Pura-Pura Jodoh
What Does He Want to Call?

The clock is ticking, now it's seven o'clock in the night. Out there the day began to darken, the atmosphere more and more shahdu when the rain spatter began to wet the earth.

Lula who felt her stomach empty tried to find food in the kitchen. I want to see what her husband is doing right now. It just so happened that Bu Juned and Dona were still in the house of the father-in-law, so he had to prepare his own food.

Arriving in the kitchen, Lula was surprised by Frans standing in front of the stove. Apparently the man was cooking. “Emang Daddy can cook?!” cela Lula while opening the refrigerator, glanced at Frans as she began to gulp down the mineral water that had just been released.

“Neg. Just make boiled noodles, and I can do it.” Frans said proudly.

Lula tiptoed, looking at the water in the pot. “You cook how many noodles?” ask Lula.

“One day.”

“If one of his water is mostly.”

“Ya, it's been two.”

"Ease yet?"

"Yes, one more for my wife!"

Lula blushed noticed like that, even if only noodles but if you pay attention to that her husband anyone must flower, especially when his stomach is hit by hunger.

“Daddy step aside first, let me make it!” Lula's trying to take over. His hand reopened the fridge and picked up the vegetables and other appendages.

“Let's you tired?”

Lula grimaced, as she walked closer to the stove. "I'll have a massage."

“Mana? who is buyin? grandpa Ken?”

“That's Daddy's hand, there are two idle ones, so if my shoulder is sore, continue to be used!”

Frans smiled wryly. “Ya already this you masakin ya! Later if achy say the same I.” the man did not move, he faithfully stood beside Lula, observing the way his wife put eggs into the water stew. "Tomorrow I'll pick up Miss Juned."

“Two times no papa, Dad! Lula can make Daddy!”

“Dear my hand, if you have to mijitin you every day. Actually it does not matter if you get a good grand prize!” Frans then left the kitchen before Lula floated a spatula towards him.

The man chose to sit at the dining table, waiting for Lula's soup noodles, ready. From his position, Frans did not turn away from Lula's body movements that were focusing on cooking noodles. “Lula!”

“Don't call me if it doesn't matter!” Lula gave a warning, her face began to sweat from the hot steam from the boiling water.

“It's important!”

“Why?” Lula glanced at her husband.

“You may not call me 'Daddy' This is your husband not your father!”

Lula chuckled at Frans' dramatic lips saying that line. Wonder if he thinks he's still ABG. “Lantas? What does Daddy want to call?”

“Sayang.” Frans answered quickly.

“And I don't love Daddy.”

“Keep all the rest! kuaduin with Rainer!”

Lula again chuckled, not wanting to respond to her husband's remarks, choosing to focus on noodles in fear of over cook. After all, there was no time to prolong the problem, it was just a trivial matter. It is better to finish the cooking, pity the cream in his stomach, already increasingly rebellious, impatient to enjoy dinner.

After the cooking is perfectly cooked Lula immediately serves it on the table. The savory aroma and attractive platting, arousing Frans' appetite. “I wonder, why you can be smart to cook?”

“Homemade talent, Dad!” Lula started rolling the noodles in her bowl. Started to eat in silence, as usual, eating without sound.

Unlike Frans, the man's hands began to dare to eat while playing with a mobile phone. Suddenly so multitasking, different when there is still Anyang Ano. “Papa Ferdinan asks us to come to his house, tomorrow night.”

“There is a tahlilan event?” guess Lula.

“Can be. But I can't come?”

“Why?”

“I've already made an appointment with someone.”

“Whose name?” Lula was getting curious, even though he had erased the shadow of Aunt Priscilla, but still the name that appeared in his mind.

“But kepo! I finished the food, I waited on the sofa.”

Lula refocused herself towards the bowl, her blood flowing more and more boiling hearing her husband's sentence.

“You want me to help?” frans haggard who has not yet moved from the dining table.

“I want to help you finish the noodles, as long as you bribe me!” frans.

“Manja.”

