Mahligai Infidelity
-Surprice
As soon as I walked out the hotel room door. Wulan immediately grabbed Arkan's arm. He knew Arkan's mood was bad. He did not even look at Wulan until they got out of the elevator.
“Mas.”
“Mas Arkan.”
“Wait, my leg hurts,” Wulan said.
Arkan began to slow down his pace.
“Mas.”
They approached the car that was parked on the side of the road.
Until arriving at the Arkan car still did not answer Wulan.
“Mas.”
“Mas angry same Wulan or same Mail?” ask Wulan.
“I'm upset with that guy! You see his face? He grinned as if he was heating up my manation,” Arkan said.
“I know mas, can what? There is no way I can throw him home,” said Wulan.
“Mean him you don't give him hope!”
“Loh mas, when do I give her hope?” attack Wulan. He felt he never did that.
“Why not dodge when he touches you?” ask Arkan.
“I know if he'll come holding my leg. The part that is held only at the tip of the calf is just kok,” said Wulan.
“He doesn't like us together, so he acts like that. He wants to show that he will take you from me.”
“I don't give up any feelings for her. I am also not an item that can be taken for granted to be his,” said Wulan with a frown. Her forehead shriveled, her lips pursed.
“Mas Arkan alone yesterday hold the handle with Sheila I ga ngegas,” said Wulan slowly.
“When?” ask Arkan.
“I see the one holding the hand of the mas. Reflection from glass. Dih,” Wulan said.
“He who intends to hold my arm. Not me,!”
“Just call?!”
Wulan turned back to face the window, she sat back to Arkan with lips kamit kamit not clear.
“Gotly. Why was I angry at the same mail. Angry at me, did I tell him to hold my leg?!”
“If you know this, mending don't need to accompany me here.”
“Emang nice in angry, I'm not wrong.”
“Hufffttt,” Wulan took a long breath.
Arkan held Wulan's arm.
“Honey,” call her.
“Sorry.”
“So I got carried away by emotions.”
Arkan took Wulan's arm.
“See here dong,” refer Arkan.
“Honey, please. Don't be angry anymore. I promise it won't be like that again,” Arkan said.
“Honey, please.”
Arkan sat staring at the street in front of him. He was thinking about how to persuade Wulan.
Since Arkan was silent, Wulan eventually turned around. His face was not as sweet as before. He looked at Arkan's face, which was also staring at him.
“I will try to keep my distance from Mail. I do not forbid if he holds my leg again,” said Wulan.
“Actually I wasn't angry with you, I was upset with her. But it's been. I'm sorry, I'm not like that anymore. Next time I'll hit him in the face if he makes me angry.” Arkan.
“Teaching him? To the extent. Basic jealousy. Blind jealousy!”
“Ya already, where are we going?” ask Arkan.
“Ke home. Previously stayed at the A restaurant. We should buy lunch.”
Wulan stared at the digital clock on the car's dashboard, already showing it almost one o'clock in the afternoon.
“Buruan mas, before they came out of dalem. We still have to stop by, not to mention the traffic jam!
Arkan Langung drove his car towards the priest Bonjol road. At the restaurant, food is available. Just choose the type of buffet they want to order.
—ooOoo—
Two weeks passed…
After the day's shareholders' meeting, Arkan was officially elected CEO of Vienna Graha in his mother's place.
As for Wulan, she was busy going back and forth between A and C to take care of the heir's rights to the savings owned by her late husband.
After completing all Wulan affairs in country A, he went to Singapore. Since Jenny's aunt kept in touch with Wulan, she told him to stop by Singapore to visit uncle Johan.
Towards the evening the wulan arrived at Changi AirPort with his lawyer Pak Cahyono, but from Singapore Mr. Cahyono will continue his journey to Jakarta. As for Wulan, he still had to stop in the country in a few days.
His body is too tired, the last two weeks he spent most of his time on a plane, from country one he had to fly again to country one. Jet lag and cold climate adjustments make his body feel very sore and painful. Not to mention that the food of the country he came to was not in accordance with his tongue, every day he only ate sober just filling the stomach so that his stamina was maintained.
While waiting for the wulan baggage porter sit on a bench in the baggage claim room.
Sometimes he yawns. His eyes felt very sleepy.
“If only Arkan mas were here, I would definitely lean on Arkan's shoulders. Ahh, how much I miss the Arkan.” inner Wulan mas.
Wulan retrieves the phone from inside her bag then contacts Arkan. At least, talking to Arkan could relieve his drowsiness at that time.
But several times he called, his number was not connected.
“Miss, all your luggage is here. Want to check again?” ask Potter that to Wulan.
Wulan counted the five suitcases he carried.
“That’s all.”
“So you need a taxi?” ask that Porter.
“No, I have someone to pick me up outside. Wait I call her,” says Wulan.
Her phone started calling Aunt Jenny.
“Tante, anyone pick up Wulan ga?” ask Wulan.
“It's a shame, Arkan has been there to pick you up,” said aunt Jenny.
“Mas Arkan here?” ask Wulan again.
“Ia, aunty again in the ICU room, aunty can not long chat. Aunt close first, Bye.”
Just then Wulan instantly got up from her chair.
He walked out through the glass door, as his eyes listened to one by one the pickers lined up in front of the exit.
At the end of Arkan was already standing waiting for him.
With a smile he immediately approached Wulan. He lifted up and hugged Wulan. He kissed the lips of a woman who had not seen him for almost two weeks.
“Mas when to get here?”
“So noon,” replied Arkan.
“Why not say? I called mas but not active,” said Wulan.
“Surprice.”
“Haha yes really surprise,” Wulan replied to Arkan's embrace.
Arkan and Wulan langung headed for the car in the parking lot.
Porter continued to follow behind Wulan until he arrived at a car. Maroon red sports sedan car that only has two passenger seats in it.
“Mas? My suitcase does not fit nih,” said Wulan.
The porter's eyes glared at the lamborgini aventador before him. 10 Cars are printed worldwide.
Wulan did not care about his car, the problem was that his five big suitcases could not get into the trunk of the car.
Hm…
Arkan opened the trunk of his car. In the car there is still a suitcase that has not been taken out since he came this afternoon.
Arkan finally approached the porter. He handed over some money, asking that the porter send Wulan's luggage to the address he would give.
The porter nodded. After receiving an address from Arkan, Porter pushed Wulan's luggage back to the taxi line that was waiting in line at the passenger's arrival door.
TBC…
