Just A Wedding

Chapter 96

We, Henry and I stood up and went from the room following Dita to the living room in this office. My feelings are mixed, how not ? Didn't Mr Satrio say he would wait in the parking lot, but why did he come here ? Henry's face was flat, with no tension on his face.

" Hello I'm Henry, coincidentally as the manager of this store," Henry said by extending a hand to Mr. Satrio.

" Satrio, Arin's husband," Pak Satrio's tense voice was heard clearly. The look on Mr. Satrio's face that shows his dislike is shown by narrowing his net a lot.

" I'm sorry for a little too long, we still persuade Ms. Arin to want to eat together for the night" said Henry still with a reasonable calm and very natural.

" Yes.we will come," replied Mr. Satrio quickly, remaining in a very cold voice.

" Thank you very much we will be waiting for the arrival of Ma'am Arin and Dad" Henry said with a cheerful smile like his days.

" Why so long ? Is five minutes enough ?" asked Mr. Satrio with a sour face and a cold voice.

" We are still talking" I replied after Mr. Satrio who also spoke coldly.

" Yes, ten percent speaks ninety percent of the action. Are you guys making out ? Kissing or even more than kissing ? ask Mr. Satrio with high intonation.

" Well......We are not like the accusations. Henry respects me a lot,"

" And......are you ? Do you respect me so much ? asked Mr. Satrio with flashes - flashes from the spotlight of his netra like lightning gives sparks - sparks. Mr. Satrio moved towards me, I quickly pushed with both hands.

" It's in the parking lot ! " my cry raised the sound to match the sound of the passing motor.

" I told you I don't care" said Mr. Satrio loudly.

" But..i care,"

" Yes...you are right, I seem to consider your concern with about ," said Mr. Satrio lirih after seeing another rider passing by to park the car next to us.

Mr. Satrio put his body back into his original position.

Without sentences that facilitate us to communicate during the journey to the land owned by Mr. Satrio. We were silent in the clutches of each other's minds. Every now and then Mr. Satrio turned his head towards me and I followed him by turning my face away from the clattering of gazes between us.

" I'm sorry...if I had lost control, I didn't want to see you linger with him" said Mr. Satrio.

I ignored the opening line of conversation between us who spoke softly from his lips.

" Are you angry ?" asked Mr. Satrio with a slightly weakened tone so that I would interact with him again.

" Kira father how ? What accusation can you bring my feelings back to the way they were ? I replied with the origin in a formal voice and language as if I were talking to a customer in the store where I worked.

" It's not just an accusation, it's a kind of conjecture" replied Mr. Satrio softened and tried to melt the atmosphere between us.

" Why smile ? " ask him again after seeing me smile.

" I want to ride an angkot like that" my chirps arrived while pointing at an angkot that passed us.

" Yes.." I replied in a cheerful tone again. It was as if forgetting the silent war between us that happened for a few minutes.

" But....the car ? " the astonishment of Mr. Satrio asked me, as if to convey parked where this car is.

" How about we go to the city terminal, car parking there then we take the angkot to terminal A until terminal A we go up again to terminal B from terminal B back again to the city terminal," I explained at length like a teacher who explained the material to his students.

" Why not just rent, is not it more convenient not to rush - insistence with other passengers ?" mr. Satrio was still confused by my wishes.

" But I want it like that ! " my answer started with a spoiled voice.

" Is this the baby you're carrying or do you just want to prank me ? " ask Mr. Satrio again, a little ah not a little but a lot - a lot of doubt about my wishes.

" Aaaaahhhh no need, besuk morning I walk alone when mas to the land," I replied annoyed and a little sulking so that he was willing to obey my wishes.

" Yes...please go to the terminal and follow your strange desires," Mr. Satrio's voice seemed resigned to my will.

I smile, is this my own desire or my desire because of my pregnancy ? But I really want to ride the angkot, repeating my time in a white-gray school uniform.

When the angkot is still in the passenger terminal is still not so much just the four of us. But when it was running and half way to the other terminal, passengers began crammed. We, Satrio and I sat facing each other. Mr. Satrio's face was already showing anxiety. Its long legs are difficult to move and it has to sit across to fit other passengers. The more complete the suffering of Mr Satrio when the newly boarded passenger is a mother carrying a large vegetable basket made of woven.

" Om a little shift, this could be for six passengers ! " command the angkot kernet while sweeping his sweat with his little towel.

Mr. Satrio squinted his net was about to start to refute the angkot kernet, but stopped because I banned it with a hand gesture. Harsh breathing in response to him. Then shifted, the face of panic and confusion again seemed to envelop Mr. Satrio. I smiled and watched her. His reddish-white face began to drip with sweat from the heat without AC. I wanted to laugh and see what was happening in front of me. Mr. Satrio was sitting in front of me number two from the corner, unable to lean due to sitting crimp and legs that had to be crossed because of a mother who carried a lot of cargo.

I couldn't bear my laughter finally coming off even though I didn't make a loud noise. Mr. Satrio is confused because the car without AC is full of passengers. The blue black long-sleeved shirt he was wearing was pulled - pulling it to look for air.

" Why laugh ? you like seeing your husband like this ?" asked Mr. Satrio to get inflamed at me. And I'm getting chuckled at it. His reddish-white face was getting flushed even more due to the heat.

" Aaaaah all my life just this time I got on an angkot and jostled like this," upset me when many passengers had come down and we were sitting next to each other.

" It still continues as you wish ? Is there no dispensation ? asked Mr. Satrio to start riling.

" But..I want to mas, "my reply was spoiled staring as if begging him to follow my wishes.

" Why is your wish so strange ? Why not buy a bag or a shirt or aaaaaahhhhh what is up to you" muttered Mr. Satrio to me.

" i did not force mas, I can walk alone," I replied beginning to get annoyed with Mr. Satrio's nagging.

" Yes....all right. Later the baby in your stomach turns on me for not following his wishes, " replied Mr. Satrio resignedly giving up on my wishes.

Seriate...........

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