Wife Custody (Second Love)

First Meeting

Flashback Keanu and Julie

14 Years ago.

Queues at the bakery in a corner of this city began snaking. People say, brown bread here is the most champion. The best in town, that's about. Only 3 days open, always out of the stormed buyers from various parts of the city. As a fan of bread, it is obligatory for me to try it anyway.

While waiting in line, my phone rang. I saw the screen, though,

Katie is calling...

Why is this a child. I just met at his workshop. Why call?

"Hello?"

"Jul!"

"Why?"

"My wedding dress was offered by people! Thank goodness.."

"What was that uploaded?"

"Yes, Juul. Thank goodness.."

"Alhamdulillah. Congratulations on.."

"Congratulations congratulations, but dizziness is also the case. The man asked to be photographed immediately using a real human. I don't want to use mannequins. Late at 8 tonight."

Well, the dragons will be converted to me.

"Trus?"

"Bantuin dong Jul.. Pleases... I can't afford this model yet. Yes yes yes?"

I'm sure, on the other side of the face of my sister must be blazing. I laughed softly, ashamed of people.

"Abis wants to buy bread. Honey, it's half way."

"Can I not be spit? Belom fittings are the same and also loh."

There was a knock on my shoulder. Followed by the heavy voice of the man after.

"Mbak, sorry. Can you take two steps? The line is on the way."

I looked towards that voice. Omaigat, my God, did I meet an angel?

You can imagine my expression at that moment. Mouth opened, eyes widened unblinking, I was half-deadly amazed at the figure behind me since I started queuing earlier.

"Mbak, hello?" said the man while waving his fingers before my face.

"Jul? Julie's? Juul! Helpmeet!" At the same time, Katie's voice was heard calling me from the phone speaker that spontaneously moved away from my ear.

My eyes blinked. I hurriedly closed my mouth and apologized to the handsome man. I was wrong, I swear. I've never seen a super handsome man in front of my eyes. I mean, who really likes me. My father is handsome, but this man is much more handsome! Fresh anyway. Uwu..

I turned my head towards the front following the queue while bringing the phone to my ear again. But darling a thousand times dear, so wrong I even hit the woman standing in front of me.

"Geezoo! How the hell is that? Again in line gini even a phone call. Not focused on it?"

Well, he's mad.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I didn't intentionally," I said, bowing my body.

Then I went back to talking to Katie.

"Yes yes. Abis got his bread, I'm going straight there."

"Oh, really Jul, as soon as you can. This is an important portfolio for me. It really determines my future."

"Yes, Keket. Onion greatly. Ah, I was in line first. Adios. ." atalaikumussalam."

I'll cut that phone immediately. I assure you, Katie must have nagged herself in there. He hasn't said hello, I've closed it first. Anyway, just disturb.

Anyway, I'm happy with my sister's achievement. He suddenly turned around, again delicately studying in the same department as me, uh covering pretty into fashion design. He had his centile, feminine abis. Distinct from me, who tends to be indifferent and does not like neko-neko.

Before going to this bakery, Katie and I did meet, discussing her first work, the bridal outfit that the man then offered. I can only comment on this, so far used Katie to evaluate and give input about her work. Well, I was suggesting that Katie promote over the internet to get attention from other people out there. Just 1 hour passed, already bargained. I admit, Katie's wedding dress is charming. No wonder someone was interested in his work.

Very relaxed, my life? At the age of 22, I was not as busy as others who were pursuing careers after graduating from college. I can go here and there, jump here and jump, play, go for a walk, don't need to think much, but I can live well. Yeah, this is how I am. I love my life. Sultan mah's son, bebaas~

Joking ding. Patience dong.

I graduated from S1. Just a few months ago. By Papa and Mama, I was advised to directly continue the study of S2. If possible in England, in Mama's hometown. Plus being able to stay with Mama's family there so I can get to know them more closely. Understandably, all this time we rarely go there. Only Papa and Mama who often go back and forth Indonesia-UK, none other than not for their business affairs.

I asked for time to think to my parents. To be honest, all this time I have not thought about the steps I will take to move forward. I am enjoying my life and life at the moment. You can hang out in the library from morning until night, read all my favorite books while relaxing, eat bread to the fullest, hang out with my college friends, take care of events with them... Ah, how good my life is.

Papa was worried about my way of life like this. He said, I have to take a step forward, because we live not only for today. It must be planned properly and carefully. Must be accurately calculated. This year will be anything, the next 5 years will be filled with anything. Successful entrepreneurs, a lot of calculations!

But Papa has a point too, after I thought it right. If Papa had not theorized like that, he would not have been this successful. We have to have a vision ahead. What will we be in the next 5 or 10 years? Ask each of us that.

Ah, so the weight of the screwdriver. But it was an important message from my father. Even though Katie and I grew up in a family, everything was enough, but our parents never spoiled us with material. We are educated to take responsibility for the consequences of our choices.

So seriously gini huh? It's not fun talking to me. Sorry, I was born with such a unique personality. Although he likes to joke, but for a long time chatting with me so serious. Especially lately after Papa's trial about the future.

By the way, the queue has stayed a little. Two more people, then it's my turn. Mercifully..

5 Minutes later, finally 4 best-seller chocolate breads in this store were already in my hands. I walked happily towards the parking lot. Of course, I'm going back to Katie's workshop. About 20 minutes drive from here.

I put on my helmet, then I'll ride my favorite black duck bike. Kustarter, then I'll take it slow. Uh, how heavy it feels. Usually lightly. What's up?

"Mbak, the front tire is flat. But if it's like it's leaking usually, Ma'am," said Mr. Parking while struggling to reach me.

I looked towards the front tire of my bike. Alamaaak, what the hell is this.

Why am I doing this session anyway?