his face that looked moist, the events of the night were still clear, as if only a few minutes had happened, even though the actual time had been running for one week.

During that time, neither of them tried to tell me. Frans often opens Lula's chat room, reading the girl's last message asking for permission to take her belongings. He did not reply, because he had already known the report from Bu Juned.

Not once twice did Frans type a message in Lula's chat room. Unfortunately, the short message was again deleted. Like this afternoon, a question message containing a call to meet again was completely removed by his fingers. Frans is confused about what to talk about when he meets Lula. It doesn't feel important, because Lula will stick to his decision.

Frans tried to interpret his feelings, still denying about the love that began to grow in his heart. According to him, Lula is the son of Rainer, his feelings are the same as Rainer, only limited to the affection of his father and son.

“What, Father will be overtime again tonight?!” ibnu's voice went on the air, surprising Frans who was daydreaming behind his desk.

Frans thought of Lula, until he was unaware of the presence of Ibn in his room. “No. I need to see the doctor who handled Priscilla!" as well as he will ask for a prescription to relieve the flu, because of lack of sleep, Frans became susceptible to disease.

“Are you going back to Mrs Priscilla?!"

"Is there no other question that is more weighty?" frans replied, beginning to be annoyed by the question that Ibn. In her heart there was no intention to reverse Priscilla, she just wanted to help ease the burden of the girl.

"Well, you don't care about him anymore! What you're doing right now is giving you hope for Mrs Priscilla." Ibnu was much more able to think clearly than his superiors. And he did not want Frans' relationship with Priscilla who had broken up again.

“I just want to hear a report from the doctor who handled it. I don't want her mentally ill, further interrupting my life!”

Ibnu really did not believe, he was worried that Frans' intentions would lead him into more complicated problems.

"You're done talking? if you leave!" banish Frans, when Ibn no longer speaks.

Ibnu was still standing in place, his eyes trying to find out what Frans needed tonight. The man had not eaten dinner yet, he had coffee.

“Pak Frans!”

“Hm?” sahut Frans without looking at Ibnu.

“Sorry, but I'm curious about this answer. A-are you in love with Little Miss?” ibn asked hesitated.

Frans immediately raised his head, staring at Ibn. He was worried, what he felt right now was clearly visible in Ibnu's eyes. “What do you think it is like?”

Ibnu laughed a little. “For one week I observed. I think you've fallen in love with little Miss. I also saw that you lost so little lady. A lot of father's work that I need to revise, even though it's done.”

Is that as bad as me!? Frans asked himself. I still can't believe he's going to be this upset. Frans cleared his throat slowly, in order to drive away the discomfort that was slowly trying to take over. “Just losing habit. Maybe because he usually exists and now he doesn't exist. So I need time to readjust." Frans tried to get a pen on the table. Write anything that is not important on blank paper. "Some, did you forget? That's Lula. The daughter of my best friend! Is it worth falling in love with her? Even though our age is much different!”

Ibn smiled wryly, revealing his deep dimples. “If you use common sense, it feels impossible anyway, sir! But, can not someone avoid if already exposed to the virus of love?”

“Pak! Sorry, yes! maybe this sentence of mine, could be a motivation for Mr.” Ibnu took a step towards the side of the table, trying to keep his distance in order to avoid if Frans would hit him later. “The most painful thing is regret. Before you file a divorce with a religious court, should you ask for a second chance first? Admit that there is a feeling of love for little miss, be honest that you have no intention of returning to Mrs Priscilla. If your divorce and the little miss really happened and in the end you regret it! Sorry, you have to wait for the status of a widowed little miss for the second time! he was married and failed again. And not necessarily it will happen. Pursue before it's too late! Keep what really needs to be preserved! Love knows no form, let alone age! if you are already a match, it will be difficult to separate! Conversely, if not a mate, want to be brought closer as hard as any effort, the end will also separate.”

Frans was not angry, he weighed Ibnu's words. As Ibn said, I must wait for Lula to be the widow again and marry her again. "I think I should ask for a second chance!" Frans's sudden movements surprised Ibnu. The man stood up from his chair, grabbed his suit and ran out of the room. Stupidity was considered crazy by Ibnu, anyway because the man's speech also he became more chaotic.

Frans was quick to drive his black Maserati. He drove his car to Rainer's house. The desire to meet Lula is getting bigger. He'll explain to Rainer and Lula. Ask him well! not as a child, but as a wife. Plans have sprung up in Frans's head at this time.

Unfortunately, upon arriving at Rainer's house, everything was gone. There was no desire on his lips, for the house seemed to be empty. “Where, Rainer, Bu?” frans asked ART, which is currently opening the door for him.

“Mr? He's out of town, Mom! He has taken two days off.”

“Lula invited too?”

“Iya.” The woman answered briefly.

“When do they go home, Mom?”

“The plan, just want a four-day vacation. They have been leaving since two days ago, maybe if not tomorrow yes the day after.”

Okay, Frans seems to have to be more patient waiting for them to come back. Doesn't this include struggle, hopefully the struggle will produce good results.

“Yes already, I'm sorry! don't tell me I'm coming home! excuse me first!” pamit Frans, then back to his car.

The night was getting late to just calm his mind on the side of the road. Frans also chose to go home immediately.

It was better for him to take a break to prepare the right words to say everything to Lula.

Frans is so easy to enter the dreamland. He fell asleep so fast even though his mind was currently in a mess. Until the next day he was awakened by the ringing of incoming calls from his cell phone. When not fully aware Frans raised the call.

“It's still morning, loh, Ibnu! Why are you bothering me!” frans protested when he heard Ibn's voice from across the call.

“Pak Frans, Big madam taken to hospital!”

"What?! Anyone in the hospital?” frans asked to make sure he didn't hear wrong.

“Iya, Sir! It's already in the ICU.” room

"Send the name of the hospital!" frans' orders. Then disconnect his phone.