Married To Chef Jutek

Photo shoot (Pov Arjuna)

I think I'm totally crazy. Why is it that every time I'm around him, I even want to always be ...

Uh! What the hell am I thinking? I even kissed her last night, the thing I really wanted to do when I was on stage.

Then, on the way home, the girl fell asleep in the car, her head leaning against the window. I felt sorry, finally I pulled the head and laid it on my shoulder.

What's wrong with my brain? Why the more day he looks the more adorable. As she fell asleep, as I carried her up, watching her eyes closed with heavy breathing, she still looked beautiful.

At first I was just sorry if I had to put her to bed on the sofa, but the more I watched, that tapered face looked so sweet. Why does that skinny body look like a live barbie?Have I completely forgotten Jelita?

Jelita, my beloved calling, until all the families follow me call her that, her real name is Juwita Fransiska Subroto. A girl who is almost impeccable, beautiful, popular and spoiled.

But why is he doing that with me? Betrayed my love. Uh! It's just the past, now there is Melati who has begun to fill the emptiness of the heart. It seems like from this moment on I should be more kind to her.

"Sir, we're here!" Gilsa's voice broke the daydream. We have reached our destination.

I got out of the car after Regi, my personal driver opened the door. Today there was a press conference and a photo shoot.

"Gilsa, you pick me up at 11:00 p.m." I said.

"Sir, isn't the press conference at 13:00 and the shoot is now?"

"Just do it, a photo shoot with him can follow later."

"Good, Sir."

"Make sure she wears the best clothes and makeup. I want to tell the world that she's mine." Gilsa nodded.

We walked into the building. While waiting for him, I did the photo shoot first. Today there is no filming schedule, so I am a bit relaxed.

***

I posed in a lot of style in front of the camera. Wearing a flagship chef's shirt, and holding a plate with Japanese specialties on it. Blitz camera, so blinding to the eye. I hate photo shoots, but I have to do it for work and be professional.

After doing many shots, it was finally finished. I sat on a cream-colored sofa. There were snacks and drinks on the table.

"Gilsa, how's the investigation into Melati's family going?" ask me while flipping through a magazine in hand.

"There's been a report, sir."

"Say."

"They've gone back to Indonesia, and live in an area."

"Which area?"

"Near a beach."

"Continue the investigation, keep sending them money. Don't let them know we kissed their lies."

"Good, Sir."

"Yes, get the girl now. What time is it?"

"It's only 10:25 minutes, sir."

"It's okay, just follow up. Go to the salon first, yeah!"

"Good, Sir. Excuse me first."

I just raised my hand in response. Then Gilsa passed.

***

After 1 hour and 30 minutes, Gilsa came with Melati behind her. She looked perfect, wearing a brown skirt with a rubber waist and a cream-colored simple blouse top. The head is wrapped around the pasmina with the same color, namely the skirt. The girl also wears white sneakers along with a cream-colored lady sling bag.

Her face was sown with a thin powder with peach-colored lipstick. Seemed the cheeks slightly reddish due to the sweep blush on. The girl lowered her head as she stood in front of me. He hid his body behind Gilsa's body.

"Sir, I'm sorry it's been a while" said Gilsa.

I just kept quiet, watching Melati's adorable behavior. After a long time looking at his face. I just answered.

"It's okay, Gilsa." Jasmine followed the direction of Gilsa's body, she continued to hide her face.

"Dark."

"Yes, Sir."

"Sit, here. We'll be shooting soon," ask me.

Gilsa looked back, trying to look at the frightened looking Melati.

"Madam, please sit next to Mr. Arjuna."

Melati looked at me, I smiled. Then with a somewhat stiff body movement he sat at the end of the sofa. I laughed, and Gilsa resigned. I shifted to sit by her side, looking back at her face that kept looking down.

"You're beautiful!" my praise.

If other women would smile shyly, but not with Melati. His face was getting more anxious. His hands are holding each other. I moved my body closer, now that our shoulders are touching. I shook my chin on her shoulder while looking at her.

"Why you?"

"Ti .. It's okay, sir."

His face is turning pale. Looks like the grains of dew point started to be present on his forehead.

