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SAGGING MY LARA

The next day, another surprise was prepared Surya. Kinanti was moved when the man said that he took a day off.

“Honey should also take a day off, okay!” Surya said as the two had breakfast with Sharqee and Arqee.

“Waduh, Mas, this is impromptu once, loh! Kinan has not asked permission from Ms. Rosalina.” Kinanti gulped down some orange juice while staring at the phone.

“Come, Ma. Rarely did Papa take our walks? Yes, right, Brother?” Arqee asked Sharqee's opinion. Sharqee just threw a smile while chewing the fried rice in her mouth.

“Kita? There's no us. Today's holiday is only for papa and mama, you guys keep school!” tukas Surya stared at Kinanti.

“Yaa, Papaa. But, Pa,” replied the Twins simultaneously.

“No buts. Moreover, you guys yesterday have made a tantrum in school.”

“Yaaa,” sigh the sisters are back heard.

After breakfast and delivering his two daughters to school, Kinanti and Surya headed to the Kambang Iwak area. Surya parked his metallic SUV in a cafe not far from the park area.

The clock still shows at 07.00 WIB when they get there. Both are compact wearing white T-shirts and loose-cut black training pants. They haven't run like this in the morning.

Kinanti and Surya are fun to walk in tandem, circling the park with a pond in the middle. The atmosphere seemed quiet, not as crowded as usual. Not as many people jog on weekdays as they are now, only a few cross paths along their steps around the park. Every now and then Surya ran small leaving Kinanti behind him.

Along the way, they never deserted from the conversation even occasionally accompanied by laughter. Kinti felt her life was back again. He likes Surya's attitude and the way that makes Kinanti happy.

Surya watched his wife carefully and became more aware of her beauty when her ikal black hair was tied to a ponytail to reveal a straight neck. She loved it when Kintanti tied her hair like that. He always imagined how delicious it would be to kiss the beautiful nape.

Then, the two sat on a stone bench that was indeed available.

Without the two of them noticing, a pair of eyes with sharp gazes were observing them from a distance.

Aksar gripped the steering wheel tightly until his handbooks were clearly visible. He hit the edge of the steering wheel a few times, then dropped his back on the backrest of the car seat in a fit of annoyance.

“Surya Rahandika's. Solar Rahandika.” Aksar repeatedly mentioned Surya's name while hitting the wheel.

The air around Aksar was instantly suffocating. He let out a heavy sigh and still looked at Surya and Kinanti with a choked feeling. His heart boiled to see the intimacy that occurred between the husband and wife.

At once the heart of Aksar pulsed, as if a hand had begun to squeeze the heart. If only he could go further, he would love to be between the two, draw Kinanti's hand and take the woman away. However, it all seemed like an impossible thing to do.

Slowly, he picked up the phone on the dashboard. He opened his Instagram account Right Man, writing a poem to release the embers that had burned his heart.

Stupid Love

Dozens

I'm craving you

But I choose to love

In the most stupid way.

Favorite food

Favorite song

Idols

Until your illness

I knew

But I chose

Through words

Let the wind

Whispering

How much I want

Seizing you

All my life.

RM, MF,

Nose Corner.

**

The time shows at 10.15 WIB when Kinanti and Surya headed to the parking area of Kambang Iwak. The two hold on tight as teenagers ABG falls in love, occasionally tucked into laughter between them. Kinanti felt her love again watered after having withered because of the busyness of the husband.

The speed of Surya's SUV divides Merdeka Street which is quite quiet. Kinanti checked her phone which was still charged in the power supply.

A notification from the Right Man account appears at the top of the screen. He murmured softly in his heart because he forgot to follow the account of Aksar. His heart felt uneasy as he read a post that the man had just uploaded.

A little bit of Kinanti pervades the meaning of Aksar's poem. He was sure, the poem with the number of likes reached thirty thousand within two hours was indeed addressed to him. He was still staring at the phone screen. Just a few minutes drive away, Surya's phone rang.

“Ya, hello,” said Surya opened the conversation.

“Dok, there's SC Cito. Premature baby with a large tumor in the buttocks. The plan for three more hours of operation will begin. Doctor please prepare, yes!”

Surya was stunned listening to the voice from the other end of the phone. “I'm today off, Doc! There's Doctor Joseph and three resident guards, ‘kan?” surya answered frowning.

“Everything is still in the operating room, so I was asked to contact you, Dok.”

Surya was still silent, yet to give an answer. He looked towards Kinanti as if asking for approval. Although Surya had not said anything, Kinanti understood the meaning of the husband. A smile was on the woman's face.

“OK. One more hour I'm there!” Surya hung up the phone with a sense of laziness. He turned towards Kinanti who was ready to listen to his apology. Failed to plan to go to their movie theater this afternoon.

“Sorry mas, yes, Honey. It's really urgent. Mas promised to rearrange the plan to watch and dinner us this. Honey is not angry, ‘kan?”

“Gak, Kinan no papa, kok!” Kinanti just smiled faintly. There was a sense of disappointment that came to his mind. He hoped he should have refused the phone. However, Surya prefers to cancel their event and struggled with the busy work. Kinanti also could not blame Surya completely. The man clearly had a high dedication to work that concerned life.

Suddenly, Kinanti felt thirsty because of this.

“Mas, Kinan buy drinks first, yes. Nepi bentar to the Alpha end there, yeah! Want to nitip what?”

“No need. Honey can be a bit spiffy, ‘kan? Mas clock time, here!”

“Iyaaa.” Kinti closed the door a little hard. There was an annoyed tone that Surya caught from Kinanti's voice.

Surya sighed, not wanting to argue much. He knew he was in the wrong position. While waiting for Kinanti from behind the wheel, his focus was distracted by the wife's lit mobile screen.

On a whim, he opened the locked phone in the same pattern as his. He saw the notification of Whatsapp messages that appeared. Several chats from publisher and author groups filled the screen. Then, he opened up some of Kinanti's conversations. He was quite impressed with the performance of the Kinanti. It seems that Kinanti also faces considerable pressure from her workplace.

Surya continues to roll the screen in the green application. Until his fingers stopped in one name that slightly disturbed his heart.

Seriate