Match Again
S2 Episode 48's
Dion calls some janitors to clean up Raka's messy house. Many glasses were scattered and there was Neona's blood as a result of slashing his own hands dripped there. Some people started to get busy cleaning up while Dion accompanied Zika to play in the living room.
If Raka doesn't know, since two hours ago brought out Zika left on Dion he hasn't come out until now.
"What are you doing? I told you I was okay, dear Papi ...." Zia repeatedly let out a deep sigh as Raka began to possessively examine every point of her limbs.
Now Raka examined the back of staring deeply as if she did not want to be missed in the slightest. "You have forbidden me to call the doctor, so I have to check on you myself. According to!"
Zia glanced lazily exhaling a long breath. Her husband seemed to be looking for an opportunity. Now the burly hand is gradually stroking the hair tucked into the other side of the neck.
"Neona didn't hurt me there, but she just pulled my hair."
"really? Which side? Over here? In here? Here?" Raka grabbed Zia's head. Not to reduce the pain, instead her husband made the hair messy and more painful.
"There's no need to overdo it, Raka. I was just in a little pain, not anymore." Zia tidied up the messy hair of Raka.
"Be quiet, I'll check all your limbs because before I make sure I won't be sure." Raka's hands began to move actively removing the pajama buttons made of satin one by one.
"I mean it, nobody gets hurt even I'm fine now."
"You should be worried about Zika, not me."
Raka covered her mouth with her lips so that she could not speak anymore. "Enough my ladder works, you're quiet enough" he said after ending the friendly link.
And Raka continued to examine Zia's limbs, making sure that none of her skin was scratched.
In the living room, Dion and Zika were painting in a position where they both sat on the floor, while both hands were on the table. Zika is busy coloring on paper with a cartoon. Mama Clarys came wearing white toad pants, and floral clothes while carrying a brown branded bag.
A knock should have echoed, making Dion turn his head and move from his seat, standing up to greet. "Good afternoon, ma'am," welcome her a little bow.
"Dion, how's it going, Zika? And why did all this happen?" ask the woman who is approaching the age of 50.
"Nr ...." Zika ran from behind Dion hugging Claris crouching to make it easier to hug her granddaughter.
"Zika, are you okay, honey?" his tan caressed the hair of his only grandson.
Zika shakes until the hair is straight and the length is also choppy. "So there was aunty Friday, Oma, Zika was afraid," he said trying to tell all of Oma Claris.
"Good pity Oma's granddaughter .. Here, baby." The little girl's body was grabbed by Oma.
After a while her embrace was removed, Claris' mother raised her gaze towards Dion who was standing lowered behind her Zika.
"Dion, how did this happen?" tanyakanya. Quite a short word but include all the questions and make Dion should explain as much detail as possible.
Dion tells all, though not exactly at the beginning. Because only Zia knows. Claris was furious to hear the story of her son's secretary. He did know the Neona family for a long time, they are indeed known as a distinguished and successful family. Although very arrogant they managed to penetrate the international market.
"Hopefully after this it's not complicated." Because Claris knew how hard it was to deal with them. But he was sure, his handsome son to be his pride was definitely able to face Johan.
"Master and Miss are in the room, Madam. It seems Miss needs calm and the Master is calming."
Claris raised her eyebrows. "What pleasure do you mean?"
Dion nodded unwilling to answer. "I don't understand either, Madam."
Then Claris climbed the stairs looking at the situation. Four men were there, busy cleaning up broken glass. Claris exhaled from the mouth the next second shook her head. Neona is a crazy woman.
Mama Claris walked carefully through the shards of a large urn towards Zia's room. Before he saw the state of his daughter-in-law it would not calm down. How could there be such a big mess befall her daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
Claris shook her head after then turned to knock on the door of the room. Long enough the woman stood in front of the brown wooden furniture waiting for the master to open it.
"Where are Raka and Zia? Maybe they're asleep?" guess it. Then look back to look at the people who are cleaning.
"Hey, that, over there. Do not let any glass shards be left behind! because if it's about my grandchildren it could be dangerous." He pointed at the scattered fragments.
"Good Mistress." The young man cleared up even more details.
Not long after the door opened. Claris turned her head and Raka stood in the doorway with the appearance of a navi-colored shirt and trousers looking so shabby.
"Raka, where's Zia? I just saw on national television news that a woman was messing up your house, why is it like this?" dion explained, but Claris still wanted to hear from her own son's lips.
"She's a crazy woman, Ma. She even sent flowers to my mom's house the other day."
Claris smothered her own mouth. "So the flower I thought of from Zia turned out to be from her?" Raka nodded.
"After this you should not leave Zia and Zika at home alone. Or is it better to just stay in your mom's house?"
"No ma." Zia spoke from behind Raka wearing a white kimono towel while wet hair was washed out. Raka slightly tilted her body opening Zia and Mama Claris access to meet.
"I'm okay, Ma. So you don't have to worry."
"No need to worry how? You've just risked your safety and Zika will definitely feel unsafe." Claris was completely astonished that even Zia looked relaxed like nothing had happened earlier.
"That's it. How about from now on hire some male and female servants and mama will also find a nanny to look after Zika. That way you will not be lonely anymore when Raka is not home" suggested mama Claris.
"But Ma-"
"No ... No ... No." Claris swung her index finger preventing Zia from speaking, opposing or resisting. Inevitably he himself will be looking for a service and a nanny. For this he cannot fool around.
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