Mahligai Infidelity

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Early in the morning at four in the morning Wulan woke up from sleep. Nightmares have haunted him for the past few days. In his dream, he kept seeing his grandfather had died coming to him.

Unable to fall back asleep, Wulan decided to leave the room.

New home again, this time it feels really like home. Unlike the villa that was occupied before, this house is more densely packed with goods until it feels warmer.

Wulan walked through a spacious room where most of the furniture was made of wood. It looks very classic plus the aroma of wood, making the house so distinctive.

“Ehmmm,” dehem a man.

Wulan turned to look for the source of the voice which turned out to be Richard's uncle.

“Uncle, has Wulan disturbed uncle?” ask Wulan.

“Ahh, no. Just now uncle heard the sound of footsteps, because uncle used to live alone here, so uncle was a bit panicked, uncle thought there was a thief coming in,” said Richard blakan.

“Sorry Wulan has inconvenienced uncle,” said Wulan.

“No no, you are not at all a hassle. Precisely now uncle is happy, the house is getting crowded. You just continue, uncle will go back to sleep,” said Richard then directly back to his room.

Wulan continued her steps towards the side door, a door made of simple iron trellis. From that door, the view went straight to the basketball court. Wulan also decided to approach the field. Not far from the basketball court, there is a small warehouse and a door.

Wulan walked towards the door that was located beside the warehouse. He wondered what was outside the door.

“Wulan!” call Arkan.

“Mas Arkan? Is it awake this morning?” ask Wulan.

“Dad called me, he told me to get up. Said you need a friend,” said Arkan while yawning, clearly visible if he was still very sleepy.

“I don't need friends, mas back to sleep if still sleepy.”

“Where are you going?” ask Arkan.

“I see there is a door, I want to get out breathing the morning air,” explained Wulan while pointing at the door on his left.

“That's dad's workshop, the park is behind the house,” said Arkan while pointing at a door.

“I'll be out looking look outside,” Wulan said as she walked towards the other door in the back direction.

Arkan looked at Wulan. The woman looked excitedly swinging her steps and opened the back door. After the door opened the wulan even silent, he stood still holding the doorknob staring out and did not dare to step.

Arkan smiled faintly looking at Wulan.

“Not yet five hours, what can you see outside?” muttered.

Wulan closed the door and returned.

“I forgot, it was still dark outside.”

“Ya already, come with me.” Arkan clasped Wulan's hand towards the second floor of the house.

They entered a door located at the end of the room.

“There's something I want to show you,” Arkan said.

“This is whose room is mas?” ask Wulan.

“This is my room,” replied Arkan while opening a box containing his old goods.

“This is a small child's room, this is a mas room as a child right?” ask Wulan in amazement. He combed the wooden shelves where all kinds of toys were displayed.

“Actually I never slept in this room. Since my parents split up, I went to school for a few years in Germany. At that time, my mother was desperate because she separated from my father. Mama took me with her. I don't know, it turns out that my father brought my childhood goods with him and made this room,” explained Arkan.

“Oh yes, dad decorates it exactly the same as my room used to be. So my room is small exactly like this,” continued Arkan.

“Since when did mas return in Indonesia?” ask Wulan.

“Since mama in persuaded to be the head of the factory. At that time my grandfather was sick, I was sitting in the 2nd grade high school bench at that time,” he replied.

“This is sitting down, take a look at this,” inviteArkan, he showed an old photo album to Wulan.

“This?” Wulan received the album from Arkan's hands then sat on a wooden chair beside Arkan.

“Moment on the company's 7th birthday, I accidentally found this photo album in my closet,” Arkan said.

“This is grandpa, right? And this must be Alan's grandfather,” Wulan persuaded two parents who shook hands on the first page of the photo album. A Viennese inscription Graha 7 years into the background of the two parents.

Wulan shifted again the next page.

“This, this is my mama and papa, They were also present at that time,” Wulan smiled happily at the two figures he always remembered only through a few photos of them.

“Not just your mama and papa, did you see this little girl? I believe this girl is you,” Arkan said as he pointed at the little girl in red.

“Yes it was me mas,” Wulan eyes then fixed on the little boy beside her. “This who?” ask Wulan.

“That's me,” replied Arkan.

“Haha, mas very funny.”

“You see, every time you're there, there's me. I always follow you wherever you are,” Arkan opens again the following sheet where he and Wulan are playing.

“And this, I was hugging you, you were so adorable as a child,” Arkan said.

“At that time you were four years old, I was seven. You like to call me aka, remember?” ask Arkan.

Wulan shook her head. He is still focusing on some of the other photos on the next page of the album.

Arkan leaned his body against the backrest behind him. “I just realized now, since childhood I've liked you so much. No wonder when I saw you wearing a white dress to the altar my heart was not willing. Brian doesn't deserve to marry you. After seeing this album I just remembered, Wulan the little girl in two pigtails is you. A very cheerful and smiling little girl. The most beautiful little girl I've ever met,”

Hearing Arkan Wulan's words bowed languidly. He realized how happy and cheerful he was. At that time all the things he loved were still with him. Since when has Wulan become more closed? Since the death of both parents. He never laughed again.

“What's up? ask Arkan.

“What is it because I showed you this photo?” ask Arkan.

“It's a good step if both my parents are still alive, maybe this won't happen. Grandpa won't disappear. I will not be like this,” said Wulan.

“Wulan, hey. See me.” Arkan pulled Wulan's face to stare at him. “There was me, now you don't have to worry anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you.”

“Mas, think of the future mas. I'm your cousin Brian's wife. Our relationship is not Logic mas,” said Wulan.

“What is not logical is if you still want to survive with your husband when it has been treated like this!” Arkan looked seriously at Wulan's face.

“I'll sue for divorce from Brian,” said Wulan full diligence.

“Then I will wait for you.”

“Mas, after divorce I will become a widow. Life is too precious for a widow like me. And I am the widow of your cousin. What do people say later?!”

“Still have to think about people? Why not ask your heart first. Do you keep making me hope? I really like you.”

“What I love about myself. I have no advantage whatsoever. And I'm a widow, I'm not as sexy as the girl out there. I'm not pretty. I'm I—”

Wulan was silent, just then Arkan stuffed his mouth with a kiss that arrived. His eyes were wide in shock. His head kept retreating until it leaned against the wall behind him.

“Mas, our relationship can not get to this stage, we have not been who.” Wulan tried to avoid the kiss. His face was red with embarrassment.

“That time you kissed me first, why now need stages?”

“When did I kiss you first mas?” ask Wulan shame.

“You forgot? In Brian's room, you attacked me first. You are very ber—”

“That's because I cried, I didn't. I'm going to go to the back garden. Brain mas must be again error,” cut Wulan. Ashamed of his face getting redder, he finally walked out of the room.

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TBC…