The Crown that Be snatched

The Crown that Be snatched
Question mother-in-law



This afternoon at a cafe, Vika, Bram and Liza still seem to be sitting together. They still enjoy their food.


"Om, thank you very much, Om, because Om is willing to make sure me and mama go for a walk. I really like to know Om," said Liza while looking at Bram.


Bram nodded.


"Yes. At any time, if Liza wants, Om will ajakin Liza take another walk, ", said Bram on the sidelines of his chewing.


"What's right, Om?" Liza widened her eyes.


"Yes right dong. What the hell didn't make Liza."


Bram and Liza already looked familiar now. Since then, Bram and Liza have been chatting, but Vika does not want to talk to Bram at all. He just let Bram talk to his son.


From this afternoon, Vika only obeyed Liza's wishes. Had there been no Liza, maybe Vika wouldn't have wanted to walk with the man.


Because Vika is now in Jakarta not in Bali. And Rama could have seen their closeness, if Vika and Bram often go together.


"Liza, after this we go home, yes" said Vika on the sidelines of the chew.


Liza looked at her mother. He then shook his head.


"Mama, I don't want to go home yet. I still want to walk with Om Bram," said Liza.


It seems he's still lingering with Bram.


Vika glared at her son.


"Liza, we've been out for a walk. Where else we're going. Poor Om Bram, tired, from this afternoon we are not going to walk," said Vika trying to give understanding to Liza.


"Just like Liza still wants to go for a walk. After this we have to walk again," said Liza who is still insistent on wanting to walk again with Bram.


"Liza.." snapped Vika who made Liza bow down miserably.


"Vika, stop. Follow Liza's wishes. Liza is still looking for a walk. Anyway, when the hell is there a chance for us to walk with your child like this. Kan, mumpung your husband is not at home," said Bram relaxed.


"Bram, I don't like ya, in this way you are. I don't want Bram, my husband sees us walking together. He could misunderstand us."


"Hehe... Vika, relax again. Don't be so tense. Your husband will never see us. He must be busy with his own work. One week not home, maybe Rama is now out of town. Or maybe, he was the same as the affair again," said Bram who made Vika's heart more upset and heated up.


"Bram, watch your mouth Bram. You don't deserve to talk like that, especially in front of my son. No way Mas Rama is with another woman now. If he had another dream woman, I'd know Bram. Because I know my husband inside out."


"Oh yeah? what if Rama had another woman."


Vika is getting upset with Bram. He's very hard to talk to. Vika could only patiently face the rese man.


"Braam. Stoptalking. I believe in my husband. He couldn't have messed with me. During our marriage, my husband never dared to mess with me."


"Yes yes. I trust you the same. But, just let Liza finish her meal first. If it's over, then we go home or take another walk," said Bram as he looked at the little girl next to him sitting still devouring his food.


"Liza, spend Liz. If it's less, then you can add more."


On the sidelines of his chew, Liza simply nodded. While Vika since then still held a growl in the chest.


****


The current time has already shown seven o'clock at night. Tonight Rama arrived at his front yard. Rama parked his car in his garage.


Inside the garage, Vika's car looks still beautifully parked. Rama is convinced that Vika is inside and he's not going anywhere tonight.


Rama got out of his car. He picked up his bag and stepped onto the front porch of his house.


Rama stared at the house he had left for one week. Because for this one week, Rama had to stay at Safia's house the woman he had just married.


"Ma, just be alone. Where are my wife and kids?" rama asked as he approached his mother-in-law.


Rama kissed the back of his mother-in-law's hand. Then she sat down next to her mother-in-law.


Bu Tari looked at Rama sharply.


"You just got home? where have you been this week?" tanya Bu Tari already showed a serious look.


Rama was confused as to what. Impossible right, he was honest if he finished the wedding and spent up to a week at his new wife's house. As much as possible Rama will find the right reason to make his mother-in-law believe.


"I just got home from outside Ma's town, there was a sudden business yesterday."


"Oh. Why didn't you call Vika?"


"This week I'm reviewing my project in the countryside of Ma. So there's rarely a signal there."


"Oh. I see."


"Well, have you eaten?"


"Yet. Mama's waiting for Vika and Liza to come home. Mama doesn't eat without them."


"Lho, Vika and Liza where is Ma?"


"Mama doesn't know where their Ram is. Vika hasn't called home yet. It's been this morning Vika's gone."


"If Liza. She's with Vika too?"


"So early this morning, someone took Vika and Liza home."


Rama was shocked when he heard his mother-in-law's words. Rama thought, if the one who invited Vika this morning was Bram.


"Do you know who picked up Vika?"


"She's Vika's friend like her."


"Male?"


"No. She's lady. Vika went out early in the morning and sent Liza to school. But until now they both haven't come home."


"Oh." Rama can still breathe a sigh of relief with the testimony charged by his mother-in-law.


"Yes Ma. Rama stayed first. Rama's going to the room to take a shower."


"Yes." Yeah."


Rama then left his mother-in-law in the living room. He went to his room upstairs.


Arriving in the room, Rama put his bag on the table. After that he took off his tie and took off his suit.


Rama took the towel. He then walked to the bathroom to clean his sticky body.


A few moments later, Rama came out of the bathroom with just wrapped his towel around his waist. Rama walks into his closet to pick up his clothes instead. After changing clothes, Rama threw his body on the bed.


The roar of the car from the front had been heard to Rama's room. Rama got up from his seat to see whose car was coming.


"It must be Vika" said Rama.


The curious Rama then stepped to the window to see who had come.


"Vika who the hell is it" said Rama while opening the window curtain.