Pura-Pura Jodoh

Pura-Pura Jodoh
Women On Top's


Frans' blood boiled at the sight of the male plotters, his contemporaries approaching Lula. Too bad he couldn't prevent that from happening. Moreover, Lula was so responding to every question they threw, as if intentionally making herself burn with jealous flames.


Tonight's topic of conversation is no longer about widows or their single friends. Rather than about, Rainer's child who has grown up, complete with the face of his father.


Although it is clear that the girl's body is not as attractive as women in general. But, Lula has her own charm that is increasingly seen, then the man will not quickly feel bored.


“Lula, remember Om, don't you?!” Someone with a leather jacket that looked so fashionable, asked Lula.


Don't expect Frans' heartbeat to subside, he's getting powerless to hold back his jealousy.


As for the girl, looking silent at the thought, Lula's face like that made her father's friends feel anxious.


“Rain, I want to make a daughter-in-law can, no. But my dear son is only 13 years old. Later fall to bronies.”


“No, good!” Rainer refused firmly.


Lula smiled without sin. Unknowingly, her response provoked the emotions of her husband, who stood ten meters away from her.


“Remember no Lula?!” the man again threw a question.


“Remember, dong! It's Apid, right?” Lula replies confidently, because only he always contacts father other than Daddy Frans. It is said that when sitting in High School they are always together.


“H, Rain! What stories did you tell Lula?!” david protested, Lula could call the nickname Ano eyang for him.


“What is definitely not the same level of Lo keemesuuman story Frans!”


Lula chuckled to hear the father mention the name of his son-in-law furiously. Suddenly Lula thought, what would happen if he announced his marriage to Daddy Frans? Must've been an uproar.


Frans who had witnessed it now joined. Their attention immediately moved towards Frans.


“We show singles patents of the century!” someone gave a speech, full of dramatic that provoked laughter of people around, including Lula who was uprooted while covering her mouth with his hands.


“Eh, don't do it!” someone advised, with a contemptuous tone. “Rain, Lo child how much?” tanyanya.


“Oteewe three, dong!” rainer said confidently.


“How much, Vid?!” it turned to David who was standing next to Lula.


“Two.” David answered briefly.


“You Jack?”


“Three.”


“Gue four. Aldo's three kids! Well this is 40 years still single!” their jokes are becoming. Not caring about Frans's face turning sour.


“If the number is rich Daddy, it must be fast! Bener, right, Dad?!” Lula also defended.


“Bener!” Frans replied excitedly.


“That's important you don't want yes, Lula ... Even if your Daddy is rich. Don't let you smitten to be her sugar baby.”


“Lula won't, either, Om! Lula's intention to be his wife is not to be his sugar baby!”


“Wadidaw! Father of your son Rain!”


“Udah just, we better nyari drink!” Rainer interrupts, not wanting them to realize their true relationship. Rainer takes them by, letting Frans take care of his daughter. After this, Frans will certainly praise me, because it has been so understanding with the fate of Lula and him. Think Rainer.


“Why didn't you come?” frans asked still with the same distance as when there was a partner.


“You give me the same surprise, Daddy.” Lula answered innocently.


“Daddy jealous huh? Cie-cie, jealous! His face was red, rich in tomatoes!” lula Goda. Frans is getting upset.


“There is a jealous. Rich ABG again dating. We are getting married! want you as much as possible with them, in fact he also can not belong to you!”


“Daddy trusts not the same Lula?”


“Believe, if you love me!”


Lula smiled brightly. “There, Lula want to grab food.”


“Not want me to accompany?” tawar Frans's.


“Neg. Lula already big, already can take it yourself.”


“Okay. Be careful, call Daddy if there's anything.” Frans continues to meet his partner, leaving Lula alone.


Lula stepped closer to the long table containing the dinner. The first time it was raided was a drink. Lula took the orange juice provided there, while observing what cakes were served.


Just as Lula put the cake in her mouth, there was the sound of a call greeting the hearing. It was fortunate that Lula could control her tongue, otherwise it was certain to choke on the cake that had just entered.


“Ih, Auntie! Ngagetin Lula deh!” lula protests with her mouth full of cake.


The woman smiled wryly. “How are you Lula?”


“Alhamdulillah, healthy.” Of course Lula let out a smile that was commonly displayed, showing the happiness that was encircling her heart.


“Wah, thank goodness. But what does it feel like to be unrecognized?”


“What does Aunty Secil mean?”


“All the invited guests present, no one even knows you are his wife Frans.”


“Where is the problem? It is not yet time they know.”


Lula's answer provoked Priscilla's laughter. “You know what it means?”


Lula did not respond, as if giving the woman space to explain to her.


“That means forever she won't be serious about your marriage.”


“Yes, it's up to us. And again want to be serious or not, anyways have nothing to do with Aunt.”


“Obviously ADA! HE STILL LOVES ME. You don't remember the deal with Levin? You pretended to forget?!” priscilla's words were stirring up Lula's anger.


Lula clearly remembered. But, Daddy will not comply with their request. Even if I'm pregnant, we'll take care together. Thought Lula, convince yourself.


“Hurry to get pregnant, and give birth! So that Frans will soon return to my arms!”


“That won't happen Auntie!” Lula replied in an angry tone.


Priscilla was actually happy to see Lula's expression at this moment. His feet stepped again near Lula, then whispered beside the girl's ear. “You've already memorized, right? Frans really likes me on his body. Do a twisting motion and input it roughly and deeply. You will hear the screams are so sensuaal.”


Of course Lula was angry, she really imagined what Priscilla had said, but the one who did was not her, but the woman.


“You know what style it is called? here I tell ... Women on top!”