The Perfect Happiness
The Eps 202
Happy reading ...
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Clara POVs.
In two weeks time, Haikal and I will be held. All the preparations were completed yesterday. The printed invitation is finished we share it ourselves. All the names on the list have received the invitation.
We did everything together, sometimes still helped by each family. But for the invitation business, we did agree to deliver it ourselves. Because we want those who accept the invitation, really can be present in the event.
A once in a lifetime event, hopefully.
Everything related to the event is done. However, we are still busy with activities in our offices.
Haikal has not been able to apply for a permit to the hospital, although he himself led the hospital's running house. But he did not want permission when there were still many other families who needed his help, until he finally had to return to work in the ER room.
From the first time I knew him, I knew he was such a sensitive person. Especially for safety. And Haikal does have a huge sense of responsibility for the hospital, even for his co-workers.
Not to mention when I heard the story from his own mother. About Haikal who often stay at the hospital even though he already has his own house, which is very close to where he works. Though his intention to have the house in order to go home and rest quickly.
When he was with me, he was the same. Still often sleeps in his study and also still has a sense of responsibility there. It's just that I feel like he's always been there for me. Even during rush hour, I sometimes feel guilty for making it change a little.
“Last-lately I rarely heard you have an operating schedule.” I opened my voice when we were both taking lunch breaks in their respective work rooms.
This time we made a video call during the break. Because my job is very much in the office and I often bring my own supplies for lunch. I learned to cook on the Internet, which I tried at home.
“Oh it. I don't have an operation schedule anymore. You already have someone replace me for the operation.” Haikal explained as his eyes were still to and fro on his computer screen.
Tok tok!
I heard the door knock. Then he asked my permission to receive guests without turning off our video call connection. I-i allowed it.
“Log in!”
“Excuse me, Doc. This is no shipment for you.”
His face looked confused receiving something across there, I could see it clearly.
“*Still yes.”
“Excuse me, Dok*,” said someone there who could not be seen on camera, possibly one of his employees.
“Honey, you sent this?” Haikal showed me a heart-red eating container with a greeting card with a nameju there, and it was deliberately sent to him.
I smiled shyly at him who was excited to show me the lunchbox. Yeah, I sent him my hand-cooked. Same with the food I enjoy now.
“You didn't tell me if you wanted to send me food? Hm?” He looked happy as he opened the lunchbox and with a plastic spoon in his hand.
“Later if I say, you even do my cooking,” my whine spoiled.
“No, where possible. I try ya?” Haikal bribed a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth, this delicious “wiih, the spice tasted. Don't tell me you're using that versatile instant spice?”
I laughed so hard I almost choked. “Times up to that good anyway?” ask me after drinking a sip of water.
“Seriously, this is delicious!” it was fun again.
“Like?”
“More if this cook is here now.” Haikal started to crunch. Strangely, though, I blushed at the flutter. It's just a very simple sentence. Very homely.
“I'm serious. Prefer it again if the food is bribed,” he added again.
I blushed until I shook my head slowly. He's so excited if he's starting to fuck me. “If you have stayed home, let alone make your bribe, make your kiss setiao when and whenever I love,” replied me origin.
“Beneyes? You if you are far too brave to say that, if whichever decetan you have discussed that is so~” Again Haikal teases me.
After more and more days it feels like I miss him even more, especially if you are separated like this. So what happens, if later I start to be bitten by father?
My dad wanted to memingitku. Father said to avoid unwanted things. Because the day to the wedding is very vulnerable to problems. Even the mistake of a grain of rice can explode and become a very big problem.
The pingit tradition itself is usually done if the wedding uses Javanese customs. However, as it developed and entered the modern world until finally this tradition itself began to erode. But for fathers, this tradition is very important, because this pingitan activity will make longing really feel tested and exploded when they meet again on the wedding night.
Either I will survive or not when pinned down later. It's just that I bid a deal with dad, if the pingitan process will only be carried out for three days, before the peak day. And luckily I agreed to all of that.
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Another day I managed to get through. This morning Haikal planned to come pick me up to take me to work. Because I'm going to take his two-day service out of town. Until this morning I couldn't get to the office.
And FYI, ever since my mother died, I never used my motorbike to go to the office again. Not even for the streets anymore. The bike is now covered in my father's car garage. And I never touched him again.
🎶
Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
🎶
The sound of my phone loudly ringing chanted a special song from Craig David while I was washing dishes, my former breakfast with my father.
“Claraa .. hape you sound it!” exclaims father from the television room.
“Biarin first, Dad. Hape in the room. My laundry is not finished yet, just a little more,” I said from the kitchen.
“At most also Haikal the phone,” muttered me with a hand that was still rubbing a plate.
After I finished doing the task, I took out a glass and pressed the water button on the dispenser to drink. Then there was the sound of footsteps of father wearing sandals getting closer to me.
As soon as I turned around, sure enough, my father was already beside the dining table, complete with a bag on the dining table and some documents in his hands.
“You really don't mind if you live alone at home? Do I need to call Debby? Your cousin who is in college here?” ask me to make sure. He looked at me with worry.
“Nothing, Dad. I'm already big. It's only Debby's school that tomorrow has to drop out of college from here. 'Can be far from the campus.”
These feet began to step closer to my father. “Do not worry ... I completed this task perfectly. Anyway, once I get home, I'll eat something special for Dad. New menu in addition to fried rice same omelet.” I blinked one eye at him.
He smiled and then kissed my head. “Yes, I wait for that. And hopefully not the same boredom not as a burnt-out kayak!”
“Did, Dad! Matahin the spirit of his son!”
Then the laughter of my father exploded again just like that while I was also chuckling considering my carelessness some time ago while cooking. Causing meat that is charred and cause a puff of smoke from the oven that fills the kitchen ceiling.
Tiit tiit tiit!
The sound of a car alarm is clearly heard outside the house. My father and I immediately stopped your laughter and stepped towards the front door. As soon as I opened it, my eyes saw Haikal who was stepping towards me.
“For Dad! Morning Beautiful!” she cried while giving me a red rose.
“August, Son! Why is the rose only a stem? Well, this ... you have to learn more so that it looks romantic,” chirps father who has the same thoughts as me. I wonder, too, why is the rose only a sprig? Not a big bunch like a tombal guy out there.
Haikal just smiled thinly and said, “Today is deliberately a step, Dad. But I can make sure to increase the number of stalks in each day of our togetherness. For me to remember, since when did I start to have her heart,” Haikal explained loudly and shamelessly saying it to my father.
I blushed and covered a part of my face that might have been flushed instantly. And with father's naughtiness beside me.
“Hosting dreams!” dad says it makes me more embarrassed.
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