Not Planned Love (R3)
104. WAR II
...104. WAR II'S...
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...“What we have done so far, will be paid cash later.”...
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“The number you are going to cannot be reached. Try---“
The beautiful man who had repeatedly contacted the wife let out a weak sigh. Not once, maybe tens to hundreds of times he contacted his wife. Only the voice of the operator is heard. Though he wanted to hear the voice of the beautiful woman, after one week they did not communicate. However, for no apparent reason, the wife's number was difficult to reach.
“Try phone to home, bang. Once a house person can connect to mbak Kara,” proposed Aroon who is working in front of the notebook.
“Hm.”
Arshad followed his brother's proposal. However, the results came back to nothing. One of the housekeepers who received the call said the woman was not home.
“Still can't, bang?” aroon asked as he glanced at the rolex clock circling his wrist.
“Hm. She's not home.”
“Maybe in the office.”
“Her secretary says she's not in the office.”
“Maybe Kara at her Father's house.”
“Daddy in-laws are overseas. What's my wife doing there?”
Aroon smiled. “Terus, where is dong?”
“If I knew, I wouldn't worry,” concluded Arsyad.
Aroon smiled clumsyly. “Hm, sorry. Aroon can't give you a solution.”
“Hm. Go first, I'll catch up,” Arsyad instructions.
Tonight there will be the inauguration of their college company branch, as well as an engagement event. They have been invited since long ago, therefore it is not ethical if they are not present at the event. For the problem of the seizure of shares of Hitake Wataya company, it is almost close to the word deal. The old man is still determined to defend his decision, but now almost 60% of shares are in the hands of Arsyad.
“We leave together, bang. Not good if each.”
Arsyad agreed. It's free that he keeps contacting his wife if he finds out that she can't be contacted. Arsyad better meet the invitation from their college. The event was held in one of the luxury hotel ballrooms in the Tokyo area.
When they arrived at the venue, the valet officer greeted them kindly. Although the event carries a modern theme, traditional elements are also not eliminated. Seen from some traditional interiors that are still highlighted. Various authentic Japanese food menus are also served to your table guests.
“Wine?” bargain for one of the colleges who was chatting with Arsyad.
“No, thanks.” Arshad answered. He did not drink alcohol, because it was forbidden in his religion.
“You didn't come with wife?”
“No.”
“Isn't your wife Hitake Wataya's grandson?”
“Hm,” Arsyad short answer. The identity of the wife is already known to the public, since they dare to share togetherness in public.
“What is your wife pregnant, therefore can not come?” ask a beautiful oriental-faced woman who joined them.
“No. more precisely not yet,” said Arsyad straightened out.
Talks between them continue, discussing the world of business and daily life. Part of their college is an old acquaintance, when Arsyad was still living in New York. However, as the day wore on, Arsyad decided to return to the hotel without his three minions. Because Aroon, Adam and Agam are still in talks with several colleges.
Arriving at the hotel, Arsyad loosened a tie that felt strangled his neck. The black coat he was wearing was already on the bed. The smartphone again stuck in the ear, hoping if the wife will receive the call. Once, he wanted to hear the voice of the woman.
“Who's there?!” Arsyad turned to the side, alert.
He swiftly lowered his smartphone, and turned his gaze toward the arrival of the sound of knocking clashing with the floor. With a sharpening instinct, Arsyad walked closer to make sure. Is it possible that Hitake Wataya is sending people back?
Alertly Arsyad approached, eroding the distance with a silhouette that was increasingly clearly drawn in the net. A lady. Arsyad can capture the silhouette of a woman using a black dress, with a mermaid model showing the back.
“Who this?!” ask Arsyad firmly.
He doesn't want to play around. Is it possible that this time Hitake Wataya sent a woman to disturb him? If true, then Arsyad did not hesitate to return it. However, the sentence that was about to be voiced as a bluff was again swallowed by Arsyad, as the silhouette of the tension turned around.
“Kara!”
Surprised, sure. Arsyad was certainly surprised to see the wife who was difficult to contact now in front of his own eyes. Standing gracefully, like a beautiful batari can make you forget yourself.
“What are you doing here?” arsyad asked, a little angry. Though he repeatedly warned his wife not to come to this place. But what his wife is doing now.
“Kara just kangen yanda.”
Arsyad looked at the beautiful woman in disbelief. The kangen? Yeah, he feels the same way. But why did his wife come to this.
“With clothes like this?” asked Arsyad, glancing at the appearance of the wife from top to bottom.
