Wrong Target Pellets

#Sekar Palupi Wulandari

I'm Palupi. The second of three children, all of whom are princesses. I am still young, only 23 years old. But I already have two daughters from my marriage to my husband Barata.

Yes, I married young. I had just graduated from High School and was a freshman at a university in my city. But people say whose soul mate knows? I was always the target of popular men in school and on campus, even dating a more suitable adult man as my father.

Mas Barata as I called him, was one of the many relations of our plantation office. More precisely the consumer of tobacco and cloves of our garden production.

Our family has a fairly large clove and tobacco garden. Arguably, in this city our family is the owner of the largest cigarette raw material plantation, the legacy of our father.

Mas Barata is the owner of the largest cigarette factory in the city. Of course we are connected because of our work and efforts.

It used to be mom and dad who ran our plantation, but since I was gone, I've taken care of everything. My older brother Sasi, busy studying and reluctant to take care of the plantation. After graduation, he worked according to the knowledge he learned. Not interested in the plantation.

While my youngest brother Retno, still high school, like ABG who still likes to play and have fun . Of course you will not want to if you have to take care of the plantation .

I was the one who finally intervened to help mom. Since I entered High School first, after school I started studying the administration of our plantation office. Until the beginning of college, after working on college assignments I began to manage the administration of the estate. My mother led me until I gave up all the garden business to me.

" You've sintered Lupi, I leave it all to you. Don't worry, I'll help you if you're busy. Mom wants a break. Tired nduk, want to relax at home." Said mother at the time.

I can't refuse either. I know you're tired and starting to feel demoralized since you're gone. Suffice his effort, Let me take the place of mother as my servant. After all, my work is not too heavy and I can still share my time with my college.

That's when, one day I met Mas Barata.. He was already , maybe at that time his age was around the beginning of the fifties. But his face still looked youthful. I even thought he was in his early forties. Energized people. Her demeanor was very elegant.

I saw in the bookkeeper, he was indeed our old client. But said the mother, Mr. Barata rarely to our office. He usually represented the affairs of raw materials to his men. But strangely since I held the office, she diligently came to our office.

Reasons assortment. I think he likes me. Surprisingly, I started to notice it. We often discuss the quality of cigarette raw materials that I am good at.

We also often ate together until he finally expressed his feelings for me.

At first I did not dare to accept his feelings. My young soul of course refused to admit that I liked it too. He was old, I thought at the time.

What would my friends say if I was dating a half-old om-om. His appearance did not disappoint. But.i'm ashamed. What did my ex say? That was my mind at the time. The mind of a 19-year-old boy who is suddenly trapped in the love of a mature man.

We're almost 30 years different. She even told me her first child was 4 years older than me. Both of their sons are the same age as me. I can't imagine what my life would be like if I were with her let alone marry her.

" Prieve, please guide the Almighty. Listen to your heart. If you feel confident, I will support you. But if you're in doubt don't force it either. It's not good at last" Mother advised me when I asked her opinion.

I avoided it for a few days to test and convince my heart. Whether I really liked him or just fascinated by his good looks and fatherly attitude.

I hid from him for two weeks. All of our plantation employees I've ordered him not to see me. They'll say I'm not there even though I'm in the office.

Mas Barata remained patient, came to the office and sat waiting for me for an hour or two. It continued even though I never met him..

He never gets angry or insists on meeting. Keep sending messages to my phone even if I never answer them. Even now he is diligent in sending food through online applications. He's really militant. His spirit further melted my doubtful heart.

I dare not block his phone number because after all he remains our biggest customer. It made me feel childish and unprofessional.

Until finally on the 15th day I hid from him, he came home. He went to see my mom and said he wanted to see me. I don't want to support you lying.

" Face Lupi, don't hide and run away. Mom's no good, she was a friend and colleague of your mother and father for a long time. When mom followed you lied? If you don't want to talk frankly. Let her not wish for you" mother advised me.

I had to meet him. I still have no answer to his question. Whether I accept or reject his feelings for me.

I sat in front of him stiffly. He dared not lift my face. Afraid of meeting those soothing shady eyes. Afraid my heart would melt and melt because of it.

" Lupi why avoid me?" soft sap.

