
Coming home from the office, I intend to meet Puja to her house. Following Farhan's words, where I told Puja to look after mom.
The address I went to was like the paper Farhan gave me.
The atmosphere in Puja's house seemed, making me try to take care of myself.
Gts …. Gts ….
Several times I threw a knock on Puja's door, hoping that she would open the door immediately.
Chequek.
"Ricky."
The girl I never liked, now lowered her face.
"Glorious, can you see my mother?"
Puja slowly stared at my face, both eyes sparkling, making me try to lower my gaze.
"It's not that you don't like it when I see your mother!" Answers that make me try to make a sense of ego to be able to awaken the mother, the choice that prefers Puja.
"Eee, I changed my mind. I keep calling your name, I think I really need you. "
I don't know if what I'm doing is gonna work or not.
"In that case, I'll be ready first."
Exhaling, the girl entered the house.
"Ricky."
"Yes." Yeah."
Puja came again, where he said, "let's go in. "
"Who is your home?"
"No one, just me!"
"I'll just wait for you outside the house."
"why? Just come in, no papa. "
"No need. "
Suddenly Puja pulled my hand, to enter the house made me try to avoid.
"Let me outside." I was in front of Puja.
"All right then. "
I can't go into his house, where no one's in his house. Afraid that later it will become slander.
Staring at the watch, already at five in the afternoon, Puja had not yet returned home, making me rub the rough face.
"why has he been out for so long, he wants another magrib. "
Fifteen minutes waiting, Puja finally came out of the house, he smiled at me and said, "Riki, sorry for so long, I took a shower. "
Fragrance oil is so pungent, piercing the nose makes me try to resist the smell of freshness from Puja's body.
"Yes, let's go in. "
"Yes." Yeah."
Puja got into the car, where I said, "After. "
"Well, not in front is empty. "
"I told you to sit in the back."
The tone of speech I aired with a thin tone, so that Puja did not expect more.
The engine starts to ignite, where I run the car at high speed. To get home quickly.
I thought if the adzan magrib was still a long time, stopping the car in front of the mosque.
"Well, I want to pray magrib first. "
"Oh yeah, Riki, I'm just here, because again a hitch. "
"Mm, yes I lived first. "
I started putting the cell phone down, closing the car door. Now I step foot on the mosque to perform prayer.
After the prayer, I opened the car door, saw Puja holding my phone.
"Riki, it's done. "
He's giving me the phone now, "Your wife called.
"What's he saying?" I asked still with a tinge.
"She asked you, I answered you again!"
Unconvincing answer for me.
"Is that all?" my question is firm, it looks if Puja turns her eyeballs. With my upper lip flattened, it made me a little afraid that Puja would say something strange to my wife.
I just shut up, start the car engine to get home.
In every trip we went through, there were no conversations or stories, I was deliberately silent. Listening to the headset, stay away from conversations that will actually make me tempted.
Although sometimes I see Puja on the windshield, it is like asking me to chat.
Seen from the look of his eyes that look angry, because every time I ask never answer.
When we got home, I got out of the car, let Puja down alone.
"Riki, wait. "
Walking without listening to the girl's cry, until I was shocked, Puja embraced my arm.
"Let us go into the house. "
Releasing Puja's hand, made me glare at her.
Until the door opened, my wife looked exhausted, her body was covered in sweat.
"Mas."
Sari kissed the back of the hand, where I kissed her forehead, "You're so tired. "
"Sorry mas, you came I actually have not taken a bath, took care of the house and cooked for dinner. "
I understand everything my wife does, because the house I'm stepping into right now is so fragrant, clean and tidy.
"Nothing what."
Puja is now thrusting her hand at my wife, "How are you, Sari. "
When Sari began to shake Puja's hand, the girl suddenly threw her own hand, "Dirty. "
Sari lowered her face," Sari, you better take a shower first. Let me make my own coffee. "
"Not good. "
"No papa, let's go there. Let me see you more beautiful. "
Sari smiled as I teased her, where she stepped foot out from before me. While Puja who was beside me now said slowly, "Did beautiful from where rich hick. "
I tried to hold back my emotions, so as not to scold her. " Puja, not because I brought you here, you can call my wife. I heard what you said earlier, so don't be so clean."
Puja remained silent, until mother's screams were heard. The girl ran over to my mother, made me smile and said, "It looks like everything will start today. "
Brewing coffee, now I smell the fragrance I always craved, "mas. Here, let Sari make coffee. "
Sari looks even more beautiful, making me hug her from behind, "you're beautiful, baby. "
"Mas, here. Shame to have guests. "
"Just let's. "
"Mas, it's not yesterday that I didn't like to see Puja in this house, but now I'm bringing Puja. "
"Let's go tomorrow mas, story. "
"Kok, tomorrow. Just be curious."
I turned my wife's body over, making us both face to face.
I slowly pressed these lips together, until. " ooo, huuk. "
Dodging, Puja arrived just to surprise us both. " Shy. "
"Sari, I want warm tea you make dong. "
Puja so relaxed he told my wife, "ahk, yes. "
But I immediately held Sari's hand, making Sari look at me with a look of wonder.
"Mas."
I approached Puja, "why don't you just make me tea, surely he is happy and praise you. "
"Ahk, yes. You're happier for me than your wife. "
Puja's words have never changed, always upset me.
The girl rushed, making tea, where the mother shouted to call Puja by name.
"Pu-ja."
Not finished making tea, Puja ran to my mother, "yes ma'am. "
He looked at us both.
"Mas."
"Have you shut up, we see he will not be at home with mother after knowing mother like now. "
" So you deliberately went to Puja, just wanted to."
I shut my wife's mouth with a kiss*n.