Pura-Pura Jodoh
There's One Missing

The warmth that hit the cheek skin, made Lula open her eyes wide. He was surprised when he realized that the sunlight had fully revealed itself.

“Gosh I'm bad luck!” lula almost jumped out of bed, if only a burly hand wouldn't hold her back.

“Not last night already planning to ditch?”

Hoarseness and teasing filled Lula's eardrum. As if resuscitated, when he found the man, lying on his stomach without a piece of cloth covering the body. Lula's gaze turned to look at his body, still wrapped neatly in a bright blue shirt. However, this shirt was not his, looking oversized.

Lula regained her body, shuffling in a thick blanket, as a flash of last night's events unfolded in her head. Jesus, are you missing my mind? Blood, is there blood on the bed sheet?! Lula's eyeballs swirled around, looking in the darkness of the situation under the covers. He was looking for a sign of his lost virginity.

Unfortunately, Lula did not find any evidence at all. Don't let that guy think I'm not virgin.

Slowly the blanket Lula used to hide wide open. Frans's face welcomed with a grin on his lips. “Whose night is naughty?”

The question really reminded Lula. After being fully aware, why are my new veins felt?

“Daddy, what the hell! last night Lula wanted to sleep, yes— Daddy who maksa.” Lula answered softly.

“But, sincere right?” ask Frans, again.

“Means?”

“Yes, because you are already mine completely. That means, until anytime we will always be together.”

“Dad? You don't suspect me, do you?”

“Surgery? Why?” Frans is confused by Lula's question.

“There is no virgin blood. Will Daddy think badly of me?”

“Who said there was none? A lot, but you don't have to think about it. I went into the washing machine, no one will ever know! Later stay jemur.” Frans explained.

“Dad?”

“You think I could let my wife sleep on dirty sheets?” Last night after a quite tumultuous struggle, Frans moved Lula's body onto the sofa. Replacing the bed linen affected by blood with a clean, and do not forget to wear Lula clothes, so as not to just provoke his passion. After everything was clean, Frans moved the girl back to bed. Perhaps, due to exhaustion Lula did not realize what she had done last night.

"Why not take a picture first, make a memento?"

Frans shook his head at Lula's words, how annoying Lula is! frans said in his heart. "How about we get virgin blood again, who knows it's still coming out!"

One punch floated in Frans' arm after saying that sentence. Calmness took over for a moment, Lula seemed to be convincing herself with Frans' words.

“You sleep again or have breakfast first? But it could also be if you want to make nyicil baby.”

Lula did not pierce her husband's words, her lips pursed, when she realized it was so day. “Daddy won't miss Lula, right?” ask Lula carefully.

“Nggak.”

“If Lula is pregnant, how?”

“Yes, that's a bonus for us. You are a mother and I am a father. Isn't that what married couples want.”

“Daddy won't divorce me?” Lula was afraid that one day the man would return to his ex.

“Daddy isn't shy about having my rich little wife?”

“Yourself, shame on not having my rich old husband?!”

“Kan, Lula who asked first?”

Frans' smile expanded, his hands clutching Lula's body. “No and will never be ashamed, already have you. And I also have to be able to, make you proud to have me!”

Lula's breathing became increasingly congested as Frans became stronger.

“Love it knows no age.” Frans reconnects after being able to catch the hand of Lula who continues to rebel.

“Do not love Daddy still limited to the love of father to his daughter.”

Frans returned Lula's gaze to her. “If you are still loyal to call me Daddy, of course. Unless you replace it, it will definitely feel different!”

“Basic! Daddy naughty! I'm old too!” Lula sneered, Frans' attitude.

“Replace yes!? Replace with affection!”

Lula's turn that features a face of objection. “Change brother only!”

“Lula, since when did I get married to your mom?”

“I'm confused, Dad!”

“Sayang ..”

“Sa—Sayang .. ih inappropriate, Dad!”

“Nyebelin.”

“Yes, I called Frans how!”

“Nyerah, deh!” Frans got out of bed.

“Sayang ... Where are you going?”

“Work.”

“That's not clear! I've truant the time of being stolen! Even left at work. Know gini was in school.” Lula sulks, which looks adorable in Frans' eyes.

This is like this, second to none. Think Frans. “Ya already for the first match of my wife who has dared to call me affection ... I'll grant your request!” Frans sat back on the edge of the bed. “Continue saying that I skipped work?”

“Ih, darling pretend oon deh!” Lula stretched out both her hands. “Hug me, tight! I just want to make sure last night wasn't a dream.”

Frans sighed in annoyance, where it could be with just a hug. His hand would definitely ask the others especially to play both of Lula's beautiful hills. Patience Frans, patience, your patience is being tested. He will also ask himself if he is addicted!

“Do not mess! Lula just wants to be hugged!”

That speech broke what Frans had thought. “Kirain wants to worship with me. Early in the morning usually favors double, loh!”