My heart's shaking. The sound made my body look like it was boneless. Limply.

" Just answer it while looking at me. Let me be sure the one who spoke was really Lupi. If I don't know, who knows the recording?"

I laughed restrainedly. Haiss. It could tempt me in such a crucial moment.

I finally gave myself a look at him. My eyes are locked in a sea of love in their net. I drowned and could not run anymore. My heart was torn to shreds at the glint of longing and sorrow in his eyes. I miss him too. And my heart no less hurts when it avoids it

" Thank you for meeting me. I almost died because I couldn't see Palupi. Don't avoid it anymore. Lupi may hate me but let me still be able to see Lupi" he said. As if beggars were hoping for my mercy. His eyes were full of tears.

I sniffle. " I'm sorry. I will not avoid it anymore. I was also sad to see you hurt"

She smiled at the sumringah. Wiping the tears that had dripped at the end of his eyes.

" So Lupi wants to accept me?"

I just nodded. My love for her overcame the shame and other feelings that made me hesitate to accept her love. And strangely my heart felt relieved after I received it. It turns out I really love him.

" Lupi don't mind if I immediately propose and marry Lupi? " Ask without further ado. Maybe this is how a grown man thinks. To the point.

" I still want to go to college. The office still needs me" I object. I don't want to lose my youth.

" Lupi can still go to college and work after marriage. I will not limit Lupi. You can still play with your friends. I want Lupi to be happy despite being married to me. Even if I could be happier." He said with great earnestness in front of me. I am more fascinated by him.

" It's up to you." I finally gave up on him.

New problems began to overshadow our relationship when I was introduced to the two sons of Barata.

Bastomi, his first son is very much against our relationship. For some reason, the first time he met he had put on a cloudy and unfriendly face. His face was swept away by an aura of anger, hatred and seemed to be very demeaning to me. What wrong? Even he doesn't know me at all. I dare not greet him. I just kept quiet and held tightly to the hand of Mas Barata. Afraid he was being rude to me.

Baskara's sister Bastomi. He's like my sister Retno. Still looks plain and cute typical teen. You could say his attitude is still childish when his age is the same as mine. He just looks flat. Not rejecting or accepting me well. He was more likely to free his father from doing anything. Whatever papa. Maybe that's his mind if I take a quick look.

" Not to think too much. They are so because they don't know you. If they knew as gently as your heart, they would fall in love like I did." Mas Barata comforted me.

" We'll stay alone. You don't have to be afraid of them. Gradually, the goodness of your heart will melt them. Believe me, prove it after we get married. Okay Lupi?" Mas Barata strengthened me.

Our wedding was also very well done. We are very happy even though two of Barata's children did not attend our wedding. Let it. Duck, significant style (the good and the bad will be seen in the end).

I was determined to make the two children of Barata at least accept me and no longer hate me. They must know my heart. That if I love Mas Barata, I also love everything that is on him. Including sons.

Gradually Baskara whose attitude is more neutral began to want to get closer to us. Especially since the presence of two pieces of my heart with mas Barata. My two daughters Lily and Rose are so clingy with Baskara. And it seems that Baskara also loves his sisters very much. Our relationship with Baskara is starting to melt away.

Only Bastomi is my pe-er. It's hard to face my stepdaughter who is 4 years older than me. He never wanted to see his father. Especially me. How can melt his heart, if he meets also he does not want to.

I was almost desperate and gave up when suddenly Baskara came carrying glad tidings.

" Mr Lupi, please say papa, Sunday mas Tommy wants to see papa equally mbak at Semeru's house. He wants to know his future wife. Maybe you want to ask to be disguised as well" Baskara said as she carried Lily and Rose on her shoulders and chest. My two daughters laughed happily in her brother's embrace.

Heart warms. Because of Baskara's interaction with my children. And because Tommy wanted to see us after four years. Whatever the reason, I'm happy.

I can't wait for Sunday. I prepared all of Tommy and Baskara's favorite meals. I'll be a good mother to them. I'll entertain them. At least they will feel like I love them as much as my husband loves his children.

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Longest part. Patience yes.let you know well all the characters. And more and more following the storyline. Happy reading...