Traces of Love Joke

Back to the Mask

The joke went back to sleep with tears drying up on her pretty face. His hands hugged the brown knit sweater that had always accompanied his days.

The sound of alarm from his HP made Joke wake up lazily. He always sets the alarm so as not to forget the dawn prayer.

Still lounging in bed, Jenaka stared at the brown jacket in her arms. The sweater with the letter M engraved on his left chest seemed to prove that the sweater was a special someone for Mandala. Did Kinara give it to him? Mean Jenaka hugs Kinara dong?

The joke wakes up and straightens his body. He shook his head. Expel such annoying thoughts.

"This sweater has Mandala's sister. Forever have Mandala!" muttered Joke. He then gets up and prays dawn before cooking in the kitchen.

Mala is seen preparing bread and various jams at the dining table. "I want to cook for Mandala, Mal. Not much for the bread."

"But you usually have breakfast bread, ma'am. Bu Kinara also advised to prepare the Father breakfast bread because it is more nutritious." said Mala. Joke had known from the beginning that Mala was a spy who was sent to watch her movements in this house by Kinara. Since the beginning Mala has been very visible in favor of Kinara, not him.

"Yaudah if Kak Mandala does not want to eat let me take her to the office. Easy right?" Joke doesn't want to lose to Mala. He felt his position was winning, his first legal wife. In fact it was actually much more powerful than Kinara whose status was only a second wife.

"Good, Mom." Mala finally complied. He should have behaved like that. It's been 3 months since Jenaka became Mandala's wife. So far Jenaka does not mind if Mala is more in favor of Kinara, but when Jenaka wants to do something, then no one can prohibit it.

Joke took the ingredients he bought last night at the market. Cook a few dishes in a short time before Mandala wakes up and she must be ready to go to the office.

Nasi goreng kampung is the choice of jenaka. He added the terasi in the seasoning which he used himself. Mommy says, it feels better if you use a little terasi.

For lunch Jenaka make Mandala a Korean-style egg roll with a carrot grater in it, including vegetables so that the cooking menu is more healthy.

Joke also makes chicken pok-pok a sweet sour sauce. He used to cook fast and everything was cooked when Mandala came down wearing a gray suit and carrying a suit in his right hand.

"What are you cooking, Jen?" tanya Mandala who has smelled the aroma of cooking that arouses her taste.

"Kampung fried rice cooking for breakfast Kak Mandala." Joke put Tupperware containing side dishes that are still hot and put it on the dining table in a state that has not been closed. "This is for lunch. I'll get ready, brother!"

"Well, you don't want me to have breakfast?" ask Mandala.

"Not perfect, Brother. I haven't had a shower. I'm going upstairs, brother!"

Mandala began to eat fried rice made by Jenaka who had been served in front of him.

"Hm... So delicious!" praise Mandala in your heart.

Mandalas eat their breakfast voraciously. Fried rice is still warm with typical home mix is second to none. Unknowingly Mandala had spent a serving of fried rice without any leftovers.

Mandala glanced at the toast Mala made. It feels like seeing toast after eating fried rice made by Jenaka so it is not interesting anymore.

"Mal! Mala!" call Mandala.

"Yes, Sir!" Mala came and glanced at Mandala's empty plate.

"Tomorrow don't make a lot of toast! As long as there's a joke, let him cook it for me!"

"But sir, Mr. Kinara said you should have a nutritious breakfast of bread before you go and tell me to cook for your dinner." Mala apparently still trying to obey the Nyonya orders.

"Just do what I tell you!" clear, undeniable and undeniable. That's how Mandala faces people who like to argue with her and behave recklessly.

"Good, sir."

The joke that was going down the stairs overheard the conversation between Mandala and Mala. The corner of his lips revealed a triumphant smile.

"Where are you cooking me?" tanya Jenaka who now tidakkan provisions for him and Mandala then put it in a bag.

"Great son. I just told Mala, let you cook me! You're not having breakfast?"

"Later in the office, brother. It's noon now, I can be bad luck. Not an ojek order that likes to be difficult when at peak hours like this."

"Who for what order ojek? You are with me! We're in the office, why go alone?"

"Leave it. Just tell me you met me on the street and I bargained together because I didn't get a motorcycle. Easy right? There are a lot of reasons to be mentioned!"

"All right, brother wants it to be that."

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Joke looked at the scene to his right. Seen the streets began to be crowded with many motorized vehicles to the city center.

The width of the road that is not in accordance with the volume of vehicles that continues to increase makes congestion points more and more.

"Jen!" call Mandala after the silent atmosphere was created since they left earlier.

"Yes, Brother." Joke averted her gaze and stared straight into Mandala's eyes.

"You were last night why did you lock yourself in the room? You mad?"

Joke speechless. He locked himself in the room. Apparently his heart was not as strong and as firm as a rock. Her heart was fragile seeing Mandala's friendly conversation with Kinara on the phone.

The joke lies to himself by saying that he is used to seeing the intimacy of Mandala and Kinara, but in fact the heart cannot lie. His wounds and incisions felt painful.

"I'm sleepy, Brother. Go straight to sleep." Again the joke lies.

"Tumbens. Usually their own mischief. You sick? I don't believe in your reasons. Previously on the market you were very energetic, bargain here and there eh fitting until the house immediately moody,"

"I-" Joke tried to cut Mandala's speech but Mandala cut her speech first.

"Because I got a call from Kinara?" apparently Mandala is self-conscious.

Joke speechless. Not that Mandala has no heart, Mandala knows that she hurt Joke but is just too smart to hide her guilt.

"I'm sorry I put you in my relationship, Jen. But if I could repeat the time, I would still make the same decision. Marrying you is the solution that I think is most appropriate, even though I know that you're the one who's hurt the most here,"

Joke again threw away his sight. His eyes are back heating up.

"A thousand words of apology I said probably won't be able to erase my guilt for deceiving you, Jen. You're a good woman. I'm lucky to be able to challenge you,"

Mandala's car has arrived at the office and Mr. Sahrul is parking it in a special parking lot owned by Mandala. The conversation must end with a single decision, Mandala thought.

"You said you'd get tired one day and go in another car. Know Jen, before you go I'll break your wings. Keep you by my side."

The joke returned to Mandala. He frowned while laughing cynically. "Didn't Kak Mandala promise Kinara that she would divorce me someday?"

Mandala flinched with what Jenaka said. How does a joke know?

"You-you"

"I know, Brother. Neither Big Brother nor I know how fate will play us later. It could not be Mandala who divorced me. It could have been Kak Mandala who divorced Kinara, or it could have been me who divorced Brother. I'm going in first, brother!" without salim Jenaka opened the car door and left Mandala.

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Jokes don't seem to be at work. He did not enter the building but stopped a taxi and went to a place that made him calm.

Joke watched from a distance as her spiritual teacher was kissing her husband's hand. It seems that they are a couple who love each other.

Bu Sri is wearing a shirt that is still somewhat connected, a little. Yellow T-shirt with orange pants. Tumben.

Her husband Bu Sri raised his hand as if praying and then kissed Bu Sri's forehead and left with a wave of hands and a smile full of love from Bu Sri. Envied. Joke was so envious looking at the scene before her eyes.

"Did? Here in!" call Bu Sri with a genuine smile.

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