The Love of Kalila

Awakened 2

Unknowingly, the two of them had spent the entire night and forgotten the sunset in enjoyment. Now the two are in the middle seat of the car, hugging like a couple who are in a drunken romance.

Lila sank her face into Marcel's muscular chest, and she was hugged by one of Marcel's hands that had gently stroked his uncoated back.

"Ask what you want to ask. There's nothing I'm gonna cover. I will answer honestly whatever it is. Don't listen to anyone else. They don't know anything about me including your cousin." 

Long enough for Lila to say a word out of hesitation. He still set his heart so that Marcel would not be offended by his question. Because at this time he felt comfortable being held and gently hugged by Marcel.

"Ehem, back again at the Mata Kalila event, this time my source is a successful and mysterious young entrepreneur," Lila opened their conversation in style as if she was Najwa Shihab hosting the show. That further added an impression of anxiety to Lila.

"There's a story behind naming your hotel? THE M2M? Was it inspired by your dearest mistress?" Finally Lila ventured to ask a question that stuck her heart.

Not immediately replied, Marcel actually tightened his embrace and made Lila squashed and tight.

"Well, since Kalila is very curious about Martha, I will answer honestly."

Deg deg, the sound of Lila's heartbeat felt onto Marcel's skin. It seemed that the woman was afraid that Marcel's answer would disappoint her and instead backfire on Lila.

"Me and Martha have no special relationship. It is all based on symbiotic relationship. Knows you? Equally mutually beneficial."

"Like?"

"His family in Bali was poor, and he worked his way to Batam. At first he tricked his acquaintances so he could get here and work in a brothel. I kept seeing him, telling him about it. Until finally formed a relationship that helps each other. He needs money, and I need s**s. I'm a married man, after all."

"Then, wife? Why are you with someone else if there is him."

"He left me."

The sentence shocked Lila to the point of making her mouth open wide. A sign of disbelief that his wife left this handsome and rich man.

"He went with the person he loved when we were just married one month." Marcel looked at Lila who was still gaping. He slowly clenched her lips while smiling. "So it's not that I'm cheating on Martha that's why she's gone, but she's the one who left me."

Lila looked at Marcel with pity before finally Marcel's big hand landed onto Lila's eel. "No, no, don't feel sorry for me. Because it's good that he's gone, so I can see you now." Marcel Goda.

Answers like this make Lila feel unsettled, because there is hope in it.

"Can a handsome gini guy be left behind? How beautiful was she to that extent? What's the prettier side?" ask Lila in astonishment.

Marcel chuckled softly. Swiped Lila's head, and kissed the woman's forehead.

"Hm, she's the prettiest woman I've met in my life."

Marcel's answer upset Lila. Quickly he pushed Marcel's body from nearby. And turned his eyes to the car window.

"I'm speaking honestly, because the truth is so." said Marcel re-embraced Lila. "And his affair, hm, I think I'm way above him."

"Snurvy!" lila's eyes looked like they said so. But his lips could not say it.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" asked Marcel who was tired enough to remember his past.

"I know what it's like to be left behind by the people we love. So ill. Not even a death wish is enough." wipe Lila on Marcel's head. Instead of being angry, Marcel actually received the treatment with a spacious chest. Until Lila finally let go of her embrace.

"Already, already. Put your clothes on! Let's go home."

Lila according. He who was satisfied because of his confused thoughts about Marcel finally found the answer. Although there is still much he wants to ask, but enough until there before Marcel changed his mind and became savage again because of anger.

Just finished getting ready, hape Marcel rang. His deaf voice shocked both of them including Lila who was still about to wear her clothes.

On the screen hp, it appears the writing 'mama'. Quickly Marcel answered his mother's call.

"Hello. Very long." said his mother who sounded faintly Lila.

"What's up, ma?" ask Marcel lazily.

"Mama at Asix's restaurant, want to go to your room but it looks like you changed the password. So, come here soon." ordered her mother gently.

"Ih, no ah. I'm tired. Part of why mama's here doesn't say." joked Marcel.

Marcel's slightly raised voice made Lila astonished. Is it true to his mother like that? Inner Lila. Then Lila, who felt an irony above all else, pinched Marcel's stomach hard so that the man knew that he should not talk rudely to the old man. But Marcel didn't seem to understand and was only meant to question what Lila had done just now.

"Well, you want to give a surprise to your new birthday boy."

"There is no surprise. Ma, I'm 30. Don't make me look like a little kid." pinta Marcel was disinclined at Lila beside him.

"Whatever you are, in your mama's eyes you are still a child, baby. So come here dong.." said his mother with a pretentious voice pretentious cute for the sake of seducing the son. It made a small laugh at Lila.

"Ih, unclean mama don't do that ah. No pantes!!" yell Marcel again.

Impatiently, Lila again pinched Marcel's stomach until he squealed in pain.

"Aw, what's wrong?"

"Can't talk to your parents! Not polite."

"But...."

Although Lila's voice whispered softly, but it seemed that the one behind the call heard it.

"Honey, you have to come now, mama does not bring cash, your credit card is also left behind. So please, come yes."

Tout. Soon her mother ended the call. Made Marcel sad for being forced to meet at that time.

"Because your house is further away from the restaurant, we stopped by to see my mom for a while. You wait in the car. Okay?" permission Marcel who repeatedly sighed to make Lila laugh.

"Yes, yaudah let's go." take Lila who apparently does not mind.