Not Planned Love (R3)

. 73. Go home without a pump

📚. 73. Go home without a pump

"Different does not mean unequal, for the same thing must have been different." - Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi

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Fragrant aroma of the best quality aolong tea, will sting more when brewed in a good and correct manner. All quality ingredients, will produce high-quality food if processed correctly. Japanese people are usually very concerned about the processed cuisine that will be served to all family members.

Traditionally, a head of the family will always be given more privileges. It is also still in the high jungjung in the Wataya family customs. A head of the family will sit in the main dining chair, using the best ceramic coating with cutlery that is usually made with certain characteristics.

Every processing that goes into the main kitchen is also very in note. The kitchen responsibility is given to a woman named Masayuta Kirae - or commonly called Nanny Masayu by Kara.

The middle-aged woman was entrusted to be in control of the needs of the kitchen and its intricacies by Hatake Wataya. The woman has also served the Wataya family from her ancestors. His family is indeed a family that has been hereditary to be a loyal servant in the Wataya residence.

Nanny Masayu, formerly also a caregiver of Kara-Theresia Kim's mother. Therefore, Kara is quite memorized and close to the Masayu Sananny.

At this time, the old woman wearing traditional Japanese clothes dark, seemed to be staring at two lovebirds in front of her. His old manic seemed to examine and assess the kelayakan among them. He already knows the facts about Hatake Wataya's only grandson who has married young.

Therefore, when he could see it directly, he tried to assess the match of the case. The two lovebirds seemed to be enjoying their breakfast in the morning. To be more precise, the young lady was the one who enjoyed her breakfast more.

The beautiful girl was pressed under her knees in the calm green, looking so much to enjoy her food. Although he had some difficulty enjoying the side dish on his plate. So painstakingly, the husband sitting beside her, helped her to set aside the thorns of the fish she was enjoying. The beautiful man was also painstakingly peeling the grilled shrimp that still remained his tail.

"Happy?"

"Yes. You want to eat again?" The beautiful man shook his head, then kept the chopsticks he used on a bowl of rice.

"Nanny, we're done eating." Kara told me.

"Ah, of course young lady." The old woman smiled kindly.

"Please enjoy the sweet snack. The snack is the favorite snack of the young lady's grandmother."

Kara manut-manut, when a waiter changed the menu on the mother's table where she ate. Cute little cakes, now decorate the round table. There are fresh pieces of fruit also in a ceramic bowl.

"Kara wants some fruit. Yanda wants to too?"

"Hm, I can."

The beautiful girl thrust out a bamboo puncture spoon that was used to prick pieces of fresh fruits. Especially the red fruit pieces that make the hazel bead was moved to try it.

"What's this?" Ask Kara.

"That's, Densuke's watermelon." Nanny Masyu. "Sweet tasting. Miss can try it."

Kara nodded, then tried the pieces of red fruit that turned out to be the Densuke watermelon. Densuke watermelon is one type of fantastic value fruit that can rarely be enjoyed by ordinary people.

Densuke watermelon is considered the most expensive watermelon in the world and costs an average of at least US$ 250 to US$ 6,000 (equivalent to Rp85-million). The high price reflects how farmers allocate the amount of time to care for during their special cultivation process.

This Japanese watermelon only grows on the northern island of Hokkaido. Its taste is unmatched, with a very different and much higher sweetness of 180 brix, characterized by a very red and crunchy color with very few seeds.

"Yanda?"

"Hm. What's up?" Ask Arsyad.

They had just finished enjoying breakfast plus with pieces of fruit as dessert. Today is their third day in the land of Sakura. Although it was only three days, Kara personally did not feel at home immediately returned to Indonesia.

"Yanda, Kara wants to go home."

"Yes. Relax, we'll wait for your grandfather to give you permission."

"Why wait? Grandpa won't give Kara permission to go home." I am angry at that beautiful girl.

"At least, we're saying goodbye. We come well, we must go home the same way."

"Yes. It happens to good people. Kara's grandfather wasn't a good man. He's a bad guy. Where can Kara go home."

