The Third Match.

Romantic dinner.

After his phone was turned off unilaterally by Marni. Arabella swears herself.

"Laughs! this is a very arrogant person, not polite! disconnect the phone one-sidedly" Omel Bella then calls Thomas.

(....)

"Hallo! cancel your destination to Bali, now investigate where Marsel's son went to school!"

(....)

Tut's.

After contacting Thomas, Bella placed the phone on the table and went to bed.

*******

"Bi, I want to take Lita to school first yes" said Marni was dressed neatly approached the aunt in the kitchen.

"What's up, tumben?" ask the aunt who was doing the dishes.

"I don't know Bi, I don't feel good, that's it, there's no Mr. Marsel, last night there was a strange caller Bi" Marni said.

"Freak callers, you mean?" auntie stopped washing dishes back at Marni.

Marni then told me about the caller last night.

"Oh maybe. The caller was Mr. Marsel Mar's co-worker, don't worry," the aunt calmed down, then continued to wash the dishes.

"It's not so, because at the beginning he spoke, it was rude Bi, very suspicious,"

"Rude talk, how?" aunt still doesn't understand.

"He said it was Bi"

("Look at you! The el! a walk with a young wife, until I called many times not picked up!" ) Marni imitates Bella's words.

"So Bi"

Deg.

"Astagfirlullah... Madame Arabella is back again Mar, "aunty is starting to fret, how's Diah's next nappie? Bibi knows how her love for Marsel was for Arabella until it was difficult to move to another heart.

"Who is it, Arabbela Bi?"

"Arabella the Mama Lita Mar"

"Is she a model, Bi?" Marni is curious if it is true that she is the person, yesterday Marni watched a live show on television.

"Betul Mar, but it was then, now it's still a model or not I don't know anymore, you know where Mar came from?" cecar aunty.

"Yesterday was on Bi's television, but she seemed to be pregnant,"

Clontengs. The spoon that aunt held onto instantly fell down, in shock.

"Mbak Marni. Come on, he said he wanted to go to school" Lita said from the living room.

"Oh yes" Marni immediately departs between the Ade mang.

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While Marsel this morning invited Diah to pamper his wife to the spa.

"Mas, do we want a spa here?" Diah shines on the left right footpath in the pagari of ornamental plants.

"Yes now you just choose, want a milk bath spa, flower bath, or honey bath," Marsel gave their offer to walk in unison.

"I want to take a honey bath, but I don't want to be in honey" Diah said, turning to Marsel their eyes to see each other.

"Now, how about it?" Marsel poked the cheek of his wife who walked next to him.

"I know, honey is very maniiiis Mas, even the sweet hornets, much hunted people."

"But. if combined taste pahiiiit.. once, batrawali, and sambiloto are famous very bitter can be lost by drinking honey"

"But the bitterness of being combined can never be lost by just drinking the two plants, even though the two plants as a panacea."

"The bit is combined, will continue to imprint either until when, or maybe until death, the bitter taste will stick"

"Therefore, no woman in this world wants to be combined," said Diah Long, walking down his head remembering that his eyes were growing.

"Sudaah.k even so everywhere anyway! the talk? don't be sad, I'll help you forget your bitter story, and we'll always have a sip of honey." Marsel stopped Diah from standing and looking at each other.

"OK! I keep your promise Mas" Diah continued walking until he arrived at one of the spas with flower baths.

"We'll take a shower here, Mas" Diah stopped in front of the flower shower.

"Can I help you?" ask the Balinese dressed woman.

"We want to take a flower bath" Diah said.

They followed the woman and were given directions. Diah performs a ritual flower bath with a fragrant aroma to make a long-lasting feel in the pool.

Not only that they are stretched by professional scrub experts.

****

In the evening at the most popular place in Bali. A place that has a unique and conceptual design.

Marsel passed by the tourists who were quite crowded each carrying a couple.

At the end of the restaurant, Marsel stopped.

"Mas, there are no chairs here, we go there" said Diah to invite back to the front.

"Okay.. Now close your eyes, you can't open your eyes before I give you a cue" said Marsel.

"Close eyes? make what?" Diah advanced her face toward Marsel closer.

Not much to say, Marsel reached for a handkerchief turned his back to Diah and closed his eyes.

"Mas" Diah is getting confused.

"Now the way" Marsel leads Diah and an employee opens the door without Diah knowing.

"Mas" Diah's hand flailed as Marsel took off his hand, for a while.

"Now I open it" Marsel opened the blindfold.

"Maraa..."

Diah's eyes widened when behind the restaurant called a maroon carpet along the 100 meters.

The waiters in uniform in matching colors with carpets and kebaya cloth, hair in buns, lined up along the carpet.

Smile from them while giving a thumbs up to let Diah and Marsel pass the carpet.

Diah flabbergasted turned out this restaurant penetrated to the beach. On the beach surrounded by comfortable beds, decorated with dozens of small lanterns is very beautiful.

"Oh Allah, it's so good" Diah was amazed.

"Come on" Marsel hugged his wife's shoulder towards the shore.

"Here" Marsel climbed onto the mattress first then reached out.

They sit on a classic 19th-style abab mattress providing super romantic dinner service. Plus far away the eye sees only the blue sea and the pounding waves.

"Waah... beautiful thing Mas, it doesn't feel like turning me away" Diah spread her arms.

Marsel laid his body in Diah's lap "There is a more beautiful creation of God than this, I would rather look at him, and would not turn away, all day, all night" she said with a smile.

"What?" Diah looked down at the handsome face of her husband.

"You" Marsel's index finger touched Diah's nose. Diah's face turned red.

"Please enjoy, Mister, Miss"

Three waiters served a variety of dishes.

"Thank you" they said at the same time.

They dine out dishes that are all warm to match the cool night atmosphere of the touch of the night breeze.

******

The morning after the child and her husband left, holding her large belly. Gita takes a broom and then does her routine every day. It sweeps the floor before mopping it up.

Dreeng...

The sound of a car in front of the house. Gita put down the broom then the way forward. He was a little curtain lurking from the window who was coming.

It was impossible for her father to come because as long as she left her parents' facility, and slaughtered her away with Alfred her husband, her father was still angry with her.

The gita narrows the eyes of a newly pregnant woman protruding slightly down from the car.

The woman opened the fence and then entered the narrow courtyard of Gita's house and left her car which she parked on the side of the road.

The Gita immediately closed the curtains as the woman walked closer towards the door.

Tok to tok.

Checklots.

"You?" Gita was flabbergasted as she looked at who had come to her house.

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