Mother to Young Master

S2-9

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The journey to Wulan's parents' place took almost 3 hours. At noon they just got there. Wulan's parents' house was out of town, making her rarely visit because a doctor's schedule was so congested once.

"Is it far away?" asked Arga as they passed the village border. There was no answer, making Arga glance at the chair next to him.

"He's sleeping, he thinks I'm what driver?" Arga grumbled, but he also could not bear to wake Wulan who was asleep. Last night Wulan was sleep-deprived because El was fussy.

Arga stops his car at a stall, which presents a beautiful view down there. Well they are on a hill, the village of Wulan's birth is at the foot of the mountain.

"Hmmmm.The air here is very cool, although it is daytime but not hot. Far from pollution like Jakarta." Arga spoke to himself, he opened the windshield.

Wulan blinked her eyes, looking around, it turned out that she had been asleep for quite a while. "Why stop here, sir?" tanyanya rubbed her face slowly.

"Have you satisfied with your sleep?" said Arga flat.

"Not yet, but we're almost there." Wulan rubbed her neck.

"Well, you think I'm a driver? I'm tired, get some rest." Arga leaves Wulan in the car.

"Master, wait for me." Wulan followed Arga, not being careful, Wulan almost fell down. Luckily someone helped him.

"Wulan, you're Wulan, right?" ask the guy.

"A Ozy," said Wulan, she recognized him as a friend during her school days.

"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in a long time, I hear you've been successful in the city."

"Hehehe. I only work as a babysitter there." Wulan was humble, in fact it was like that.

"Ehm, we're on our way," Arga's voice made Wulan aware of his whereabouts.

"But, we..." Arga returned to the car after buying two bottles of bottled water and a few snacks.

"Quickly a little, you catfish." Arga slammed the car door, Wulan immediately said goodbye.

"A, Wulan first yes, it has been awaited," he said waving his hand.

Cih, familiar snobs. Who is that guy? Dare to smile handsome pretentious. Hah, what do I care, whatever he wants to do.

"Yes, sir," Wulan sat next to the steering wheel.

Bukkk

Arga threw drinks and snacks at Wulan's lap. "Is this Sir?" Arga just shut up, drove back to his car. Now he's not following the GPS, just relying on a lead from Wulan.

Wulan peeked at the contents of the blue-colored pouch in front of her. There were drinks and some snacks, helping Wulan to stay awake, after all she had to keep an eye on the streets so as not to get lost.

"Front turn left after the intersection. Keep following the road, there is a grocery store we stop there" said Wulan with his mouth did not stop chewing.

"Can you stop chewing, if you're talking," said Arga Ketus.

"Sorry, I just. uhuk uhuk..." Wulan.

"I told you not to eat while talking" Arga helped stroke Wulan's back.

"Master please condition your hands." Wulan who already feels better. Arga immediately withdrew his hand, he cursed his own actions that were out of control.

"What do you want in the grocery store?" Arga pulled the car over.

"Why are we taking the rat road?" Arga still doesn't understand. On the other side of the street there is a wide road.

"According to him, or better wait here." Wulan was about to leave, Arga held her hand.

"I'll take you, as the lady requested." Arga also wants to meet with the Wulan family.

"Wait," Wulan noticed Arga's appearance from head to head.

"Master don't come down here for a second, I'll go back." Wulan headed for the grocery store, back with a black swish pouch. Arga frowned in surprise, maybe he bought something for his mother. Think Arga, who would have thought he bought flip-flops according to size.

"Remove the suit you're wearing," Arga covered her body by crossing her arms.

"What do you want to do? It's in a public place." Arga was increasingly astonished by Wulan who looked at him meaningfully.

"Quickly, our time is not much" said Wulan ketus. He forced Arga to take off the suit, tie and shoes he was wearing.

"Still lacking," Wulan removed the button on Arga's sleeve, and rolled it up to the elbow, exposing his arm muscles. He also ruffled Arga's hair a little. "Well, now wear this."

"What's? why would I wear that? don't want to, wear these shoes enough." Arga does not want to wear the sandal, besides what Wulan means to change the appearance of Arga is also not known.

"You know what I mean." Wulan left Arga just like that. Arga's long steps caught up with Wulan far ahead of him. Do not forget to lock the car and leave it to the grocery store owner.

"Who was that with Wulan? it looks like he's a rich man, judging by the car he's in." whispered a passing mother.

"Even, maybe it's just the driver, it's the boss's car" said another.

"Yes really, anyways know his own Mr. Wulan his person that is, the eyes duitan." The group of mothers were talking about the person who had just left the place.

"Don't tell me Wulan stashes rich om-om." Arga who heard that made him stir emotions.

"Please take care of your words, he's not who you think he is." Arga gave a sharp look at Mother who was filling the red negligee. He went back to following Wulan, while the one being talked about was only indifferent, ignoring the chirping of the people he met.

"Make it, but fierce," muttered one beside him.

Your life is more miserable than I imagined, what else I don't know. You have too many surprises for me.

Up in front of a minimalist house, with paint that has faded. Even so this house is quite well maintained with flower pots lined up neatly near the yard. "Master wait here" Arga said. He's sitting on the porch of Wulan's house.

Just as Wulan was about to knock on the door, her father appeared behind the door. "Still dare you go home? Damn child, why are you coming home?" snapped by the slightly drunk middle-aged man, it was evident from his speech and the smell of alcohol gushing out.

Plakkk

A slap landed on Wulan's cheek, making her blush the finger. "Wulan wants to see Mom," she said slowly, she held her cheek that felt hot.

"Don't expect you to meet your mother, before you give money, hahaha..." Wulan's father grinned, he snatched the tote bag Wulan had brought. And pushing him, Arga immediately caught him.

"Please take care of your attitude, don't be rude to women, let alone your daughter." Arga who had noticed earlier did not stay silent to see Wulan continue to be hurt.

"Heh, who do you dare to defend him?" said cynical.

"I'm Wulan's future husband." Arga said firmly, there was not the slightest doubt in every word he said.

"Haha... Prospective husband said you? What do you have to dare to admit it as a future wife?"

"Father enough, until when will you be like this?" Wulan could no longer hold back her tears. Arga who saw that his heart was like a blade of a knife. The life Wulan went through was very sad.

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