Pura-Pura Jodoh
Reunions

“Lo, where the hell, Nyet! I have arrived!” Frans asked someone over the phone. He felt a tinge when he felt lonely in the midst of a crowd like this.

“Gue again nemenin wife. Here I meet his old bestie again, in the next class. Please be patient, spread the charm first sono!”

“Crazy Lo, more desirable wife than me!”

“Bagiku. Better nemeni wife can be rewarded, chat with elo only can doom,” said Aldo followed by a loud laughter that makes Frans more emotional. Without saying any more, Frans chose to close the call.

Frans decided to enjoy the snack in front of him, while waiting for Rainer to come. Damn, in such an interesting place, all he had in mind was Lula, his little wife.

Later that night, he plans to stay at Rainer's house. Lula was already there permission to sleep there one night. And he doesn't want the night wind to cool his wife down.

“Hai, Frans! Where's your partner?” someone patted Frans' back violently.

“Not coming. Why also invited, would you like Lo embat?!” reply Frans, cynic.

“Not come or don't have?!” ledek the man, made Frans look at him annoyed. “Eh, Frans, how is the story of Lo's marriage to Priscilla canceled? Though already Lo tandain since he married first.”

“That's the past and don't discuss!” Sela Frans's. Many of his colleagues already knew that his marriage to Priscilla was void. But no one knows if Lula has replaced Priscilla at this time. All of that happened because someone made the announcement of the alumni group, right at the time when Eyang Ano was buried. “Obviously I have one. Wanna see?!” Frans pulled out his phone showing Lula's contact number, which had been renamed my wife.

“Once again Lo says I'm single I sent to the prosecutor's office! Pollution good name know no lo!”

“Heleh-heleh most also it's the number of Rainer. Deliberately change to my wife.”

“Heh, clurut! Lo, think I'm so ugly, huh? No one has lost the charm of Frans here! my wealth is nothing nandingin. origin you know, I'm almost 40 years alone it's because there's something I've been waiting for and you don't need to know who the woman is.”

“Yes, wait for his widow Secil, right. But even if you're handsome don't want that he!”

“Dog, Damn Lo, later if it's time I'll show you to Lo! Let Lo be satisfied I give you the time Lo make see him 30 seconds.”

The man beside Frans was widened, indeed the marital status became a sensitive thing at the age of Frans who had stepped on 40 years. It is often also the months of the high ranking who have got a partner.

“No papa, enjoy your singles! Mumpung no one has been troublesome.”

“Gue is not single, DAMN!” as Frans prepared to land the blow, the man turned away, leaving Frans alone.

Frans sipped a drink on the table so upset, no matter if the drink contained alcohol. He only realized when the glass was gone.

“Damn it! How is this panitianya, can-usually give alcohol. Good thing I don't have a child, my son might get drunk!” frans lamented, a shadow of himself having a baby flashed by.

However, his daydream was shattered after the voice of a woman greeted his hearing.

“Only? Where's the boy going?”

“Which boy?” ask Frans.

“Yes, have a hello again, Frans?!” the woman sat next to Frans.

"He's got a name, Lula. Quilula Suha." Frans felt ilfil seeing Priscilla's cleavage that looked densely filled. Now Frans thought, how could he have liked that thing so much? Never even called a favorite chewy thing. Astagfirullah! Frans felt something was wrong with his youth. He hurried to leave the table, not wanting to be scolded by his in-laws for being close to Priscilla.

The voice from the MCs sounded so echoed filling the room, the event was almost started but his best friend had not yet arrived either. And right now he's like he's trapped in a circle of labyrinths. Can't go out because of the many friends who say hello.

This time Frans stopped his steps when he heard the voice of a woman calling his name. Of course Frans can be friendly with the woman, she is included in the row of ex-girlfriends. The woman was so gentle, unlike Priscilla who had always troubled her current life.

“You're alone huh? Wow fit this, later could be a dance friend.” Frans acted as if he was currently the bestatus single. I forget I have a wife at home.

“Loh, you know, did Secil not come? Afraid later the dance suddenly hit him.” The woman with waist-length hair replied, accompanied by a small laugh from her lips.

Frans broke down, then replied, “my life is no longer centered on Priscilla. Bored, well time he continues. Once in a while with others it doesn't matter.”

Frans' reply invited the laughter of the woman in front of him. “Could be, later if there is an invitation for dance we can go forward.”

“Yes, forward—forward, forward, right? Okay!” Frans seemed confused by the response of his former lover's approval, to the extent that his tongue was a little to answer.

Frans let the woman pass, as she bade him farewell. Now he was alone, standing while looking at his friends who had undergone a facial transformation.

“Ih, Lula... Ngintilin' dad huh? Afraid of daddy smitten with another chick?!”

“Eh, Rain, which biology teacher? How not to look, should be brought dong”

Of course the voice made Frans turn to the source of the voice. Instantly his gaze met with Lula who was smiling widely with her former classmates.

“Mother, at home, Om!” Lula smiled again, this time wider than the first time. “Yes, Lula was told to take care of dad, fearing smitten again with Aunt donut.”

The man in front of Rainer was stupefied, while Rainer, taking off the buttons of the suit he was wearing, felt sultry. I hope his partner doesn't continue the question. “Still remember that moment?” ask Denis.

Seeing Lula chat with her boyfriend there was a sense of disbelief in Frans. Jealous. But he said he did not want to come, in fact it is here! Huft. Frans grumbled inwardly.