“Why? Kara looks beautiful because she wants to meet yanda,” bela the wife.
“Hm. But, your dress is too open.” Arshad, who was standing right in front of his wife, raised his hand. “Starting from the shoulder,” touched the smooth shoulder of the wife who looked exposed.
“Neck, collarbone, arm, and waist,” added Arsyad while touching the dots slowly.
“But, right, beautiful,” the wife's pretext while pursing lips. “This let yanda like loh.”
“I?” the beautiful woman nodded.
“Why with me?”
“Why do you want a surprise for yanda.”
“Surprise by appearing like this?” confused Arsyad. “Show with your favorite cartoon pajamas only, you are still beautiful in my opinion.”
“Yanda uh, that time anyway,” ketus the wife. “The wife is already beautiful this way, the time is not appreciated?”
“For what? One Indonesian also knows you are beautiful. Therefore I want you to look more closed so that only I can see the beauty.”
Kara speechless heard it. She did not come to this place with this kind of makeup. At first he was also wearing quite a covered outfit. However, she was prepared when her husband was on his way home. He also contacted Aroon first, to make sure the husband had returned alone.
Kara appeared in a black dress model mermaid dress that wrapped her proportional body, specifically for the husband. As a form of appreciation for the man. He knows that Arsyad has been working hard for the past week.
“Change now. Are you comfortable using it?” asked Arsyad, while paying attention to the parts of the wife's body exposed. Here and there exposed, what a temptation of faith 🤯
Lying if Kara is not beautiful and charming. His wife looked very seductive, and Arsyad did not want his wife to look like that. More precisely, Arsyad does not accept if the beauty of the wife is divided.
“Not that's what matters now. Guess what a surprise from Kara.”
“What?” confused Arsyad.
“Come guess,” whispered sensual Kara.
Arsyad stared at the wife flat, trying to cover up the exaggerated expression that could have been drawn on her face. If this is the case, the starch will be the tone of the shrimp behind the stone. His wife is clever, she must be hiding something.
“Quick say, and change clothes.”
“No, no, no, before you know surprise from Kara.”
“What's the surprise? Quickly say, my wife.”
Kara who was called so developed a smile. Makes her face glow. He slowly grabbed the husband's right hand. It carried him towards the surface of his flat stomach which was covered by a cloth.
“Say hello to baby.”
“A—pa?” Arsyad asked in disbelief. “K—amu, pregnant?”
Kara nodded along with a smile that re-developed. “When yanda left, she was already here.”
“Justice?”
Arsyad doesn't know what to react to. The feeling is mixed now. Surprised, happy, also in disbelief. How could he not know if the baby they were waiting for had been present there?
And again, what did he do before he left? Make the wife tired and crying? Suddenly the recesses of his heart were struck with anxiety.
“Are you okay? You healthy? You're not exhausted?” rhetorical question.
“Kara was exhausted a week ago. Who is it, remember?” Arsyad nodded innocently like a child admitting his mistake.
“Sorry. I didn't know he was here,” shouts Arsyad while touching his wife's stomach. “D—ia is right in there, ‘kan?” tanyanya, still can't believe it.
“Iya. He's been there since his dad visited a week ago—“
Arshad no longer let his wife speak. He grabbed the wife tightly, then he dropped an old kiss on the forehead of the wife. Really, his heart was wracked with matchless happiness. Making his lips continue to mutter ‘hamdalah’ for what God has entrusted to them at this time.
“You are determined to come here in the condition of ‘dia’ which is still very small? Maybe he's still about the size of a green bean seed. This trip is very dangerous for you.”
Finding the husband who is usually flat and economical to talk, Kara could not help but laugh. Maybe her husband will have an impromptu heart attack if he initially knew he intended to go directly to Japan when she was declared pregnant. However, Kara held her back until the embryo inside her womb was declared fine.
“She was strong, yanda. Proof he could meet his father.”
“Iya. She's strong. Evidently he was present even in the midst of the outbreak of war.” Arsyad smiled as he kissed his wife's forehead. “He was born a star in our lineage, like a guiding star (like a guiding star).”
Arshad never regretted the decision he had taken. The presence of their baby in the wife's womb was a blessing. Even if he was born in the midst of a war breaking out, he was a spirit booster. His presence would mark a new change for many clans. Uniting clans that were initially scattered. Arsyad believed this, because a sleeping flower once reminded him. That there will be one directional pointing star that will be present in their lineage.
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Sukabumi 04/10/21
