When Married?
The KM Part 28
Literature had reached the headquarters of Prawira Group and went straight to his room, his phone rang and there was a message coming from his father.
Son, come home tonight. We had dinner together and there was something Papa wanted to talk about.
Literature instantly saved his phone without replying to the message.
*****
Time shows at seven o'clock in the evening, it looks like Literary car entered the gate of a large house so widely painted in white fenced high with shady trees neatly maintained around it.
This house is the main residence of the Prawira family. Arya Prawira Sastra's father lives alone in this mansion and is accompanied only by workers who take care of the house.
His marriage to his second wife lasted only three years and after the divorce he chose to focus on the company. At this age he is more often involved in humanitarian programs and community interests.
Literature parked his car right at the entrance and immediately welcomed by Bik Isah.
"Literary Den welcome home. Please go straight to the dining room, the big master is already waiting." Bik Isah is the most trusted servant in this house, he has worked for the Prawira family since Sastra was in elementary school.
"Yes, thank you, Bik." Literature is soon headed for the dining room.
Mr. Arya seemed to have been sitting waiting, and when he saw his youngest son had come he immediately smiled and greeted. "How are you doing, son?"
"I'm good Pa," he said.
"Sit down, we have dinner first."
Literature pulled up a chair and sat across from her papa. After finishing dinner they turned to the family room and talked about the company, then Mr. Arya shifted the subject.
"Sas, when are you going back to this house, son? Papa is old, living alone in this big house feels lonely and your sister prefers to live in Singapore because she does not want to be far from her husband." Mr. Arya looked at his youngest son, his eyes radiating loneliness.
Literature breathed heavily. "Papa must know very well what my reason is. I don't know when I can stay here again, maybe later." Silent moment.
"Papa's sorry, son, forgive papa." A look of sadness on his face that was no longer young.
"It's late, I'm saying goodbye. Papa take care of your health." Literature stood up from his seat.
"Sas, come home whenever you want to go home, Papa and this house miss you." Mr. Arya looked at his son.
Literature simply nodded thinly and immediately left.
*****
Literature at that time was a teenager was so hurt when he found out his papa that he was proud to betray his sick mother. After the incident the disease suffered by his mother grew worse and then exhaled his last breath. At a time when Literature desperately needed a father figure, his father did not care about it and preferred to pay attention to his infidelity.
As a result, after adulthood, Literature never had the intention to marry or have children. For him, both are futile. In her memories are imprinted with bad memories of the past, memories of her betrayed mother and her neglected self. Why marry if the bond exists only to be betrayed? And why would a child be born if the child was hurt?
As time passed, maybe the anger of Literature towards his father was not as big as it used to be and also in the house there were so many sweet memories with the mother. It's just that every time Sastra remembered that his second wife who was none other than his mistress had lived there too, making the disappointment in the past reappear to the surface.
*****
Three weeks passed. Flowers can already master her work without the help of her friend anymore. At this time Bunga was resting lunch in the cafeteria, then he checked his phone which read.
Interest shocked to see the contents of the message, it is a message M-Banking written content has entered ten million rupiah into his account. Interest confusion where this money comes from when the payday is not yet time. Then his phone rang and Literature called.
"Hello Sas." Flowers put a cell phone to her ear.
"Flower, has the money come in? I just sent a little money to your account."
"It's not your salary, it's for your daily needs" says Sastra.
"But this is too much. For me the value is not small, I feel bad to accept it. Even my work only lasted three weeks."
"Never refuse it or I'll be angry. Wear it for your needs, if you still do not tell me later I will add," he said.
"Thank you very much Sas, I'll take all of this as a blessing and wear it with gratitude." There was a haru tone from the words of Flowers.
"Tomorrow I'll come, see you tomorrow baby, I miss you."
"Me too...."
*****
Bunga is getting ready to go home and he plans to stop by the shopping center in the city first before returning to the apartment. Flowers choose to take public transportation to get to know the ins and outs of the road here.
Arriving at the mall he was looking for an ATM machine to withdraw the money sent literature earlier, Bunga withdrew enough money to buy his needs.
She bought makeup utensils, then went to a bookstore to buy cookbook recipes and cookbook baking & pastry recipes. After from the bookstore he went to the supermarket to buy kitchen needs and raw materials to make cakes and before going home he had dinner first at the cafeteria there.
Arriving at the apartment, Bunga keeps his groceries in the kitchen and goes straight to the bathroom to clean himself.
Lately Bunga really likes to watch make up tutorial channels and cooking channels, almost every night before bed he watches it and not infrequently to fall asleep.
After being satisfied watching the flowers move to his room he opened the shopping bag from the bookstore earlier. While leaning on the bed, Bunga read his book enthusiastically until the sleepiness came and he fell asleep with the book still in his arms.
*****
Literature parked his car in the basement of the apartment building in Bunga. After finishing work earlier he immediately slid towards this place because he missed his girl so much.
He entered the door code and after the door opened he entered and headed straight for the Flower room. He found the girl he missed had fallen asleep hugging a book.
Literature took her book slowly and when she was going to cover it she just realized that Bunga was wearing one of the nightgowns she bought. A knee-length black nightgown with lace accented on her chest with spaghetti straps and an open back model, combined in contrast to her yellow skin.
Literature gulped his saliva, his maleness blood rustled violently looking at the body's dandy Flower. He wanted her to pounce on his girl right now, but his consciousness regained control when the Flower suddenly woke up.
The dim lighting of the sleeping lamp and the Flower that had not been fully aware of his drowsiness felt that there was a tall, solid black shadow before him. Spontaneously he instantly took the pillow beside him and beat the shadow blindly.
Bugh.
"Darling, baby. It's Literature. Geez."
In between his punches Flower heard the voice of a very familiar male baritone in his hearing then he stopped his action.
"Liter....! You're ngaggetin me, I thought it was you turned away." The flower stopped its blow with the breath still chasing.
"Sorry, by the time I arrived you were already asleep." Literature replied while rubbing his shoulder that had been hit by a Flower.
"Aren't you coming tomorrow?" asked the Flower while neutralizing her breath. Then Literature approached and sat down at the bedside.
"I can't wait until tomorrow, I've missed you so much." Literature whispered in the ear of flowers. Flowers felt a strange rumble as Literature's warm breath swept over her ears. The man pressed himself further and then said.
"Darling, I. I want to...."