LOLLIPOPS
LOLLIPOP 41
"Raris....Haris right?!"
"Eh Mba Nilam's. Who's here with?" Haris tries to control himself well. Stand up and shake hands with the woman.
"With friends, we sat there" he answered, pointing at the row of chairs far behind us.
"What shopping is Mba." Mas Haris looks like he's getting stale.
Who is this woman?
"Who are you with?" he asked while looking hard at me. The woman did not take her eyes off me at all and had been curious since then apparently.
Duh! I'm getting uncomfortable.
"Bu Ratih here introduce Mba Nilam my brother-in-law, and Mba Nilam is an employee at the office. We've met a client and want to find a gift for a client's birthday." explained Mas Haris introduced us while lying a little.
Mba Nilam and I shook hands. I smiled forcedly.
"Oh office employee. I think who is using all bribery events" he said while still staring intently at me.
"Oh no. I was a little curious about the Korean food, because said Mrs Ratih it was very delicious." Mas Haris once again lied while a little laugh made.
"Then I met a client far away. What clients are there from the company?" ask again full of search.
"It just so happens that her client's house is close by. So we were told to meet here" said Mas Haris increasingly unreasonable.
I just listen and occasionally laugh awkwardly when needed. My face is like boiled shrimp. It's hideous!
"How are your wife and children? Okay?" ask the woman. I'm sure that question is one way of insinuating me. Because obviously the question is not important .
"Good Mba. When are you going to play home again?" bisa basi Mas Haris.
"Let me call your wife."
Deg
"Please continue eating. Excuse me!"
After the woman moved away I immediately glanced at Mas Haris
"What are the dangers?" much
"Damn it! How could I not see him there?" he said he was angry and upset.
"Keep how?"
"Had finished his meal, later if he called my real wife. Let me handle it."
"Then a gift for a client how?"
"Well, we're out of money!"
"It's okay. What matters is that we're safe."
I just nodded despite slightly disagreeing with his idea. The money we can use to rent a room for us is expensive. We no longer bribe each other. Our joy disappeared immediately.
Stone kenee! Go to the Mall far away to avoid people who might know us, uh even caught wet sister-in-law. Basic apes! Not only money but also time loss. But how else? We have to play pretty, right?
Out of the Mall we headed for the beach. We only need to pay the ticket to enter the next free to do it in the car. A variation other than should be inside the room only.
"Hmmm arghh..."
As we kiss each other. Cellphone's ringing.
Damnit damnit! Just ruin the mood.
"It's a little while, baby" he said, then picked up his cell phone.
"Hallo Nak's. What's up?"
I can only listen to him on the phone. Then I turned my eyes to look at the sea. To my right was a car parked not too far away. There are couples who are also cool to make out even half-naked in a car whose glass is half open.
My passion went up but he was cool to call. A long time! What is being talked about is not important. I waited before. It makes me even less excited. I poked his left thigh, Mas Haris just nodded and coded for me to remain patient.
"Okay till tonight" he said, closing talks.
"I'm sorry, baby" she said
"Why not just turn it off. If the story is that our time is wasted." I protest
"It is precisely if I turn it off that it will be more suspicious dear." replied Mas Haris while coolly fondling my body again.
Huh I'm no longer tasteful. What if later in the middle of the fondling, we were again disturbed. His wife could have called again.
Drr...
And sure enough! His phone rang again, I removed Mas Haris' hand from my chest while grinning my face. He took a deep breath and received the call.
"What's the mah?" he said open the conversation.
How crazy! I just thought of uh incident. That must be his wife whom he called 'mamah'. Even more annoying, he answered the phone while getting out of the car.
That means I don't need to know or I don't think I'm important to him!
POV RATIH OFF
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