Pura-Pura Jodoh
Jealous

Lula's face was like a starving tiger. His emotions were stirring, resulting in his chest rumbling so violently. Seeing the husband cuddle with another woman, the spark of jealousy that Priscilla broke out was flaring up. The man seemed to have forgotten the status of the marriage bond with him.

Initially, Lula intended to take Frans home. He wanted to ask and practice the WOT style that Priscilla had told him about.

However, it was presented with a sight of not wearing, making his eyes let out dew, which piled up into a puddle of tears. Her husband was dancing with another woman. Laughing loudly, being flirtatious to the girl.

“Cannot be left!” Lula stepped more and more steadily, approaching the pair of dancing eyes. He put aside everyone's gaze that led to him. He wanted to pull the man and give him punishment.

When his position was close to them, Lula stopped his steps. Frans' words froze him, on the spot.

“I'm married. I just follow your will. We'd better get this over with before my wife sees us hugging.”

Lula could hear Frans' words clearly.

“Your wife is here?” ask the woman who can clearly see the whereabouts of Lula. Unlike the frans who now turn their backs on his position.

“Yes, he's here. I don't want to happen misunderstanding because he saw us.”

“Who? Can you introduce him to me?”

There was the sound of Frans laughter between the sound of music that echoed. “You sure you want to know?”

“Iya. Obviously I want to know. Is he as good as me? you know for yourself, my current achievements, and maybe the failure of your marriage and Priscilla is a sign, if we are destined to live together.”

“I told you I have a wife. I love her so much, I don't want her to misunderstand that you keep doing this to me!”

Lula Money heard it was relieved.

“Frans ... who is that woman? I want to know!”

“Yakin?”

“Iya. I'm sure that woman is worse than me.”

Hearing that sentence Lula felt insecure. He intends to prevent the actions of Frans who wants to tell.

“Dad!” exclaimed Lula, who managed to make the man take off his embrace from the old girl standing in front of him.

Frans turned to the source of the voice. His face stiffened to see Lula standing firmly behind his body. “Hah, ka—kamu? your ka— is here? Since when?” ask Frans.

Lula was eager to look at the face of the frans who had gone deathly pale. The man seemed to be afraid if he would get emotional and get angry in a public place.

In fact, hearing Frans' confession saying that if she loved him, it was enough to erase her anger at hearing Priscilla's words.

“Can interin Lula go home? I'm having an important event with my friend. So—

“Owh, come! Let's go home!” without refusing, without listening to Lula's explanation further, the man quickly led Lula out of the hotel ballroom.

There was no conversation as the two of them walked towards the car park. It's just that Lula enjoyed the moment Frans' hand held her so tightly, as if not allowing herself to slip away.

Until they both got into the car. Frans started the conversation. “You don't like parties like that? looks like you dropped out of Zahira's mother huh?”

Lula silently put on a fierce face while looking straight at the front street. Suddenly upset when remembered with the man's favorite style.

“Emang I thought!”

Frans turned his head towards Lula, his little wife could have spoken like that. But it's funny to see his lips pursed, Frans thought.

“Yes, Daddy's sorry. That was the last time. Next time daddy won't dance again with another girl.” Frans thought dancing with her ex was a mistake, and made Lula sulk like this.

A dance? Think Lula. Suddenly it appeared in his mind wanting to dance with the man. But, wait for him to resolve the matter first before dancing with her.

“Daddy has done any style with aunt Priscilla?”

“Lula ...” frans surprised, why can Lula discuss massalu who want to be forgotten soon.

“What aja? Did Daddy like the WOT style? Right, right?” cecar Lula, start not to accept.

“You still want to talk about this?”

“Yes, you have to, right?”

“Who said this? you met that woman?”

“Iya, she discusses how daddy when in bed.”

“Do what you hear him?”

“Emang Lula who want, right! he himself told Lula!”

Frans took a rough breath, stepped on the brake pedal, then pulled his brake hand, while stopping at a red light. “Tap Daddy!” frans' orders were firm.

“No, Lula is upset with Daddy!”

“Stare at me, Lula!” Frans spoke a little with a hard intonation. Trying to force the girl. “You know how Daddy is, what he looks like. Even know what style of courtship Daddy has with rich Priscilla! If you don't want to accept then Daddy's okay. Daddy can understand! Daddy also does not force you to obey what daddy wants.”

“Why is that? already got used, not also given inner living. If I want to love Daddy, then I'm ready to take the risk.”

“Say you want!” lirih Frans while taking off her brake hand. Return to drive his car after the green traffic sign.

“What? Dady said, what?!”

Frans was confused, apparently Lula heard his words earlier. “Hah? No-I didn't say anything, kok!”

“Then I want to dance!” lula firmly, suddenly acting spoiled. “Times yes dance with other girls, same wife herself does.”

“Okay. Daddy called Ibnu to make a romantic dinner!”

“No! Lula wants to dance at home.”

“Lula ...”

“No want?" Lula turned to her husband. "Yes already! downin Lula here.”

Frans breathed in rough. Remember Frans, Lula is only 20 years old. Inwardly, do not be surprised that all his will must be obeyed and must be carried out immediately!