Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

Season 2 #Part 13

The perfume was so sweet, similar to the one I used to use but still different. I'm pretty sure this scent is the scent of a woman's perfume. If indeed the owner of the fragrance of the perfume is a colleague Mas Dwi, of course I will understand if the aroma I find on the suit. However this is in the tie which is clearly stored inside the suit. I don't want to accuse, but it's too hard to find an acceptable excuse.

I take a deep breath. I'm sure God wouldn't be that bad at giving betrayal happen again in my life. This is just a misunderstanding, Mas Dwi must have had a good reason. Okay, my stomach acid is rising. I can't let this go on for too long. I had to wake Mas Dwi from his sleep.

"Mas, Mas" called me while patting her shoulder slowly.

"Hm, huh? I'm tired, honey. Can I sleep in a minute?" ask without opening your eyes.

"Mas, get up!" I asked with a voice that began to clench. My tears started to rebel to come out.

"Yes, okay. There was ap-" He stopped talking when his bead had captured my facial expression clearly. "Dear, what's wrong with you? What's up?" Now he is rising from his sleeping position.

"Where were you five days ago?" ask me with a little voice I forced to get out. My throat feels so raspy. My heart and stomach acid started not being able to compromise.

"I work, honey. Every day we make video calls. Someone gave you bad news, huh? Is anyone slandering me? Or what? Story, Honey!" force Mas Dwi while holding both my hands tightly. My tears are starting to flow.

"Mas wouldn't lie to me, would you?" my question is still trying to convince that Mas Dwi is not a bad person.

"What am I lying to, baby. What made you come up like this?"

"Whose perfume is this, Mas?" I asked while handing the black tie with the faint white line to Mas Dwi.

"Perfumes?" Mas Dwi took the tie from my hand and kissed it. Then he sighed. "Darling, you still believe me, right?"

"I hope so, Mommy." I fell down and dissolved in tears. He pulled me in his arms and rubbed my back gently.

"Stop crying! There's something I want to give you" she said with a hand that now rubbed my hair lovingly.

"What would you give me? Divorce papers?" Now I dare to look at his face.

"Eh? What are you talking about, anyway? Don't be so reckless!"

"Then what?" ask me with a slightly loud tone, arguably challenging. Emotions are starting to take hold of my brain, this is not good.

"OK-okay, relax! Don't rampage! Wait here for a minute, honey!" said Mas Dwi very carefully.

He got out of the bed and took his briefcase. Then return with a small pink paperbag with a dark blue ribbon.

"I'm sorry if it makes you misunderstand me, I just tried this before," he said, giving the paperbag to me.

"This what?"

"Open it! I hope this answers your concerns."

I also received the paperbag from Mas Dwi's hand and opened it. It turned out to be a bottle of perfume with shades of pink. I opened the lid and distinguished the aroma with the smell attached to the Mas Dwi tie earlier. Thank goodness it smells the same.

"But why is the smell in the tie?" I still ask for clarity.

"Yes I think it's safest in a tie because it's in a suit" he replied innocently. Whereas people usually try perfume on the wrist, why can he take the initiative to try it on a tie?

"Why can you buy perfume? Are you there for a walk?"

"No, Honey. It just so happened that I got a sudden call yesterday because the owner of a famous perfume company in Singapore wanted to meet me as the inauguration of our company cooperation. He also offered to bring perfume as a gift. And I ordered a special for you. Sorry if I tried it wrong." Mas Dwi explained it in detail. I felt sorry for misunderstanding him.

"Why didn't I tell you from the beginning, anyway? I will be disobedient because I was yelling at you, Mas," I said regretfully but still blamed.

"I'm sorry, honey. I want to surprise her, unfortunately I'm tired and forget the surprise that I prepared myself."

"Together forgive, yes! Do you like the perfume?" I nodded, I did like the sweet, soft and non-stinging perfume.

"Mas always know what I like" I replied.

"I'm glad you like it" she replied, smiling sweetly.

I hugged him tightly. Regretting has followed my emotions and almost ruined something that was already fine. He hugged me softly. My tears broke again, I was afraid that my fear would come back to reality. I was traumatized by betrayal. Even though I know Mas Dwi loves me so much, still the fear of betrayal can still arise.

"Quiet yeah! Your fear is natural, very natural. But believe me, I'd rather die than betray you."

I put my face on his chest. My tears did not stop. Suddenly ....

Crackle-crucuk.

Me and Mas Dwi stared at each other, a moment later we laughed together. Mas Dwi's stomach can not be invited to compromise, the moment haru immediately became cheerful again.

"Hehe, sorry, yeah! You're cooking, right?"

"That's okay, Mom," I replied with a laugh that remained. "Udah cook, stay manasin again."

Then we ate together. I'm happy that Mas Dwi always enjoys whatever I cook. Although I realized that it was not as good as the cooking of other women out there, at least I did not give food that could poison it and still be enjoyed by the tongue.

"Mas, that night who sent the message?" ask me between our dinners.

"Which order? When?"

"The night before Mas went out of town."

"Oh, it's nothing. It was a message from the office, so I left immediately in the afternoon. Next time if you want to open the message, open it! Let's not get any more suspicions" he replied.

Thank goodness I have nothing to fear anymore. My curiosities are all broken. I don't know why getting older is getting more sensitive. I personally become uncomfortable because too often negative thoughts, the mind tormented itself because of it.

After we ate, we heard the front door open. It was definitely Tria. Mas Dwi is still busy enjoying the fried tempeh is still a few pieces left. I purposely came out of the kitchen to put the table cloth into the dirty laundry basket. Then Tria called me.

"Sir Len!"

"Yes?"

I looked towards him. He was standing in the living room with a beautiful woman wearing a red shirt with a black collar. The woman was holding a handsome boy who might be around 10 or 11 years old. I didn't know them, but at first glance there was a resemblance between them. Could it? I approached them both.

"This is Julia's sister" Tria said.

Even though I thought, I was still shocked. For a moment I froze, I was confused as to how. Given that he is also now my brother, whatever problems that once ensnared him, I still have to be able to respect him.

"I'm Alena, sister," I said introducing myself as I regretted it. He also smiled, exactly the smile that Mas Dwi had.

"Second, same name Auntie!" his orders to the boy next to him. The boy was according to what his mother had ordered.

"My name is Faiz, Auntie" she then kissed the back of my hand with her right cheek.

"Darling, there's a waste" Mas Dwi's words came to a halt.

It stopped in its place. I can't read his expression. It also appears that Julia pulled Faiz behind her back. I felt the atmosphere in this room begin to tighten. I'm really afraid that Mas Dwi's anger is exploding right now.