Pura-Pura Jodoh
The House That Always Missed

"Sorry .. I'm sorry, Lula!"

Hearing that sentence, as if strengthening what was now in Lula's head. The shadow of Aunt Priscilla who was wearing a blue shirt with a mummy face flashed past. Then her husband cheated? That's right, isn't it?

Finally Lula's cry broke out in front of Frans. He tried to suppress it with a dacron pillow, so that his parents could not hear his screams.

"GO! GO THERE! Don't see me anymore!" throw him out in tears. Betrayed by Elkan, Lula could still accept given the status of those who were still dating. But, betrayed by Frans who incidentally her own husband, it felt like 24 ribs were broken simultaneously. Pain plus pain.

"You?" Frans held back his words. Staring at Lula getting closer and closer, confused also seeing Lula can be this sad. "Aren't you going to apologize to me, honey?" he asked slowly, afraid that Lula would return to let out a shout of anger.

"NO! Anyway No! I'm sick of Daddy! SICK OF IT!" Lula shouted out loudly, while throwing a pillow in her arms.

"Darling ... Lula, I promise I won't tell you again! I promise to pick you up tomorrow, if you need to, before the return hour, I'll be standing at the gate. So, sorry, darling ...." Frans whined, begging for forgiveness for the fatal mistake he had made. He should have sent Ibnu to fetch Lula.

"Why did you go with him! wh why? wh why? WHYWHY! then why is he wearing your shirt, you've been playing obok-obok'an like him right?! ah, your asshole huh! what kind of husband are you!"

"Lula shut up first, I'm clear ...." Frans now understands, Lula's anger due to the existence of Priscilla in his office. "Here's sleeping on Daddy's lap!" her door was soft, then began to explain even though Lula was reluctant to sleep on her lap.

Seeing Priscilla wearing a very minimalist dress, Frans immediately called Ibnu to get the shirt in his personal space closet. He did not want his still up-and-down orgasm to be disturbed by the sight before him.

Damn, the woman even entered her personal space. Priscilla seemed to be looking for something that Frans had thrown away.

Priscilla thought her clothes in the next room were being moved to Frans' new workspace. So—when he opened the closet and found clothes that were not his size. He realized that not only was Frans' body gone, but his heart was no longer for him.

"So soon did you love Lula?" search Priscilla.

"Because he deserved it."

"Want me?" Priscilla felt defeated, as if her power was used to talk at length at the reunion event the other day was in vain.

"Sorry, I think our relationship should have ended a long time ago. I don't love you, I'm just sympathetic, I'm just being held accountable for what I did in the past. And—aku taste, twenty years ago, a very high price to get a hymen. After all, we used to do it also out of curiosity." despite feeling guilty, but they used to do it on the basis of agreement. And Priscilla should not demand it anymore, they both benefit.

Priscilla roared in the room, lucky in the room was Ibnu who was faithful as a witness. So Frans need not fear the spreading slander.

The woman vented her frustration, ruffling Frans' private room. No one sympathized, Frans silently watched as well as Ibn his face was disgusted to find Priscilla like that.

Frans, who was worried, was willing to wait for— at least until Priscilla's condition was completely stable. Until then, he gave up time to pick up Lula, to accompany Priscilla who was tantrum. Yeah, let's say he's tantrums, because his wish can't be fulfilled by Frans.

"Calm down! today, I sincerely lend you a room, not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or so on. Only Lula can occupy this room!" frans said get ready to go out of the room. But again stopped by the sound of Priscilla's crying increasingly blaring.

The woman did not accept Frans' refusal. However, after a long time of crying, when his crying began to weaken. Priscilla asked Frans to speak seriously.

"Who do you love?" ask Priscilla.

"Lula's."

"Frans, who do you love?" repeat it more firmly.

"Qailula Suha."

"FRANS, WHO DO YOU LOVE?" this time he shouted, as if to object to Frans' earlier reply.

"I'm sorry if my answer didn't match your expectations, I love Lula. And please don't bother me anymore!"

"Are you happy?"

"Is this not a scenario to get away from me?"

"Absolutely not. If you need a knife, look at my heart, there's only Lula's name here!" Frans pointed right at the part of his heart. "we're done."

"But, why is he hugging Daddy? Daddy chose him more than me! Especially in the elevator, rich don't know that!" Lula was still upset when she remembered the incident inside the elevator.

"She asked for a final delivery. I'm sorry, tomorrow's not to be repeated!"

Lula now lowered his head in. "what would the would-be actor be sure not to appear again?"

"I'll send a guard so he can't get close to me."

"Then move all Daddy's assets in my name. EVERYBODY!" pinta Lula, suddenly.

"Cok being gini? Want to learn matre?" Frans looked at Lula suspiciously, it was impossible for Zahira to strangle Lula with this kind of bad will.

"No. Whynot? My husband's money is my money too! In this way, if there are actors who deletin Daddy, then just say. All assets on my wife's behalf, do you want to be an affair but don't I give you anything?"

Frans pulled Lula's nose. Many times, until Lula could laugh. "Udah, Dad! my nose is good."

"Let's go ahead" he said, now turning to embrace Lula's body. "You're not angry anymore, are you?"

Lula shook her head quickly. "No." It was a relief to hear that her husband was no longer in touch with Aunt Priscilla. Yeah, it's that easy Lula forgives her husband. He just needs an explanation, even if he realizes the man is wrong, Lula only needs recognition for the mistakes that have been made.

"Then let's go home, the clothes have not been lifted. will fly to the neighbor's house."

"Designs have wings?" ask Lula with her innocence.

"Ih, wear forget! Come on!" take Frans a little pushy.

"Loof!"

"No! you're heavy!"

"Yeahhhh!" Lula shouted, if her husband did not want to carry her, Rainer's father was ready to do it.

It seemed, the summoned figure eavesdropped on the chatter of the two of them. Until the next second Lula's room door was wide open.

"What's up, honey?!"

"Loof!" Lula stretched out both hands, like a child asking for a sling.

Rainer glanced sharply at his best friend and daughter-in-law. "Badan aja digedein, tell me how heavy aja gendong!"

"Saucer!" ridicule Lula, while in Rainer's arms.he poked both necks around Rainer's neck.

"Dad, I'm home, right? I've been picked up by Daddy." Lula's permission is behind Rainer's back.

"Why don't you sleep here?"

"No. Dad's house is ugly!" jest Lula, "but father, even though Dad's house is this ugly. This house is the place Lula always misses."