Mahligai Infidelity
- First Day
Brian was sleeping next to Wulandari. The smell of sweat mixed with the smell of intercourse hit Wulan's nose. It felt very disgusting, a scent that made Wulan almost vomit. Still in a state of pura to fall asleep, he stayed in the bed until the morning before.
When the reflection of sunlight began to hit through the blemish of the window curtain. Wulan got up from her bed. He looked at the man who was sleeping without clothes on the bed that now looks messy. With an irregular snoring sound. His eyes were then fixed on the middle of the kangan hose, staring at a small object that had conicaled like a caterpillar. Wulan shuddered in disdain then left the room.
He rushed down the stairs to his grandfather's room. At such an hour, Grandpa Hendy must have woken up.
“Kakek.”
Tok to tok.
“Grandpa is awake?” ask her.
Grandpa opened the door. “What morning has this got up? Why not sleep longer? You definitely need more rest,” said the grandfather.
“Wulan is used to getting up early, want to be tired of anything must wake up early. Grandfather knows himself,” said Wulan.
“Haha, but here is not in the village, there is nothing you can do in the morning like this,” said grandfather.
“Wulan will make coffee for grandfather, and cook grandpa's favorite food.” said Wulan excited.
“Ya already there, grandpa will be around rivet first,” said grandpa Hendy.
“Awas stray cake, here not in the village,” joked Wulan.
“Nyasar on the home page? You think grandfather is too senile haha,” replied the gleeful grandfather.
At that moment Wulan headed straight for the kitchen. Bi Narsih and another old lady waitress were chopping carrots and peeling potatoes.
“Morning bi,” greet Wulan friendly.
“For the mistress, can anyone help Nyah?” ask bi Narsih immediately, if only the hostess needed something.
“Bi I want to ask, can I help?” ask Wulan.
“I mean madam want to help us with our work? If it's not for Nyah, we can do it ourselves. We're just preparing the ingredients for lunch. This morning Madam Wulan and mister will be sent to the house of in-laws at nine in the morning,” said bi Narsih reminded.
“Loh instead of fitting lunch hour?” ask Wulan.
“This morning Nyah, because both of Mr. Brian's parents are going to Belgium later this afternoon. So sungkeman in forward this morning Nyah,” said Wulan.
Wulan walked around the spacious kitchen looking for tea, sugar, and coffee.
“What do you look for?” ask bi Narsih.
“Coffee spot where bi?” ask her.
“That's Nyah,” bi Narsih refer a coffee maker machine on the nightstand.
“Mana?” tanya Wulan is still looking in the direction that bi Narsih pointed.
“This Nyah. Want aunty to make, right?” ask bi Narsih.
“Bby bi, three coffee spoon and half sugar spoon,” Wulan said.
“In that case, aunty make a manual yes,” said bi Narsih.
He started making coffee like the dose Wulan said just now. Wulan continued to pay attention to the coffee machine, which he thought was a bit complicated and long.
“Bi make one more,” pinta Wulan because the aroma that comes out smells very fragrant in his nose.
“Which is normal huh Nyah or the same dose as earlier?”
“Normal aja bi, quite sweet also can,” said Wulan.
Bi Narsih started brewing coffee the way Wulan wanted it.
“This Nyah.”
“Still bi.”
Wulan brought the two cups of coffee to the side terrace of the house where there is a table and chairs facing the garden. He went around a few rounds in the rich courtyard looking for his grandfather.
“Kakek,” call him.
“Kek. Do not be far away cake,” continued Wulan.
Grandpa Hendy stood up from behind a flower with a worker.
“Wulan, try here see. Mr. Mun is very skilled. He is the one who takes care of the park here,” said Hendy's grandfather enthusiastically.
“Oh yes?”
“Mrs Wulan, love flowers too?” ask Mun sir.
“Haha, don't ask. Our home page in the village contains all flowers,” replied grandfather Hendy happy.
