Mahligai Infidelity

- Festivities

Just a week Wulan vacation office, his work immediately piled up. Today he had to check some reports of field workers already piling up on his desk.

There are still a few more files to complete, but the time has shown at five in the afternoon. He had to go home immediately considering that cooking work was waiting for him at home.

Wulan pulled her bag from the lemar behind her then left the room.

On the way home Wulan took the time to reply one by one messages from Arkan, Renata and Sarah. If it is busy like this, he can only communicate with them through a chat application.

After arriving home, Wulan put her phone in a bag.

It turned out that Soraya was already at home, Soraya's voice was immediately heard when Wulan entered the door of the house.

Wulan walked over to the source of Soraya's voice. From afar he laughed, as if from the terrace of the house.

“Sore miss,” says Wulan. A little bad feeling because it turns out Brian was there too.

“Sore sir,” greet Wulan.

“Wulan sit here, this Choco brownies from Cafee De Layla. Cobain deh,” Soraya gave a piece to Wulan.

“I still do a lot of work miss, later,” reject Wulan.

“Come on Wulan, my mood is good today, you should join in celebrating also with us,” Soraya insisted.

Wulan looked at Brian. The man nodded, allowing Wulan to sit down.

Wulan sat next to Soraya and then received the cake from Soraya.

A cake came into his mouth. Wulan chews trying to like the cake. Too sweet, he does not like but must smile happily.

“Nak right?” ask Soraya.

“Enak non,” replied Wulan.

Brian continued to look at Wulan who was enjoying the cake.

The thick chocolate of the cake was a little straw on Wulan's lips.

“Lap your lips,” said Brian thrusting a piece of tissue into Wulan's hand.

“Thank you sir,” said Wulan.

“Wulan, my papa is now elected again as the chairman of the National Party DPC,” Soraya said.

“Really? Congratulations miss,” said Wulan.

“Oh yes, miss what to cook tonight, I will cook a special one to celebrate the happiness of miss,” said Wulan.

“The most delicious cook you can. I must have eaten kok,” said Soraya.

“Alright, then I go to the kitchen first non, sir,” say Wulan.

He went straight to the kitchen to prepare foodstuffs for cooking tonight.

Various menus are prepared by Wulan. With the help of bi Narsih, all kinds of cooking were completed before eight that night.

“Bi, please call non Soraya in the room. Ask them to come down immediately,” pinta Wulan on bi Narsih.

“Good Nyah,” bi Narsih replied then did as Wulan ordered.

Soraya and Brian were at the dinner table. Soraya ate so well. As he said, party! That night was a feast for Soraya. He really celebrated the success of his father.

A bottle of chivas-labeled drink was removed from the glass cabinet by Brian. Glass cabinets where there are various famous drinks from all corners of the world.

After eating, Wulan began to clean the dining table.

“Wulan let's join,” invite Soraya.

“Gabung? I never drank that kind of thing,” Inner Wulan.

“Wulan finish kitchen first non,” reject Wulan.

“Ya already there hunted trus join here,” said Soraya.

Wulan immediately headed for the kitchen, she cleaned up whatever was in the kitchen. Long-lasting washing dishes then sweeping the floor.

“Wulan,” call Soraya.

“Non?”

“Content,” Invite Soraya.

“Ta but my work is not finished,” said Wulan again.

“Bi, aunty tell aunt to do it. You join here,” said Soraya.

With the weight of the day Wulan sat at that table with them.

Soraya thrust a small glass of the drink she had concocted into Wulan's hand.

“Cobain deh, mix favorite drink Brian,” said Soraya.

Wulan received a glass from Soraya's hand. He tried to drink a little and then put the glass on the table.

Soraya continued her conversation with Brian. Soraya recounts a funny incident when Soraya was in Sweden.

With boredom, Wulan had to pretend to be there. He also heard the story of Soraya, sometimes he laughed and occasionally he would comment a little or just ask. As if he was very enthusiastic about the journey of Soraya's life in the land of people.

Until the time shows at 12 p.m. Soraya's been lying on Brian's shoulder.

“Wulan, help me take her to the room,” Brian said.

Wulan was a little surprised, she looked at Brian's face. This was the first time Brian called him by his name.

“I yes sir,” Wulan replied. He stood up from his chair, staring around, the room was spinning. Wulan tried to hold the back of the chair behind her.

Brian's eyes are squeaking. “You didn't even finish two drinks,” Brian said.

“That's the most you've never drank alcohol,”

“I once drank Wine,” replied Wulan while walking closer to Brian.

“You helped lift his hand to my shoulder, we took him to the room,” Brian said.

“I Yes.” Wulan tried to be conscious and forcefully lift Soraya up on Brian's back.

Wulan also helped hold Soraya's body from the right.

Arrive in the room. Brian laid Soraya's body on the bed.

“Come out,” Brian's orders.

Wulan rushed out.

“If not for being forced I will not drink the illicit drink,” muttered Wulan while massaging the nape of his neck.

He kept walking towards his room. Once in the room he took a glass of water from the nightstand.

Wulan's eyes shimmered around looking for the whereabouts of her bag.

“Oh yes, my bag is still under.”

Wulan again walked down to the kitchen, before cooking she put her bag in the drawer.

Still in the kitchen, Wulan grabbed the phone from inside her bag. The phone, which is now Low Bat, was put back in the bag.

Wulan walked up back to her room.

While passing through Brian's room door, there was a sound like he was throwing something.

Praaaakkkkk

“Stupid, no becus. If anything happens to him, you replace him in the grave,” cried Brian full of emotion.

Hearing that remark Wulan immediately walked quickly into his room. He locked the door of his room from the inside, Brian's bad aura seemed to crumble again, what if he went to Wulan's room just to vent his emotions?

Wulan immediately took the phone out of her bag. Plugs and chargers have been prepared at the bedside, he will reply to a friend's chat before going to bed that night.

Once the phone is on, several consecutive messages go straight in.

“Definitely Renata and Sarah. Usually they are excited at night just because of the latest Korean drama they are in,” Inner Wulan.

“Mas arkan?” muttered wulan while reading one by one a message from Arkan.

(Wulan, are you dead again?!)

(German.)

(Wulan, after reading this chat directly reply.)

Wulan responded quickly.

(Yes, what's wrong?)

“She immediately replied, already dibales even her dead hp,” grumbled Wulan.

He immediately put his phone back on the nightstand and straightened his body on the bed. In an instant Wulan immediately fell asleep.

It was about an hour before Wulan fell asleep…

Beep

Beep

Drrrtttt

Drrrtttt

Drrrtttt

The sound of incoming messages and incoming calls kept ringing.

With her eyes closed, she felt the phone on the nightstand right next to her bed.

“Haloo.”

“Wulan, I'm on my way to your home now,” Arkan said.

“Mas arkan?”

“Wulan you wait in front, ten more minutes I arrive,” said Arkan.

“Mas, why? Now it's still a clock,” wulan see a digital clock on his phone. “Half two mas,” said Wulan.

“Yes, but I need to talk seriously with you,” said seriously.

“Loh instead of Arkan mas again in Surabaya?” asked Wulan after a little sobering up.

“I just arrived, just now. Now on your way to your home. You're not going forward I'll go into your room!” arkan said seriously.

“OK okay, I'm down now,” said Wulan agreed.

Wulan tried to get up, her head slightly frowned, her stomach was nauseous. But before Arkan barges into his room, he must descend to meet Arkan below.

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TBC…