Frans laughed, "don't want to!" Frans pushed his chair back with his feet, leaving Lula at the dinner table. He had to take care of his business first before talking to Lula.

Understand he is waiting for Lula to eat his food soon. Slightly hurried, not wanting Frans to wait for him for too long.

“What the hell is it, Dad?!” asked Lula as she stepped closer to the sofa.

Frans gestured Lula to be quiet. He wanted to finish his call first.

Lula snorted in annoyance, even so she remained according to her husband's orders, waiting until the man ended the call.

Unfortunately, instead of quickly ending the call, Frans continued to talk to someone on the phone. Lula is not a strong girl to stay up late. Slowly drowsiness approached Frans' voice talking on the phone sending him to dreamland.

Frans only realized after feeling long enough to call his coworkers. When he turned his head towards the sofa, he shook his head realizing that Lula was already asleep.

Even more surprised when the net was fixed towards the phone screen, found the clock had shown at 11 pm. Frans only realized it was during the work problem, to ignore Lula for so long.

Frans, unable to wake Lula, lifts the girl's body, and takes her into the main room.

In fact, he wanted to tell if he would not allow Lula to go to an overseas university. It does not feel willing even though Lula's goal is to gain knowledge. He is willing to be his personal driver as long as Lula goes to the university in Jakarta.

“Sleep, you must be tired!” frans murmured while covering Lula's body with a blanket. He climbed into the bed, landed a kiss on Lula's forehead, before turning off the headlight.

“Why is it less?” frans murmured, he was getting hooked to landing a kiss on Lula's face. This time no longer on the forehead, but on the lips Lula made the girl mele-ghuh softly because Frans was too eager to mengelu-mat lips.

Not that Frans was upset just smiling knot. “Sttt ... Sleep, your innocent face is adorable!” This time Frans no longer kissed Lula, but used Lula's body as a bolster that used to be the object of her golden overflow. Amazingly, the bolster returned his embrace, making him feel comfortable and warm. "last my nights were not cold anymore!" Frans continued muttering, enjoying the happiness of being able to have Lula, he forgot about the departure of Ano's eyes.

“Lula, borrow your womb where my son can? But after that you never leave me! don't do what Levin told you!”

“Hm.” under will realize Lula responds.

“Serious?!” ask Frans.

“Hm.” this time Lula's response was so convincing.

“You ready?” Frans raised his head, observing Lula's face from the nearest rarity. He wanted to confirm Lula's decision again. Honestly she was getting more and more excited as Lula replied with a nod of her head.

“Serious Darling?”

“Hm, yes!” Lula turned her face away.

“This will hurt you, but I as a responsible husband will try to make you comfortable.”

Frans turned off the main lights of the room with the remote controller. Afterwards get ready to enjoy his first night with Lula. “Try to open your eyes first?!” frans orders while playing around with Lula's eyelids.

Lula precisely deflected the man's rough hand. “Anaan anyway, Dad! Disturb people from sleeping, huh! Sleepy!” response with annoyance.

“She's ready?!” frans protest.

“Who is what?” lula asked, now that she was really awake, and confused by what the man was talking about.

“Anything contains my baby!”

“Aihs, already there go! Don't bother me!”

“Eh, you said yourself, Lulaaa.”

“Say what I don't remember. This Daddy part is how it is. Sleeping people talked to!” lula protested. "don't know if I'm tired!"

"Weh, you want to win by yourself! you want to fuck Daddy, want Daddy to catch a cold for a night shower!"

“Mistake it yourself, why take a night shower! already, I want to sleep tomorrow Lula school.” Lula muttered then pulled her blanket higher and higher. Protect yourself from physical touch by her husband.

“Keep when do we like it?” no response from Lula made Frans shake his little wife's body. “Lula! when do we bi—kinnya?” frenzied Frans, impatient.

“Wait weekend! Lula don't want to be teased by friends because of walking with strange footsteps.”

Frans wastes rough breath.“ALRIGHT. Three more days, right? Cepet it!” frans said he was trying to encourage himself.