Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

The SK Part 16

~Kejutan~

The distance between Australia and Indonesia is 3,457 km, 2,148 miles, 1,867 nautical miles. The distance calculated between the geographical centers of Australia and Indonesia. Travel time between Australia and Indonesia by plane, approximately eight hours flight.

Pras sits side by side with Jessica, they are going to Indonesia both, Pras needs Jessica to open a head office for his furniture company, Pras deliberately invites Jessica because, he will be busy with the wedding, Pras needs Jessica to open a head office for his furniture company, he quickly opened his office and recruited workers to help him there.

"I trust you, set up my new company, show you your performance, and I'll proudly introduce you to my family later" he said.

Jessica accepted the offer and invitation of Pras to fly and settle down while in Jakarta, to build a new business that will become their business headquarters, not just because of business, he said, but he wanted to get to know the Pras family, he wanted his little hope to turn into a big hope.

Pras' family no one knew that he would be home so soon, four days Pras was in Australia and in the afternoon he flew straight to Jakarta with Jessica.

"I've prepared a hotel for you to stay, I make sure it's comfortable for you and you'll love the view from there" Pras has prepared everything for Jessica, the man who is alert and can go early is also one that makes Jessica love him very much.

"Thank you, you can always count on me" Jessica said and began to close her eyes.

Jessica closed her eyes not to sleep, but to not continue their conversation, Jessica would be even more hurt when Pras always looked at her deeply but did not understand her feelings at all.

In the early hours of the morning, the plane landed at Soekarno-Hatta airport, Pras woke Jessica up and they were preparing to get off the plane they were boarding.

Jessica had just set foot in Indonesia for the first time, because she always did not have time for a walk or just a short vacation, she had to continue to fight for her hiudp security.

"This, your country?" tanyakanya.

"True, This is Indonesia, maybe, you used to only be able to see it through television broadcasts, now, welcome to Indonesia." Pras welcomes Jessica even though they come together.

Pras escorts Jessica to the hotel where she is staying, Pras can't wait to get to her house to meet her family and also Cyra the woman he has missed.

"We have arrived, come inside, I have registered your name, I cannot take you in, I must go home immediately, until the day after tomorrow." Pras closed the glass of the taxi car and Jessica could only see him leaving, Jessica stepped into the hotel with a hollow heart, her hopes were high in order to achieve her wishes while in Indonesia.

*****

Pras arrived at the home of his parents, the guards who saw him immediately opened the door and welcomed the arrival of Pras who was so sudden, unlike usual pras home in the early hours and did not tell his family.

"Healthy Sir?" ask him to the two guards who were on guard.

"Well Den, Den tumben kok came home suddenly?" ask him while opening the gate.

"Dad sir, would you like a surprise for Mom and Dad." Pras passed.

Pras went into his house and it was all dark, everyone was fast asleep and he went into his room to rest.

"Morrow they will be surprised to see me at home" Pras said as he lay down his body and fell asleep.

*****

Pras peeked from inside his room, he stood behind the door that opened a little, Pras noticed his family who had already woken up and started working on their daily activities, but unfortunately Cyra was nowhere to be seen.

"Is he still sleeping? But according to Ryan's story, Cyra would wake up at dawn and make them all breakfast, would she lock herself up again?" Pras wonders.

Pras closes his bedroom door and prepares to exit the room surprising all his family members, Pras takes the parcel he brought as a gift, he takes one box and notices it.

"May you like my gift of choice for you!" gumampras cradled his box and put it back in the parcel.

Pras opened the door slowly and he was ready to leave his room, he stepped up and saw that all the family members were already sitting on their benches, except for Cyra who he still had not seen.

"Good morning everyone" he said when he reached the dining room.

Lasmi turned her head and she was surprised that her original son was already at her house.

"Pras, it's serious you're home, right? It's not a dream, is it?" Lasmi touches his cheek in disbelief and Pras nods.

Lasmi, who was happy to see her son at home, was immediately aghast from his stool and hugged and kissed Pras' cheeks alternately.

"Yes, my God, son, I'm so glad you're home." Lasmi looked at Pras lekat, full of longing.

"Why don't you tell us, so that Father and Mother can pick you up." Bayu moved and hugged Pras.

"I want to surprise you all" Pras spoke as his eyes searched for something.

"Mba Cyra is still in the kitchen, quiet these two days she is busy trying new types of dishes every time she has breakfast."Jasmine who knows her sister's guts.

Pras can no longer hide his love for Cyra in front of his family, Pras can no longer pretend this time., the hue of his face can not be hidden all already know the level of his love for Cyra.

"He was diligent once, every day was up at four in the morning, and made a menu of dishes for us, I don't know what's going on." Lasmi sat down.

"Mba Cyra even bought her own ingredients, maybe she's preparing to become a better wife again, it looks like I have to learn too." Jasmine pleasing.

"Auuuw," cried Jasmin and stroked his head.

Pras hit Jasmine's head with a spoon on her head, she hit her little sister's head, although she knew the punch was not hard but still Jasmine groaned in pain for attention.

"It's really bad, anyway, Mas Pras should take me for a walk to find food, oh yes Mas, what is in the paper bag?" jasmine asked as she glanced at the place where the parcel was stored.

"Later Mas, will tell you, now you better shut up," pinta Pras while rubbing his sister's head.

Pras was very happy to do mischief to Jasmine, even when little Jasmin was often made a toy by him and also Ryan, a memory that was still attached to Pras' memory, a memory that he could not forget, beautiful and at that time ryan was not too severe pain so they could still play together.