365 Days Towards Halal
111# Enough Lala!
"It could be that the lady will be married by Raka! Damn you!" Said Lala who looked upset behind the wheel of her car.
Lala was indeed invited at the event as a VVIP guest representing her Papi. Because the Papi has begun to be sickly, the company will be led by Lala. So, for now, Lala is being introduced to her Papi's relations and business associates.
"Anyway, I'll get Raka back. Whatever the reason, whatever the way," muttered Lala with determination. Then, he started his car engine and left the building.
...
Queen threw her gaze towards the streets of the Capital from the side window of her lover's car. While Raka occasionally glanced at Queen while driving the car. Raka feels strange with the attitude of her lover who suddenly asks to go home, whereas, part of their order menu has not come and Queen has just tasted her order capuchino. Raka is very afraid if he makes a mistake, or his employees make a Capuchino order Queen does not comply with the standard sense of the capuccino itself.
"What the hell is it?" Raka asked as she touched the back of Queen's hand.
Queen was aghast as Raka touched her hand. Of course, Queen's attitude like that made Raka even more suspicious. He pulled his car over and looked at Queen carefully.
"Queen, what's wrong with you?" Raka asked who tried to once again touch Queen's hand.
"Raka! Don't touch-touch!"
Raka is surprised to see Queen's reaction when she touches Queen's hand. It was not usual for Queen to behave like that to herself.
"Well, what's wrong, say dear dong.." Raka said.
"There's nothing. Anyway, now we're going home soon." Pinta Queen's.
"I'm confused, am I wrong? Or does the capuchino taste bad?" Ask Raka again.
"There Raka street.. ouhhh..." Said the Queen from earlier trying not to look at Raka.
"Why don't you want to see me? I got it wrong, huh?"
"Raka! We're home!" Firm Queen.
Raka was silent, he let out a long sigh and drove back to his car.
"He's why?" Raka murmured while scratching his head that did not itch.
About half an hour later, Raka's car arrived at the Queen's courtyard. In a hurry, Queen went down and stepped into her house.
Raka continues to feel confused by the Queen's attitude and follows Queen into her lover's house.
"Queenis..." Greet Dad who was waiting for them to come home in the living room of the house.
"Dad, I'm home" Queen said, peeping at Andra's father's back. Then, the girl cheered inside without making any pleasantries before.
The puzzled expression not only belonged to Raka at the moment, but also became the expression of Father Andra who felt strange with Queen's attitude.
"Om," Sapa Raka, as she approached Andra's father and kissed the middle-aged man's back hand.
"Queen why?" Ask Andra's father with a face that looks serious.
"I don't know Om, he's so sudden." Bright Raka with a confused looking expression.
"really? Did you make my son angry and disappointed?"
"Ti-no kok Om, I am also confused," said Raka stammered.
"Why is he so?"
Raka fell silent, she did not know what to explain to Andra's father.
"Have you abused her?" Ask Andra's father with an investigating look.
"Ti-no Om, I dare swear, I didn't touch Queen at all."
"If you don't touch, then you're not holding hands?" Ask Andra's Dad.
Raka seemed to be trapped by her own words, then she lowered her gaze.
"If my handrails admit yes Om," Sahut Raka was timid.
"Yes, don't tell me not to touch it." Said Andra's father while breaking the table.
Raka was a little daunted as Andra's father kicked the table. His eyes flickered and his body trembled slightly.
"You remember, if there's anything with my son, the responsibility of the consequences."
"I-i-iya Om," the increasingly nervous Sahut Raka.
"Dad, Queen is okay," said Queen who returned to the living room.
"Queen," Sapa Raka and looked at Queen as if Queen was her life-saving goddess back then.
"Dad, Raka doesn't mess around Well, Queen just suddenly doesn't feel well" Queen explained.
Father and Raka looked at each other, until finally Raka took the initiative to go home.
"Yes Om, excuse me. Queen, I'm going home first. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't say the reason. I'm just not feeling well" Queen explained.
"It's okay" Sahut Raka breathed a sigh of relief.
Raka greeted Andra's father and smiled at Queen.
"See you tomorrow" he said. Then he rushed to leave the house.
Andra's father only noticed the gandagat of the two men, he tried to convince himself if nothing happened between Queen and Raka. Queen went back to her room.
...
In the room, Queen lay her body on the bed and hugged the bolster that always accompanied her to sleep. He drowned his face in the pillow and continued to mutter indistinctly.
"Hhhhh...! why is her charm so amazing! I was nervous" Queen said, staring at the ceiling of her room.
"His lips, his body, his eyes.... Yoda....!" Queen muttered as she rolled around on her bed.
...
"He why the hell? I'm so confused, is it because of Lala?" Gumam Raka who was driving towards his residence.
"Indeed Lala said what the hell was that? Looks like I have to act tough with that woman." Raka also changed the direction of his journey. Now, he drove his car towards Lala's residence.
It didn't take long, Raka arrived in front of Lala's residence. Looks like Lala's luxury car parked in the woman's yard.
Raka gets out of her car and knocks on the gate of Lala's house. Seen a security guard out of the post where his guard and went to approach Raka who stood outside the gate of the house.
"Who are you from?" Ask the security guard.
"His mother is there?" Ask Raka.
"Who are you?" Ask the security guard again, while looking at Raka by probing.
"Tell me Raka" said Raka.
The security guard rushed to his post and contacted Lala who was inside the three-story luxury house.
Shortly thereafter, the security guard allowed Raka to enter the yard of the house. Raka returned to his car and parked his car right in front of the porch of the luxury house. With a cold face, he got out of the car and looked at Lala who was standing in the doorway of her house while smiling sweetly at Raka.
"Hi, you finally want to visit my house," Lala said with a facial expression that looked so flowery when she saw Raka walking over to her.
"You miss me, huh?" Lala said as she poked her hand against Raka's neck, as Raka stopped her footsteps right in front of the woman.
"What did you say to Queen?" Raka asked with a cold face.
"What did he say to you?" Lala asked with a smile.
"Lala, look," Raka took Lala's hand off her neck and grabbed Lala's shoulders.
"What's Raka doing, you're being rude?" Lala looked confused by Raka's attitude.
"La, please, don't be a bully in my relationship with Queen. My relationship is completely over and we are no longer a nobody after Jonathan passed away. So, I ask you. Stay away from me and the Queen. I'll marry him and anyone can interfere with our relationship or disturb my lover." Raka Teas.
Lala frowned and looked at Raka closely.
"Raka, listen to me, our relationship can be fixed. We can get back together Raka, we can give Jonathan a sister, we come back again, baby..." Said Lala while trying to hug Raka.
"Enough Lala! I don't even have a little heart for you. Never expect more from me. Our relationship ended, when YOU HAD AN AFFAIR WITH MAX. Understood?" Raka Teas. She pointed at Lala's face with her left hand.
"Raka..." Lala's red face held back the crying and upset she was feeling.
"So far away from me, if anything happens to me or Queen, you're the first person I'll ever regret!" Raka Threatened. Then, the man moved from before Lala.
Lala was silent, her chest felt tight. He still loves Raka a lot, but because of Madame Amara, everything falls apart. Until he chose the wrong path in making a decision.
"It's all because of that attached grandma and that girl named Queen!" Lala Mumbled.
Lala stared at Raka's car as it left her residence. Then, he grabbed his phone from inside his pants pocket and tried to contact someone.
"Hello, there's work for you and your men. Whatever you ask, just say it. No problem for me, the target photo will be sent in a moment" he said, smiling cynically.
