Match Again
S2 Episode 31
Raka slammed the steering wheel when she arrived at the shopping center parking lot, her chest rumbled with worry throughout her body, her muscles stiffened not to worry about Zika. The man dressed in a navi-colored shirt rolled up to his elbow and the gray pants clutching his phone in his hand were running fast.
Raka swung a wide step as she entered the mall. Bad thoughts have spread everywhere thinking about Zika, his heart beating. He mislead his family to Dion, in fact the secretary he gave trust was negligent so that made his daughter lost.
When entering the shopping center Raka coincidentally met with Dion who was pacing around looking for the presence of Zika while holding his cellphone.
“Master,” said when meeting with Raka in front of the entrance. He looked down to feel guilty for the old man, because he could not keep Zika. Though previously Raka said not to leave her family no matter what the reason.
“Where is Zika? Has he been found?” raka asked gritting his teeth furiously while his hands clenched firmly ready to blow anyone in front of him.
“Not yet, Mister,” replied Dion looking down feeling guilty. He really felt bad, his breathing suddenly tightened when he saw the anger from Raka's face.
“You are very disappointing!” one blow to Dion's face. Instantly made Dion grimace holding his lips which drained fresh blood. He accepted it with grace, because he deserved the blow.
“Sister, why hit Dion? Whatever the case is, you can't be like this. Violence will not solve the problem,” said Vita who just emerged from the back to break up Raka.
With a breath of breath Raka's eyes flushed red trying to stabilize the overflowing emotions. “Where is Zia now?”
“She is looking for Zika in all rooms.”
“Why did you let him!” raka Scenes echoed to make Vita and Dion the highest rank. After shouting Raka walked leaving the two of them who were looking down.
Raka searches for Zia's whereabouts, fearing that his wife is worried and having an impact on his heart is still not fully recovered. Raka rides the escalator looking for his wife's eyeballs through every corner of the shopping mall.
Looking at the hallway to the toilet he took the initiative to check it out. Raka walked quickly towards there. She heard a woman talking in front of the toilet door. Raka approached the nursing source of the voice.
In a quiet corner of the room, the voice seemed to be the sound of a child crying. When Raka arrived there it turned out that he saw Zika was standing crying busy wiping his tears while in front of him a woman who could not be seen by Raka's face.
When he saw his papa Zika ran over to Raka hugging the calf of the papa.
Elsewhere Zia was walking through the corner of the room. Various stores he entered but did not find the presence of Zika. When he came out of the shop he had just entered Zia met Mama Clarys, no less worried about the middle-aged woman looking very anxious.
“How, Zi?” tanyakanya. Zia shook her head not producing anything. When he was about to open his lips to answer suddenly he saw Raka coming carrying Zika in a sling.
Zia's lips were drawn upwards a tinge of a happy smile etched on her face. Zika is back in good shape in her husband's arms. When his son arrived in front of him he snatched from Raka's hand, moving into his arms. A kiss in a row he landed his son's forehead his eyes peeling all over the body Zika ensure that no one was hurt in the slightest.
“You're all right, baby? Forgive Mommy yes.” He drowned Zika into his chest, while Zika only remained silent according to.
“Where did you find him? Why is she with you?”
“It doesn't matter I find Zika where, most importantly he's back and fine. Now let's go home.” Raka took Zia to guide her to walk forward.
Although there are still many questions Zia chooses to keep walking. But maybe next time he still needs an explanation from Raka. The three of them joined hands down the escalator stairs while Mama Clarys walked behind.
When they arrived downstairs they were greeted by Vita and Dion, with breathless breaths approaching them.
“Zika, are you okay?” vita asked, touching the niece's back. He felt happy because Zika was fine, eliminating the concerns.
My eyes were on Dion holding his cheek. There's a bluish bruise in there. “Dion, you why?” her eyes rubbed the face of her husband's secretary of trust. Dion just looked down not daring to answer.
“She was hit by Raka's sister,” replied Vita quickly. Zia rolled her eyeballs towards Raka.
Without answering Raka walked first without caring about all of them. Then stopped his steps for a moment and glanced back with the tail of his eyes.
“I wait in the car. If you're still standing there until the afternoon I can leave you.” After saying that, Raka continued walking without looking again.
“Go Mistress, I'm fine. I deserve this.” Dion held onto his face which still felt pained.
Zia did not accept this, the disappearance of Zika was not the fault of Dion, but he himself. It is the careless one to take off the hands of Zika to get out of that place. But ... how did her daughter suddenly get to be with Raka?
“Dion, did you find Zika earlier?” his eyes looked at Dion full of question marks.
“No Mistress.” Dion was also confused by Zia's question. He thinks exactly the opposite.
“Already, no need to be questioned again, the most important thing is now that Zika has returned safely. Now you go home, Zia. Raka's been waiting for you, lest he get angry for too long.”
“Good, Ma.” Zia carried Zika away from leaving them.
When Zia is no longer seen Mama Clarys, Vita and Dion stare at each other. They are also confused where Zika came from so suddenly came with Raka.
“Mari, let me drive you home, Non—Marya.” Dion's hand allowed Mama Clarys and Vita to walk first.
It is quite unexpected, the streets that aim to have fun actually turn into dramatic. In between by Dion's mom Clarys and Vita back home.
Arriving at the house Raka took off releasing her watch throwing at the table gratuitously. Zia who was behind him sighed in a deep breath. There are still many questions that pop into his mind.
Zia also stepped on the edge of the bed staring at her husband who was sitting leaning on the sofa.
“You take a shower? Let me prepare the water.” Zia's voice broke the silence in the room.
“No need, I'll take a shower later.” Raka rolled her eyeballs towards the file lying on the table. He looked for it in the office it was here. Raka took the map and opened it.
“Honey,” call Zia and Raka raise their eyes looking at her. “Hemm,” the answer is short while busy reading the file in his hand.
“Are you mad at me?” ask Zia.
“Damn it!” Raka growled slamming the file in her hand onto the table. Subconsciously made Zia flinch in shock and locked her mouth tightly. When Raka consciously saw the expression of the wife's face then cleared her throat.
“Sorry, Zia, I just laughed emotion.” Then he stood up from his position toward Zia. Dunking Zia's face into the chest of her field. .
“I'm not mad at you, how can I be mad at this adorable little wife.” Raka pinched Zia's nose.
Although Zia smiled she was still hesitant, feeling that something else was covered up. Not knowing whether he is too sensitive, or he is too guessing like netizens do not know the continuation has concluded his own perception.
”Other times don't have to go, if it's not the same as me, okay?” Zia nodded.
”Have you eaten?" asked Raka cupped both cheeks Zia. his wife shook quickly followed by a rumbling sound from her stomach. Made a thin smile etched from the lips of the man.
”I want to take a shower first.”
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