Mahligai Infidelity

- Jet Lag

Time has shown 6 o'clock less than ten minutes.

Wulan walked out of the room, heading straight for the living room. He sat down next to Irma who was playing with Zaka.

“Kak Wulan why?” ask Irma.

“I have a fever this?” asked Wulan while putting Irma's hand on her forehead.

“Again anget,”

“Hatchi, Hatchi,” sneeze Wulan is increasingly becoming.

“Mau irma takekn medicine?”

“Don't, his usual under break healed. Must be because of the soybean.”

“But if it gets worse how?” said Irma.

“Ease not getting worse,” said Wulan.

Wulan sat on the chair getting cowering, it seemed like she was starting to cheer up.

“If aunt and uncle don't come here, I want to sleep. Very sleepy,” said Wulan while laying her head on the handle of the sofa. He began to close his eyes.

By the time Arkan arrived, Wulan was already asleep.

“Kak,” Irma was about to wake Wulan but Arkan forbade it.

“Sshhhttttt, don't wake up. Let's just sleep tight,” said to Irma who was sitting not far from Wulan.

At that time, Jenny and Richard sat on the sofa in the room not far from Wulan to sleep. The four boxes they carried were placed on the table.

Jenny's eyes were fixed on a 2.5-year-old child sitting playing on the floor.

“Irma enter first, Irma will call grandfather here,” said Irma then left the room.

“Mas, this is the boy Wulan told me about yesterday. His son Brian,” whispered Jenny in Richard's ear.

“Pillage is somewhat similar,” says Richard.

“Zaka,” call Arkan.

“Come salim oma and opa,” Arkan said.

Jenny's eyes are round because of Arkan's blunt speech.

“Oma, you told him to call mom oma?” jenny said.

“Iya ma, time to call aunty? That Zaka is uncle Johan's grandson. Yes, my grandson too, right?”

“But mama doesn't look like oma oma right mas?” jenny said.

“Zaka,” Arkan approached Zaka then put his on his lap.

“Zakaria Junaidi Susanto,” call Arkan.

“Susanto? Really her name is?” ask Jenny again.

“Nggak ma, Arkan prank,” said Arkan while chuckling. “Name Zakaria Junaid.”

“Cih, like jahilin mom,” hiss Jenny while putting on a pouty face.

While pushing the wheelchair, Grandpa arrived there.

“Uncle,” Jenny approached grandfather then kissed his hand, then followed Richard to do the same.

“Wulan,” call grandpa.

“Kok even slept there. Wulan.”

“Let's cake, Wulan may be soybean. Still jet lag. In Switzerland, it is almost midnight. It's her bedtime,” said Jenny with a smile.

After a while, bi Indun came out with a few snacks on the tray.

“Bi, this is also a cake that I ordered from my cake shop subscription,” said Jenny while handing over four boxes of cookies to bi Indun.

“Good, Thank you. Will aunty serve,” sahut bi Indun.

“Uncle, Jenny brought a gift for uncle. But the gift is not expensive, just,” he took out a box from inside his bag then handed it to grandfather's hand.

“Thank you, but I don't need a gift like this.” said Grandpa.

Jenny's face was silent.

“Uncle, it's a typical gift from Switzerland. Using local wood. The manufacturing process takes years for one stick. So the stick was very light. And rare to find, booking takes a long time,” said Richard trying to melt the atmosphere.

Grandpa pushed the wooden box in front of Richard and Jenny. “Just the more expensive the price I can not accept,” said grandfather.

“It is not expensive really, the price is very cheap,” added Jenny.

“No need, I don't need a stick anymore. I now have to use a wheelchair.” Reject grandpa.

“Hatchi, Hatchi.” The sound of Wulan sneezing repeated.

When bi Indun delivered the drink, he immediately woke Wulan.

“Wulan, wake up. Or if you want to sleep all moved to Lan's room,” said bi Indun from behind the back of the chair.

“Neval bi,” says Arkan.

Hearing Arkan's voice, Wulan slowly opened his eyes.