Arsyad chuckled little to see the expression of his wife. His wife was already whining to go home. But, they have not been able to go home without the permission of Hatake Wataya. This place is heavily guarded. How did they get away without permission?

"The wean must be angry." Kara Lirih. "Kara don't know ginama worry papih now. Papih always tried hard to hide Kara from grandfather."

Arsyad looked at his wife. Both of his hands were silent. He grabbed both palms of the wife, to be carried into his grasp.

"Silent. About your papih, let me take care. Okay?"

Kara nodded. In the next instant, the girl's tiny body splashed into Arsyad's arms. "Kara wants to go home yanda...."

Arsyad swiftly held the weight of his body and his wife, so as not to fall. His beautiful wife hugged him tightly, sobbing little.

"Shhhhh.. don't cry. We're going home now."

"You're not lying, are you?" Ask Kara to make sure.

"You can punish this, if I lie. Your content." Appoint Arsyad on his own lips. "How's it?"

Kara did not answer. The beautiful girl even more submerged herself into the chest of the field of the husband. Find the best position there.

"Very well, if you're lying. Just law."

Arsyad smiled faintly hearing that. "By pleasure."

"Then, get ready. We'll be home soon." Said Arsyad while loosening their embrace.

"It's all done. We're going home."

"good. Then, now we're saying goodbye." Said Arsyad, while holding his wife.

The two walked together along the shiny wood-covered street, to the place where Hatake Wataya was.

"Sorry miss, you are forbidden to enter." A kobun, standing guard at the door.

"Side, Kara wants to see Grandpa."

"Sorry, miss. The lord is receiving a guest of honor."

The hazel cute girl clucked dislikes. "Yes, Kara just say hello to grandfather. Kara's just like husband going home." Disconnecting.

"What's wrong?" Ask Arsyad.

"Not allowed in. He said grandpa had a guest. Yes, Kara put the same greeting saying she wants to go home." The beautiful girl was honest.

"Yep, yanda. We're home." Take Kara, holding the husband's arm.

"But we don't have to"

"Necessary. Let's just go home. Come on." Invite Kara, while leading the husband to stay away from the place.

The two of them actually left without saying goodbye first. As a result, when they arrived at the main gate they were stopped directly by Enzo.

"Where's the young lady going?" Enzo asked, through the slit of the car door glass that was opened a little.

"home." Answer Kara briefly.

"Have permission?"

"It."

"What does the master allow?"

"Yes dong. If not, where can Kara go."

Arsyad, who heard his wife lying, glanced at her through the tail of his eyes. Kara, who is aware of this, can only smile thinly as a sign to be ready to accept the consequences later.

"Open gate. Kara wants to go home."

"But ladies"

"No opening? Kara wants to go home!" Ketus the beautiful girl.

"good. If you've allowed it."

Kara did contact the former private driver of the mother who is domiciled in Osaka. So he was not too surprised when he came out earlier, there was already a black red car parked sweetly waiting for them.

"Road sir." Kara said.

The driver nodded, then returned to advance the four-wheeled vehicle when the gate began to open. Just as they were about to pass through the gate, a group of camouflaged kobuns came chasing the car they were riding in.

"Combake sir. We're going straight to the airport." Kara's Word.

"Good." Answer the man behind the steering wheel.

"What's wrong?"

"We followed. I think Grandpa just realized that we're really leaving." Kara said, getting nervous.

Arsyad glanced at his wife, then brought the tiny body into his arms. "Silent. We can definitely go home safely."

"Hopefully." Kara Prayer.

All the actions of Arsyad and Kara certainly did not escape the man's observation behind the steering wheel. While driving the four-wheeled vehicle quickly, he occasionally glanced at the situation outside. Sure enough, there were two sedans following them.

"Hand." Declared.

"What?" Confused Kara.

"Hand!" Tell the driver.

Not yet Kara again asked, the speed of the vehicle they were riding has increased. Fortunately, Arsyad deftly hold, while holding the wife's body so as not to be stuck on the hood of the car or the body of another car. They are now being pursued by Kara's grandfather's men.

"Yanda.... Kara's scared.." Kara's great-grandson was scared.

"Silent. There's me here. You need to stay calm." Arsyad said soothingly.