“Wah pak Mun turned out to be very expert,” praise Wulan while holding a Cambodian stalk that has flowered heavily.
“Later I learned the same Mr Mun how to cuttings huh?” ask Wulan.
“Bby Nyah, every morning if the mistress wants the mistress can practice directly here,” said Mr. Mun politely.
“Alright sir Mun. Oh yes, Mun sir, I'll take my grandfather.” Pamit Wulan's.
“Oh Please Nyah,”
“Kek come, Wulan is ready for coffee for grandfather on the side terrace,” said Wulan.
While Wulan and the grandfather were enjoying their cup of coffee, a voice rang out from inside the house.
“Bi Narsih?” shouted loudly a man who was none other than Brian.
“Ya sir,” reply bi Narsih samar.
“Where is the woman, have her come here prepare my clothes now,” said Brian full of pressure.
“But sir, your clothes are ready for your aunt in the master's room. A couple of pairs of auntie ironed neatly in there. Can you choose your own that you want to use,” said Bi Narsih.
“I want that woman who serves me,” Brian snapped.
“Come on Wulan, your husband needs you,” said Hendi's gentle grandfather.
“Wulan enter first the cake, later the grandfather is ready immediately yes we will go to the house of in-laws Wulan.”
“Iya yes. Grandpa will also take a shower now,” replied the grandfather.
Wulan left her grandfather for the second floor where Brian was.
“Again, can I help you?” asked Wulan while lowering her head. He did not dare look at Brian's face. Plus at that time Brian only wore a towel that covered half his body.
Brian stared at the appearance of Wulan.
“What are you wearing? Even bi Narsih did not wear such clothes. Quickly remove those bad clothes, your clothes are worse than the floor mop in this house!” Jerky Brian.
Wulan squeezed the blue negligee she was wearing. “Good Mas, I will replace now,” while passing next to Brian.
Suddenly arrived Brian's sturdy hand pulled Wulan's arm violently. His right hand immediately tightened on Wulan's jaw. “Mas? Mas said? Cuihhh.” Followed by the movement as if spitting to the left. “Your village mouth is not worth calling me that!” Brian was full of anger.
He pulled Wulan's face closer until it only eroded a few centi meters away from his face. “Call me, Mr. Brian. Of course you have to call me My Love when you are in front of my parents later,” said Brian then pushed Wulan's face violently.
“Ehm,” dehem a man from the direction of stairs.
“It's done? I didn't come here to watch your drama. Please sign this file,” said the man firmly.
“Mana Farel? Why isn't he the one who came here?” ask Brian loudly.
“From now on I am a corporate accountant who will monitor the company's management directly on the agreement of our parents,” explained the man who is none other than Brian's cousin named Arkan.
While not far from the existence of the two men, Wulan retreated slowly and then left. Arkan's eyes were momentarily fixed on Wulan who then disappeared behind the door.
“Arkan, since when do you care about the company? Why don't you take care of your factory? The company is now mine. You have no authority in the company. And never try to interfere in the business!” brian said in a heavy and low tone.
“This is the decision of both our parents. Because uncle won't be back in Belgium before you sign this dossier. I'm not gonna interfere with the company. I was only assigned to provide a detailed report on money out and money into the company account,” explained Arkan.
Brian hit a wall nearby. “Isn't that the same as you interfering in the company's business?” Jerky Brian.
Arkan handed over the map he brought to Brian. “Uncle and aunt ask you to hand over this letter to them at nine o'clock. Or uncle will take over the company as a board of commissioners, uncle only wants to monitor the performance of his son for the next few months until the company is stable in the hands of his son, he said,” firmly Arkan then turned around leaving Brian who still looks emotional.
Brian clenched his palms together with the map he was holding.
“Damn it, have I not done the conditions, I have married the woman of the village? Why are they still interfering with the grandfather's company. Parents do not know in profit,” umpat Brian.
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TBC…
