Just A Wedding

Chapter 50

All eyes remained faithful to look at me. A waitress came to me.

" I'm sorry mom, did I help you to call a taxi or wait for Mr Satrio here ? " polite and bow the body this gorgeous waitress offers help.

",I'll just go home, ma'am" I replied slowly

" Have I helped you call a taxi ?"

" Yes. Thank you very much,"

" How much food is it?"

" Oh no mother, we'll call Mr. Satrio. Mr. VVIP member at our cafe,"

," It's okay - what I'm paying,"

" oh.iya mom, please wait for her bill,"

Waitrees tagged Lestari's name, gave her friend's code to bring me a receipt.

I was shocked and shocked at the price listed there. We only ordered four menus but why the price could be Rp. 794,000.00.

" How is mom, paid here or at the cashier ? " this beautiful waitress question baffled me, because I did not believe the price of food until it was so expensive.

," Ma'am. I didn't bring as much money as it was on the receipt. The money I hold is only five hundred thousand.

The pretty waitrees smiled politely." It's okay what mom. We can call Mr. Satrio."

," Let me take you, the cab's already in the yard,"

Follow Waitrees' steps. I cannot look around me. Strange views still follow me.

" Thank you for your visit, Mom,"

" I also thank you for your help, ma'am,"

," Same - same mom. Good luck to the destination,"

I lay my head down as soon as I sit in the seat of this taxi. Tough cries began to subside because of the ASI I gave. The speed of the taxi that is making me can calm down during the trip. I should be happy when I get home.

Until the dawn of Mr. Satrio also did not come. I stayed awake waiting for him. No power to resist sleepiness is also closed this blind me. I did not tell him, nor did he. Didn't ask how I was doing ? Tough Circumstances ? There was no apology for not buying Tough clothes.

I just let it all go by drowning with a story that embarrassed me. My confused father asked "why go home alone ? " Why not with Mr Satrio ? No I answered. He then sat down, not asking anymore. Maybe not powerful and not able to see me.

A day, two days, it doesn't feel like more than a week. No word from him, let alone call send a message he did not do. Lying when I say I don't care. In fact, in my mind there was only him and him, Mr. Satrio my husband. Not because of love. Wasn't......... Just because he is my husband. Just because he's the father of my son, that's all.

Three days ago I returned to my activities. Worked at Henry's family's shop. I still have to work to support my family. There is still money saving, but not reliable is it ? there is always a need for family every day. Especially now that spending is increasing for the needs of my son's tough. While working, Tough I leave it to my sister. Before leaving for work I drove Tangguh, as well as home from work I took Tangguh. The three days of routine went well.

The endless HP ringing tone sounded. I ignored it because of the work that piled up. The numbers on the computer screen are still free to roam not in place. My concentration is full on these numbers until I do not hear the sound of Dita calling.

" Mr Arin, there's Om Satrio.......Ma'am. My eyes were immediately fixed on the figure of a mature and charismatic man in the doorway. He smiled to see me. I hurried over to him, and invited him to sit on the guest sofa. I ignored Dita just like that who kept chattering behind me.

" Why go to the office ? Why not call or wait at home ? Is there anything important ? talk to him with a series of questions.

" I was on the phone, but I wasn't ignored, so I came right away. I want to pick you up" explained Mr. Satrio.

" But it's not four, I'm still working,"

," All right, I'll wait here,"

" Don't mas, not delicious,"

"What - anything relax. I can wait to sit here. You just continue the work," he replied casually while positioning his seat comfortably.

," Ms. Arin just go home, I will tell Ko Dion if the permission to go home first," Dita interrupted our conversation.

" Well, that's exactly what Dita said," cried Mr. Satrio.

" But.

" But what.......?"

" Dam..........,"

" Of kangen mbak Arin ya," scorched Dita.

" Yes...you could say so,"

The words of Mr. Satrio made Dita laugh even more.

" Om Satrio, the older the more romantic" Dita praised Satrio. He smiled at Dita's praise.

Along with Dita to ease her voice. Dion came to us. Talk to Mr. Satrio for a moment and say to me.

" If Arin wants to go home please, pity husband mbak wait. Work continued besuk. It's three o'clock, anyway,"

" I'm taking a motor?" reluctantly evaded.

" Later ask for help, Mr. Nurdin and Mr. Kamil who delivered to the house mbak," Usul Dita.

The atmosphere between the two of us was very strong. No one opened up a conversation between us. I threw my eyes towards the road. Mr. Satrio only occasionally glanced at me. Sometimes, his hand grabs my hand but I just pat it. I kept quiet without opening the question. Why hasn't he called me for a week ? Where was this week ? Why not go home this week ? I keep meetings - meetings of all those questions. Let it answer by itself. I am also tired of fighting over who is superior ? Who is wrong ?

"Tough.....?" he asked when we were close to home.

" At my sister's house,"

" Aaaaaaahhhhhh why didn't you tell me from earlier,"

" Because you didn't ask father." I replied pressing on "father". So that he was angry, because from the beginning he did not like being called by his father and asked to be called "Mas "

" Must....?"

" Yes.., yeah.....,"

" Really ?"

" Yes.., yeah.....,"

Mr. Satrio smiled and glanced at me because of my narrow answer. His left hand moved to shake my hair.

" I only stayed two days at Dik Asri's house. Then I went home,"

" i didn't ask. Where are you going ?

" I'm just giving you information,"

," I don't need information,"

" Really ?"

" Yes...."

," Oya.............. really do not need ? Why angry ? call me wear you, wear me."

" Another thrush...."

" Already. Now I'm the same as you. We pick up Tough, and buy some Tough clothes. Maybe....do you want to buy clothes too ? Or a bag ? Or the shoes ? Or...aaaahhh it's up to buy what. I'm interrupting,"

" Don't have my shirt and tough's been a lot,"

" But I didn't buy it ?"

" It's important to have clothes......,"

Mr. Satrio laughed a little at me who kept tiring at him.

" You, if angry like Tough when asking ASI "

Seriate........

Wanna see.....Outfit Pak Satrio pick up time Arin...... right ?