Buih Becomes a Tapestry

20

Gibran was on the side of the road near his office. His face looks unhappy.

"You fools or something, arresting a woman is not good! You have more." growled Gibran while throwing half the money for the work of his messengers. His face was arrogant to throw his face.

"Sorry sir, we ran before the police car came. We're afraid of getting caught." said one of the six thugs.

"Cih, thugs cemen. I don't care what your reasons are anymore. Tomorrow you'll be able to catch that woman!" gibran pointed at them.

"Okay sir, we'll try to catch him again." The thugs left immediately. Gibran was curious about the woman. What's so great about her being able to attract Kevin, who's obviously been dating her daughter for a long time? Gibran returned to the office to take care of the cooperation with investors.

While Kevin, who was still feeling sore at the seams, tried to get up, he walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen, where his wife could not find him.

"It's almost noon, but Lula hasn't left the room yet, is she sick?" muttered Kevin, he ventured to knock on Lula's room door.

"Lula, are you awake?" ask Kevin politely.

Up to three beats, there is still no word from behind the door.

Although there is no validity, but it is clear that in the room there is a person because the room lights still look bright.

Kevin wants to do something as proof that he can bear fruit. He was in the kitchen to make coffee. Because he was not good at cooking and the sun had risen, he ordered food via line. Half an hour later the order arrived. With spirit though still pain Kevin arrange food on the table. He also made a cup of chocolate milk.

"Maybe he likes, ah, doesn't like it or not is up to the important thing I've tried." Kevin placed a cup of hot chocolate on the table that Lula usually occupied.

In the midst of busy arranging the dishes, his phone suddenly rang from Nabil. After Nabil finds out that Alula is Kevin's wife, his hopes are dashed. Nabil clearly knew Kevin's taste was very high. But why should Alula not be the criterion? Alula only won pretty, but her education was not on par with Kevin.

"Hello, what's the matter with Nabil?" Kevin was a little upset because he was disturbed by his best friend.

"Boss, there's a problem in the company. Where have you been all this time, mentang - bentang have a beautiful wife hawanya want at home continues. Get it here!" nabil's nagging who doesn't know how he is now.

"Fuck you, I'm sick. What's the problem?" Kevin began to wonder about the news he had heard.

"You once said that you would only marry one woman, Vivi Amanda. But, all the public has known you reneged on your promise. You only want slim and beautiful women as your outlet." explained Nabil who immediately made Kevin gap.

He hasn't even seen the news himself. But how can everyone know.

"Your words when with Vivi then appear in various media on line, even you promise company assets if you break the promise." added Nabil who sounded furious with Kevin's behavior.

"Nabil, how did this happen?"

"I don't know myself, hurry to the office, here is a mess you instead***!"

"Shut up!" snarled Kevin who then hung up the rough phone call. His heart started to unsettle. Finished setting the table he was about to rush out. But her steps came to a halt when Lula with a new cash face woke up out of the room.

"Boyle!" greet Kevin with a little step towards his wife. Kiss the forehead and tuck the slightly messy hair behind the ears.

Getting a sweet treatment from a handsome man certainly who can refuse? Lula was hypnotized as well, with a blank look she received the treatment.

"Eum, you're sick of doing this!" Lula stared at the dish on the table which was clearly visible from her standing.

"Maybe you were too tired last night to look after me, so in return I bought food. You must be hungry, let's eat!" Kevin grabbed and clasped his wife's hand tightly towards the dining table.

The two sat facing each other.

While Lula was so awkward.

"But I haven't had a bath yet" Lula tidied up her hair-strap.

"Yes, after breakfast. I also made chocolate milk. It was still hot, it must be cold now. Let me make you a new one, yes" Kevin was about to move on but Lula prevented it.

"No need, it's not too cold yet. It still feels warm! Thank you, I love what I think!" Lula held the glass with both hands. Sipping slowly.

"Good, I initially doubted you'd like it or not. Yes there is already fried duck, you also like it, right ?" Kevin offered a serving of fried duck rice. Lula was dumbfounded, her portions were huge. Lula just nodded and started eating it.

Who would have thought if the bulimia nervosa disorder that he had been dreaming of was still difficult to control. He ate so voraciously and without her noticing. Kevin swallowed the saliva watching it.

After eating Lula woke up and immediately went to the kitchen to vomit all the contents. Kevin hurriedly prevented it because he knew what Alula was doing.

"Don't go, you don't have to worry about something going into your stomach! Kevin grabs Lula's arm that will pass her.

Kevin stood up and grabbed Lula's hand the other one carried in his arms.

"Lula, just hang on to stay married to me. I started trying out the little things. So, after this you can use my room as well for us to sleep tonight. I want to ask for my rights." Kevin really dared to express the desire of his heart. Being away from Lula seemed to make him go crazy.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to do anything. My heart still has wounds that have not healed." said Lula who managed to slap the heart.

"Well, I'll wait until you're ready. I'm going to go first, there's a problem I have to solve, which is caused by myself until the company has a mess." Kevin said honestly.

"But you're still sick?"

"I can still hold back, but away from you I really feel pain." Kevin's funny almost made Lula vomit air.

"Cih, you tombal! Which Playboy can do that if not you," Lula did not take a headache and immediately entered the room.

Kevin smiled to himself at the expression of his wife who he thought was adorable.

***

Although Kevin finally expressed his apology through Facebook, he still could not change the image of the company in the public eye.

The valuable lesson Kevin needs to take is that when a company official makes a statement in front of the media, he must speak as a person who represents the company brand. If he mispronounces, not only is the speaker's image damaged, but also the company's image.

Kevin went through various questions until finally he was tired and desperate.

Vivi came with a map in hand.

"How's Kevin?" ask her with a smile on her face. Like I've done something fun.

"It looks like I'm giving up. I'd rather lose my job than marry you" Kevin said as he accepted the map and tore it in half.

Vivi widened her eyes with what she had just heard.