Just A Wedding

Chapter 99

The dinner Henry had at his villa in the top of my town.

" Did you stay here that night ? asked Mr. Satrio half-whispering in my ear.

I deliberately didn't answer as if I hadn't heard what he was asking me.

" say ! Are you staying here ? " again, Mr. Satrio whispered softly in my ear.

" There is nothing going on between me and Henry" I replied with a look in Mr. Satrio's ear.

" I asked if you were staying at the villa that night ? Why is the answer different ?

" Yes ....really nothing happened," I assure Mr. Satrio.

At first glance I saw Henry who did not want to let go of his eyes on us. Sometimes he talked to our friend, also an employee at Henry's shop. But Henry's eyes kept on us. This was also confirmed by Mr. Satrio.

" Tell your girlfriend not to look at us all the time, isn't she bored ? " masygul Mr. Satrio did not like to see Henry who was always seen looking at us.

" Don't feel like it. Is he really seeing us ? if not ? We are ashamed." I said to appease Mr. Satrio

" It's up to you, but what I'm seeing is like that" Mr. Satrio remained resentfully speaking his argument to me.

As if to give the impression that Henry was jealous of Mr. Satrio. Mr. Satrio tried to bribe me. It's wrong for me to refuse a bribe from Mr. Satrio, accepting a bribe also makes me unwilling because Henry will be hurt. Not because there was a feeling of love, but did not want to hurt Henry too deeply. Henry's been hurt because I left him and I don't want to add to his wound for seeing me with Mr. Satrio.

I became more and more powerless as Henry donated his voice singing Josh Groban's broken vow and Cakra Khan's song in search of true love.

My eyes tried to block all the taste and the rush of tears. I can't see Henry suffering because of me. How much I am not, if I could hurt the man who took my hand when I fell and was wounded.

" Don't cry, don't show her your love for her. That will make him hope again" advised Mr. Satrio while immersing my darkness in his arms.

" If you feel your love for me is less strong, remember there is Tough, Thavisa who needs her biological parents to grow into a person - a person who is awesome because he sees his parents happy," please follow Satrio's advice again.

Pak Satrio's breathing and heartbeat beat higher than standard. So fast, so hard. I put my hand right in his heart.

" There's a baby in your womb that you don't want to be sad about because it affects its growth, and that baby is mine. I don't let you cry from suffering, let alone love problems with a snot like your boyfriend ! " the voice of Mr. Satrio is still softly sourced above the top of my head.

" Please promise me you'll be loyal to me at all times ! " pinta Pak Satrio.

While I was still crying uncontrollably. Trying to wipe him with denims owned by Mr. Satrio.

This time Mr. Satrio uses light blue jeans in a pair of Dongker color shirts and shirts are not on the blue button in line with his pants torn at the knee. Her outfits that are not in line with me look like day and night. I wear Encim model kebaya and a long skirt of color in line with my kebayaku.

" Satrio Why Om Satrio ? I noticed it like crying ? tanya Dita who came to us who was sitting in a chair a bit away from the food menu service table.

" It's okay to just feel a bit nauseous, understand young pregnant," replied Mr. Satrio calmly.

" What's.......Is Arin pregnant again ? Right Om, Madam Arin is now pregnant again ? dita's loud voice made me try to let go of Mr. Satrio's embrace that drowned my head on His chest.

" Mr Arin..happy yes. I saw Henry for a moment in low spirits all my friends who turned to us because of the cry of Dita who was able to echo the courtyard of Henry's villa.

Henry was still staring at me and Dita was hugging because of Dita's congratulations. Hugging Dita, our eyes, Henry and I met in the distance. But Henry's gaze was able to drown me in a deep sense of guilt, giving him more pain.

A moment Henry awoke from his daydream. He walked towards us with a smile that widened as he approached.

" When plans go to..(calling the name of Mr. Satrio's hometown.) "asked Henry to us while positioning himself in the seat where we were.

This Villa yard is filled with round or rectangular tables and given chairs because it is designed for outdoor events like this.

" Born in the morning, after dawn we set out," replied Mr. Satrio calmly to Henry.

" Driving alone or carrying an assistant ? " ask Henry who is trying to get along.

" I was driving alone besides that we could enjoy time alone without anyone else present" replied Mr. Satrio smiling triumphantly at Henry's question.

Henry smiled without being overwhelmed. Looking at me at a glance, then asked again," Will Madam Arin there stop working and become a housewife only or there are other activities ?"

" I'd rather Dik Arin be a housewife, let me work. I'd rather she just focus on raising my kids and welcome me with a smile when I come. For me there is pride in being able to support children and wives without the help of wives who also have to work outside the home," replied Mr. Satrio calm but clearly looks very tense. A cold and serious face began to appear as a sign of dislike chatting with Henry.

" Dik Arin, can help my mother in his batik griya even if Dik Arin wants," added Mr. Satrio clarify the previous sentence.

" Our views are different, not because of a pride that I think I would rather free my woman to work or be a housewife, if working maybe she also wants a career if she becomes a housewife she wants to focus on giving her affection without the interference of others, including insiders," henry said and this time it was right on target for Mr. Satrio.

" Oh that's a big mistake, man ! I think it's important for an insider that you might mean a paternal or maternal grandparents in parenting ? It is still necessary for the harmony of the mental formation of the child. Think, perception, feeling and memory. If they grow up in all the people who love them, I'm sure the formation of the id, ego and superego will lead to a good personality in addition to the presence of the motivating factor and the suppressor factor," replied Mr. Satrio panjaaaaaaaannnnggggggg.

I don't understand the direction of the sentence, which I know is that I'm still lingering - there will be a long debate of opinion and will not be finished until the morning when the rooster crowed.

"Mas, can we go home now ? I'm so tired. Isn't the show over ? ask and ask Mr. Satrio to stop those who throw arguments at each other. Frankly my brain didn't get there. I was confused by the words they were saying. Sorry not everything I wrote because I forgot what their terms and sentences were, when they were fighting arguments.

" The next time we call again, Brother Henry, my wife is tired today. Can we say goodbye ? Thank you very much for the wonderful dinner to remove Dik Arin from work," said Mr. Satrio to Henry and probably all.

" Yes well..have fun chatting with the father, if the time is not limited and not blocked by seconds and minutes. I'm sure we'll keep talking about everything from politics to sports to music,"

" Yes, of course, I like Jazz music" Mr. Satrio said with a smile this time not forcing a smile.

" I love classical and romantic music, I love playing Frederick Chopin's despite my favorite pianist Sergey Rahmaninoff" Henry replied.

" Ahhhh, I am not very specific towards them, but I am in possession of some Paganini and Vivaldi also belong to Beethoven" replied Mr. Satrio proudly.

Oh God start again.

" Mas...I am really sleepy," asked me again because I want a dispute or maybe some kind of confrontation of opinion immediately stopped.

" Okay, we excuse yourself. Once again thank you for tonight's event that impressed us so much" Mr Satrio said a second time to Henry.

I really hope, this is a real goodbye without any more debate, no more arguments.

Satrio and Henry both want to open the conversation again. Mr. Satrio's arm I pulled finely and I wrapped my hand on his arm to get out of the courtyard of this villa. We finally walked out of this outdoor area towards the parking lot.

O Lord.....this is it when men are arguing and chatting ? Why is the subject so absurd and I think too high. Wouldn't it be lighter to talk about us women when we're talking ? That is talking about celebrity stories, discussing soap opera episodes that last night just aired, or discussing food. Right ?

Seriate..........

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