“Mas Arkan,” his head turned around. Aunt Jenny and Uncle Richard were there.

“Sorry uncle, aunt, Wulan overslept. How not built from earlier mas?”

“Neither, the influence of jet lag.” Imbuh Jenny's.

Wulan Langung turned his head towards the grandfather whose position at that time was behind him.

There was no smile on my grandfather's face. Even grandfather did not glance in the slightest towards aunt Jenny and uncle Richard. Susana was calm for a moment.

Aunt Jenny took a glass containing a warm drink served bi Indun.

“Uncle Hendy, our destination is here because we want to apply for Wulan for our son Arkan. If uncle allows, they can get married soon. Before..”

Grandpa's gaze was on Arkan. “Before what? Arkan already knows grandfather's grandson is ugly and kampungan, what else is a widow. Widow of her own cousin, did she not have any other intentions to marry Wulan?” ask Grandpa blakan.

“Kakek really, mas Arkan dear same Wulan kok.” Sela.

“I have no other intentions towards her cake, I really love Wulan, and want to marry her.” replied Arkan.

“When Wulan gets married and gets into your family, I think she's in good hands. I was actually wrong. I've released my grandson into a lair of venomous snakes,” said grandfather.

Wulan's eyes stared at Grandfather while blinking and putting on a face. Seeing that, Grandpa Langung threw his face in the other direction.

“Grandpa, haven't you already approved of our relationship, now grandpa changed his mind again?!”

“When? When did grandpa say that?”

At that time from the back bi Indun came out with a plate containing cake that had just been brought by Jenny. Village cake that most of grandfather's favorite cake served on the table.

“Sure lemper from auntie right?” ask Wulan.

It is a mecomot one. Then open.

“Grandpa want?”

“Grandpa is still full.”

“Didn't grandpa like this cake the most? Burned like this is rare in Jakarta kek. Flat in the oven. The aroma is different,” said Wulan who continues to try to melt his grandfather's heart.

When he was about to eat, the smell of fish from the lemper burst into Wulan's nose.

“Ueekkkk,”

“Ueek,”

Wulan immediately ran towards the inside of the house towards a sink located not far from the dining table. Arkan followed him from behind.

“Why you?” ask Arkan.

“Mual mas,”

“You anyway, use the event ngecat all. Instead of a break,” protests Arkan while twitching the back of Wulan's neck.

After a little more, Wulan and Arkan returned to the front seat.

“Udah okay?” ask aunt Jenny.

Wulan nodded.

“Bi bring behind his cake bi, Wulan wants to vomit again,” said Wulan.

“That I fear as it happens mas,” said Jenny slowly in Richard's ear.

“Kayaknya Wulan pregnant,” continued Jenny.

“Mama, haphazard.” protest Richard.

“The last few days of his work slept, during on the plane he slept mulu.”

“Trus how dong?” ask Richard.

“Arkan your child anyway, stubborn, how ga bunting every day in pepetin keep his Wulan. If she goes home first where does she leave Wulan in Switzerland?!”

“Mas, look at uncle's face. Ready to be ready, we will be expelled from here.”

After bi Indun lifted the food from the table, Wulan's face looked slightly relieved.

“Kak?” Wulan handed a bottle of Zaka's telon oil to Wulan.

“Where is it?” ask Arkan.

“Iya, it's gone. Wulan was surprised, the end of this onion aroma in food makes Wulan want to vomit,” he said.

“Irma is also like that sister when pregnant Zaka. Irma ga likes all the scents of food.” says Irma from near Zaka. At that moment he wanted to bring Zaka inside.

“Pregnant?” peekik Wulan's.

He counted the dates again. She has not yet menstruated. Her menstrual date is far past.

“Kok I didn't think there? Am I really pregnant?”

Wulan's eyes immediately stared at grandfather.

“Ehm,” dehem grandpa.

“Who impregnated you? Are you pregnant or?” ask grandpa.

“Most only colds, weather and climate changes are usually easy to make a cold,” refuted Jenny.

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TBC…