Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

Season 2 Part 48

"Mas, you seriously love me this?" I just can't believe it.

With a smile, he answered my question. Not my fancy jewelry, my favorite coffee, or any other expensive item. Except a holiday ticket to Bali.

"This... Why all of a sudden? It's impossible, isn't it, just because I bought the game?"

"Ahh.. I would like you to ask us to refresh, but I'm always busy" he said and sat next to me. "I'd really like to take you abroad, but maybe it's better after our little baby is born. While in Dalem state used to be okay, right?"

I was so moved, that I had forgotten when I had ever made that request. The year-end holidays are also long over, truly an unexpected gift.

"I'm so cute!" I said while hugging him tightly. "Thank you very much, Mom."

"Together, my dear." Mas Dwi hugged me back.

"But, we're just the two of us? How's tria?" my question was stretching our embrace.

"Emm... How do you want?"

"Yes, it seems evil that we vacation alone. After all, Puspa is also here again, even when we live," I said.

"Yes, because I know you, so I took Puspa and Tria along with me."

"Serious mas?"

"Yes, Honey. What am I kidding for?"

"Yeahaaa! Thanks very much!" I embraced my husband's body again. He really knows me who often doesn't enjoy this.

One week later, we went on vacation according to the schedule. Although it is not a holiday, it turns out that the airport is never empty. But somehow later there, I hope the reserved place is not too crowded. We need a quiet place to calm our minds.

"Fortunately there is Kak Puspa, so I do not need to be a mosquito repellent" said Tria. We are sitting in the waiting room.

"You don't know yet" replied Puspa.

"So, you're bringing a partner, too?" asked Tria who looked surprised.

"He wants to" replied Puspa, with a small laugh. He just fucked Tria.

"Gee! How annoying!" grunts Tria. Puspa only replied with laughter.

"Safe, right?" ask Dwi again. I don't know how many times he asked me about my health condition since last night.

"Friendly, Mas. Just calm! Adek is not naughty," I said. Adek is a call to our little baby-to-be.

"Thank God. If there's anything, say you, yes!"

"Yes, yes" I answered, wiping the back of his hand.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of calls to get inside the plane began to ring. We soon moved on, along with other passengers who had the same destination as us.

For the first time after Papa died, I could finally feel the flight again. Mama and Papa used to go at least twice a year on vacation. But since Papa left, it feels like the holiday does not need to be done anymore because there is no Papa who is with us.

I bowed my head and sent a prayer to Papa. Now I am truly happy and love Papa who must have been with God in heaven. I'm going to prove to Papa that my husband can be the son-in-law he used to dream of.

"Darling, are you all right?" ask Dwi again.

I nodded slowly and raised my head. "Yes, Mas. I'm fine."

Ten minutes later, flight attendants began providing safety instructions before the plane took off. While listening, I leaned my head on Mas Dwi's shoulder. He also held my hand tightly. Do not forget the thread of prayer I always say in my heart, so that we are all given protection.

Our air travel lasted almost two hours. We took a direct trip to Bali and did not need to transit anywhere else. It saves more time and energy. Along the way I slept a lot, so I didn't enjoy the view over the clouds at all.

"Huhahhh! Finally got there!" tria said as she stretched her muscles when we got off the plane.

"Who picked us up?" ask Puspa to Mas Dwi.

"There's what, usually."

"Oh, so we're in the villa?" tanya Tria precedes Puspa.

"Yes, for this mall we go to the villa first. Tomorrow morning we move to the inn. It's a little far from it."

"Well, where are we really going?" manywould be surprised.

"You will know too. I also want to see first to you the family villa we have here. Maybe you like it, or intend to move here."

"Ah, yes.okay," I replied while nodding.

We headed to the baggage claim before we left. Actually not much, but our suitcases can not get into the cabin, so forced to have to enter the trunk.

After our luggage was complete, we immediately got out of this airport building and headed for the pick-up place. The three of us just followed Mas Dwi's steps, because he was the guide of our holiday this time.

"Wait a minute, I'll call the Great Bli first!" he said with a cell phone that already displays outgoing calls and he brought them to his ear. No need to wait long, the call was immediately answered.

"Hello Bli's. Yes, we're at the pick-up place."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, which side?"

"From here it doesn't look like it, anyway" said Mas Dwi while wailing.

"okay-okay. We'll wait for it."

"Yes, thank you, Bli." Then Mas Dwi hung up his phone call.

"Knebablaasan again?" asked Tria who seemed to have memorized it.

"Yes. He is parked there tuh," said Mas Dwi while pointing to the east. "He's going to mutter again, so we'll just wait a minute." I just nodded hearing that.

"His car changed yet?" ask Puspa.

"Don't know, maybe already," replied Mas Dwi hesitated.

"It should have been. Lastly Papa said, he said it was better to replace new than to have to service every month that was not cheap," Tria added.

Shortly after, a luxurious family car stopped in front of us. I almost gawked, but fortunately I soon realized not to embarrass the others. The car is shiny black, the side door can shift and open on its own without the need to be opened. This scene made me shrink because I was not used to the life of the Hermansyah family.

"Well, Bli, hasn't the car changed yet?" tria asked even before Bli Agung greeted us.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Father said the car is still booked, maybe next month just arrived," replied Bli Agung very politely.

"How's it going, Bli?" sapa Mas Dwi reached out his hand.

"Good, Mas." Bli Agung also returned Mas Dwi's handshake.

"Thank God. Meet my wife, Alena!" mas Dwi introduced.

"Alena," I said introducing myself as I shook hands with Bli Agung.

"I am Great, Mas Dwi usually call Bli the Great. I am the son of Mr. Hermansyah's confidant to look after and take care of the villa."

"Ah, yes. Greetings," I replied again.

Bli Agung looks quite young, maybe only a year or two above Mas Dwi. His manner of speaking was also very polite, but also not too rigid. So it doesn't make me awkward. But it seems that his relationship with Tria is not good enough, seen from the way Tria asked at the beginning. It was so sniffy, not as usual.

No need to linger, we got into the car and started driving to the villa where we would stay for a while. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived. Not too far away, the location also turned out to be close to the beach. It is very strategic if people want to rent this villa for a vacation with family.

Our arrival at the villa was immediately welcomed by Mr. Agung and Bu Hepi. So, is that the name of the father or the son? Or are they both named Great? I don't know. They are all very friendly.

"This is Alena, my wife." Again, Dwi introduced me.

"Well, Miss Alena! We can finally meet again. Do you remember renting a villa here?" said Ms. Hepi which of course surprised me. Not just me, but the four of us.

"A-I've been staying here?"