Poor thing, okay I gave up. I got a little away from him and the face was a little calmer.

"We're going to shoot. Just relax, don't be nervous. We're gonna wear a couple's shirt."

This girl just nodded.

"Sir, please change your clothes."

Instruction has been delivered, I invite Melati to change clothes. We change clothes in turn. After that we were in the make up again. finished we started shooting. The room is arranged in such a way.

We sat on a couch together, pretending to read a magazine. At the table is neatly arranged, two glasses of tea and bread as sweeteners.

I nodded, while Melati still looked awkward. I did as they asked, but this girl still looked terrified.

'Emm, was I too pushy last night, huh? Until he's scared like this?'

I put down the magazine, leading her right hand to lean on my shoulder. Then pull his chin to look at me.

"Stay like this." He just shut up. I took back the magazine, held it and then turned towards it.

"Smile, I promise to bring you to your family" I whispered.

Melati stared, her eyeballs twitching like they were looking for something in my eyes. That look made my heart stop beating. Then slowly those thin lips revealed a smile. Seeing her smile, I smiled, and...

Snap!

The flashlight caught us both.

***

We were still quiet on our way home. Regi is busy driving and Gilsa is busy with her car. Melati was sitting on the other end, I let her.

"What about your dance practice?" I break the silence.

"I was asked to teach children dance, sir. So I'm now teaching dancing."

"Salsa dance?"

"No, Mister. Jaipong Dance."

"Oh, sounds good. Why don't you teach Salsa dance?"

"I prefer Indonesian culture, sir."

I turned to her, then only replied with a nod and a faint smile. Maybe all this time I was a little pushy, asked him to take a salsa dance course, even though he preferred the culture of Indonesia, the wealth of this country.

I just kept quiet, honestly feeling a little guilty.

***

Arriving at the house almost Magrib, we immediately cleaned ourselves and performed Magrib prayers congregating at the mini mosque on the lower floor. From now on I will try to keep praying here. I want to be a good priest for Melati.

"Dear, how was the show? Aunty saw you on TV during the interview. You guys look good" said Aunt Dinda.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly, Aunt. Thank you," said Melati.

Everyone was eating, but Melati just sat still.

'Is he not hungry?'

"You're not eating?" my many.

"I'm waiting, Sir. Don't I usually eat using your former dinner plate?"

The deg!

I just remembered that rule, I flipped myself. I was too cruel with Melati, it seems.

"Ehhh, from now on. Don't be like that anymore. Eat with your own plate."

"Sir, I'm fine."

I just shut up.

"Sister, why did you cut my pocket money?" Goddess spouting. I stopped eating, then gave it to Melati.

"You're too wasteful."

"Is this .. Melati's order?"

Melati turned to the Goddess.

"I never asked for such a thing, swear to God, Goddess."

The goddess smiled cynically.

"Son, it seems that what Arjuna said was true. We're too wasteful, look at your bag collection is already up," lead Aunt Dinda.

"I'm fine if Kak Arjuna did it himself. But I would be bothered if that girl instigated Brother to reduce our monthly rations."

"Nobody incited me. I asked Gilsa to manage your finances, Melati didn't know how to."

The goddess lowered her head, all this time maybe I was spoiling her too much. I have no other family besides them. Whatever I give them.

"If there's nothing to talk about anymore, I'm going to go upstairs." Then I stood up and left. Maybe Jasmine helps Bunga first clean the table and wash the dishes.

***

The sound of the door opening. Jasmine's figure entered with an anxious face. Maybe he's still scared I'm gonna do something like last night. He sat on the couch and lay there. I who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed watched him, then walked over to him.

"Sir, please don't come any closer!" her door.

"Relax, I won't do anything. Just wanted to talk to you."

Jasmine inched to a seat, she tightened the blanket on her body. He seemed really scared of me doing something. I slowly sat down beside him.

"I want to apologize ...." Melati just keep quiet. "Why recently, I felt something was different with my heart." I'm trying to be honest.

The girl was still silent.

"Can we start from the beginning?" tanyaku carefully.

"I mean, Mister?"

"We .. courtship. Ah ... I mean, establish closeness. Get to know each other."

He looked up, staring in disbelief at what I was saying.