"K-ara's afraid....."

"Relax, there I am. You have to fight your fears." Arsyad said there is no stopping.

The car they were riding in was fast. Sneaking here and there, occasionally making maneuvers that make the heart beat unkillful. Both can only pray.

"We're up."

Kara jumped in shock while opening her eyes reflexively. "A-pa? Are we there yet?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer the driver. "Are you safe?" Ask again, looking back.

"Om Star?" Kaget Arsyad, when he saw the familiar figure behind the steering wheel is his Om.

"Hello, my student." Greet the man in formal uniform.

"Why can it be here?"

The beautiful man chuckled small. "For the hide-and-seek." Answer lightly.

"Yuk out. The plane that will take you home, is waiting." Said the man, smiling faintly.

He knew Arsyad was going to be in his presence. Even with Kara who might be curious about her identity now. He just smiled faintly in response to all that.

"Let's be told right on the plane." Its effects.

Arsyad nodded, then got out of the car. He went around the car, opening the door for his wife.

"You know the driver?"

"That's me. Father's brother." Kara nodded in understanding.

"Come on." Bring Gemintang.

Yep, the driver was Gemintang Reynando Pradipta aka G2, if in the world of intelligence. Despite early retirement, Gemintang remains freelance intelligence that at any time its performance can be needed.

"They've been waiting." Said Gemintang, while walking first.

"They?" Confused Arsyad.

"White?!" Pekik Kara's. "It's papy, right?" Show Kara.

Both have arrived at Osaka International Airport, Itami International Airport. More precisely, they are in a special hangar of non-commercial aircraft. In a sense, this hangman is specifically for private aircraft when in transit or indeed landing.

"White?" Call Kara enthusiastic.

The tall, strapping man who was called crazy rich surabayan seemed to walk straight, leading to Arsyad. His face was unreadable. The white shirt he wore was rolled up to the elbow, exposing his stocky arms workouts that he routinely did.

"Flum, Kara kangen-"

BUGH!

"Yanda?!" Kara Kaget.

BUGH!

"Name*t?!" Tyoga.

"Y-you." Shok Kara, when for the second time he saw the husband was hit by the father.

Her husband's body bounced a few meters, so he was not ready to receive the blow.

"How dare you put my daughter's life at risk!" Tyoga pulls Arsyad's collar.

The middle-aged man's face seemed to be holding back anger. Kara who was shocked certainly immediately broke up, after being aware of her shock. But, baby, his father seemed to care for himself. As for the Gemintang, the man just stood up while holding his chest. Watching the first exam for the prospective official student. He has no right to interfere.

"Ohuk... uhuk...."

"Currently, I'm feeling fluent. Poor yanda.." pinta Kara with a small sob.

"Basic boy. Your genius brain is used to think logically, don't be rash. I trust my daughter, not for you to take her to the abyss that puts her life at risk." Said Tyoga wrathfully, while releasing his rough grip.

"Have a ghost can't be sandeled." Dengus.

"Uhuk... uhuk..." said Arsyad, the man tried to stand up with Kara's help.

"Don't talk much. I still get angry every time I see your face. My daughter is fine." Sergey Tyoga.

"Come on Kara."

"No-no, Kara wants yanda..."

"Kara, come!" Tyoga's absolute precept.

"No pih. Kara-"

"Atmariani Karamina Adriani?!" Snapped Tyoga, while pulling the princess. Carrying the princess' tiny body forcibly in his arms, away from Arsyad.

"Ohuk... Kara's...."

"Yanda..hiks...yanda please...."

"Kara.." said Arsyad, although he could not reach the wife who had been brought into a plane by Tyoga.

"Roof. Your in-laws are really violent, Syad." Lirih Gemintang, while petrifying the nephew stood up.

"Blows strong. Maybe because he's a hard worker. Denger-denger, your in-laws are former MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) boxers." The Gemintang said, while holding the Arsyad to enter the same plane as Kara entered earlier.

Arsyad did not focus too much on listening to the words of Gemintang. His mind was instead grand to wander, thinking hard in order to find the most appropriate way to deal with the wrath of the in-laws.

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TB

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