Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

The SK Part 42

~Dailybook~

Pras escorts Cyra right in front of the Hotel, where Cyra works. Pras will always wait until Cyra gets into the hotel, only then he returns to do his car.

"Who drove him? seen from his car, he's got people," said George who looked out of the window of his room who could immediately look towards the road.

Pras always dropped Cyra right in the parking lot not far from the hotel lobby door, so that George could see them.

"What's sister? or her lover?" George guessed.

Curious, George immediately exited his room and walked towards the hotel kitchen.

But unfortunately he had to undo his intentions, because his grandfather called him and asked him to go home immediately, George immediately switched, he headed for the hotel officials' special parking lot, and he was in the hotel room, he started his car and drove fast to get there on time.

"What will grandfather talk to me about? is he sick? or did I make a mistake?" George started asking himself a series of questions.

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"Hi! Cyra!" call one of the staff who is older than Cyra.

"Hi! Mba." Cyra waved her hand and they changed clothes, with the oversized uniform of a chef.

Hotel TB makes a special uniform, which according to Cyra is a blend of his favorite color, namely gray.

"Cyras! you know no?! if the color of our uniform, is the favorite color of the woman that Mr George likes?" tanyakanya.

"No, Mba! time to get to it?" Cyra asked back.

"Dad, that's right, I heard it from the seniors here, they used to wear all black, but if it wasn't wrong about five years ago, he said, mr. George asked his grandfather to replace it with a gray color, before he officially served as CEO at this hotel!" her story.

"Really, lucky women, loved so much, by handsome men and also very well established." Cyra felt envious of the woman, without realizing that at this time there was also a handsome and well-established man, Pras.

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George met his grandfather at home, not expecting not only his grandfather who was in a big house with a classic European style.

"Grandfather! what's the matter?" ask George.

"Sit down!" command the man who had started using the cane to help him stand up and walk.

"George! grandpa sure you know each other, grandpa wants you to get to know each other better, by getting engaged and through marriage, we can strengthen the brotherhood, right?" the man threw his gaze towards the burly man and a wife who had a friendly smile.

George was surprised, what he feared happened, betrothed like some of his friends, for a business to stay awake and make the family business more successful.

George clenched his hand, he looked at the young man who had been staring at him as well, the man he never thought he was, one of his family members who was chosen as his future wife.

"Grandfather! I guess, the engagement was too fast, and all these plans I never knew about, so I guess we should talk in person first." George is against this match.

"I'm sorry for the words of my ethical grandson, I hope that our second meeting, has gotten a bright spot for the engagement issue." the man got up from his seat, and shook hands with the burly man.

The burly man threw a smile at George and George returned his smile politely, however good their relationship was, so it was impossible for George to show his disrespect.

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Tiiin Tiiin

The car horn sounded melodious in Lasmi's ear, she very memorized the sound of the horn, Lasmi went out of the room and met the person who brought the car.

"Prass!" Lasmi kissed his eldest son.

"If, Mas Pras who returned home, always get a kiss of Santang from Mother, if I'm boro-boro!" sewot Jasmine while sipping hot chocolate and went into the television room just like that, without welcoming Pras.

"I'll go there first, Mom!" pras and understood by Lasmi.

Pras walked over and approached his youngest brother who was turning on the television and took his cell phone.

"Hmmmm ... start deketin adeknya, if the adek began to sew, then only in fine," said Jasmine while frowning and expanding her nostrils deflated.

Pras immediately embraced his sister while sitting beside her.

"Daddy, if you get angry again, it must be more beautiful, you are so beautiful, you know?" ask Pras.

"Yes! I know!" he answered now while folding both his hands on his chest, showing his growing anger.

"Dek, Mas know, you're just pretending to sulk and get angry, you're Mas's sister, so can't lie." Pras tickled Jasmine, making the angry expression turn into laughter, as indeed Jasmine was just pretending.

After he finished making Jasmine give up, Pras ruffled Jasmine's hair and left her.

"Don't forget! I'm waiting for my niece!" yelled Jasmine who made Pras smile broadly at the words of his youngest sister.

Pras walked towards the room that used to be the basecamp of the three of them.

Pras was looking for something in the room.

"Where is the book, I'm sure, remember Ryan's message, if he keeps a book in this room, a book he wrote for me." Pras continued to unpack some of the books that were still in the cardboard, while reassembling them on the bookshelf.

after a few minutes of searching and unpacking the books, Pras found a black diary, with the inscription 'Cyra for Pras'.

Pras immediately dropped his tears while cleaning the diary book cover.he did not expect, his sister had already prepared his wife for him.

"Whoever is this for you to leave forever?" tanya Pras while reading every book.

Many stories are poured into each of his pages, starting from the first day Cyra came home as his legitimate son-in-law and wife, how Cyra's initial attitude was indifferent to him, and how the, cyra's attitude is often defiant to Mom and Dad, but Cyra seems to love them gradually.

"I'm sure, if you're in good health, you'll never let him be owned by anyone, as much as I feel right now." Pras wiped his tears.

Pras closes Ryan's diary and takes him out of the room.

"You're leaving already?" lasmi asked who saw Pras' eyes wet.

"Dad, Mom, there's work waiting for me, later, I'll stop by again with Cyra." Pras.

"Be careful and stay personal, I'm sure Cyra will love you, because of your personality, and will love you because of your sincerity!" lasmi's words describe him knowing the feelings Pras is feeling right now.

Pras immediately continued his steps, Lasmi could only see the departure of his son.

"Mom knows, Son!" ogre

Lasmi sees Pras entering the room that became a basecamp, his three children when they were teenagers, they grew up together and very affectionate with each other, Jasmine's presence in their midst, making them a figure of a man who is getting stronger in order to protect their younger sister.

Lasmi recalls those wonderful moments, and she begins to be sincere with Ryan's departure.

Lasmi realizes that her sadness will weigh on Ryan, and she is the one Ryan now needs as a sign of his parents' affection.

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