Flocking Payment
CHAPTER 90 - Blue Blood

"Well, honey, I'm almost there .. I'm done calling again."

That's about the sentence Cakra uttered before ending the call this morning. However, right at noon the husband has not also contacted and made Ameera worried of course. Not usually Cakra like this, even if it is not finished right at lunchtime he still contact Ameera even if only to make sure the wife has eaten or not.

Ameera looked agitated, she had tried to contact many times, but was not picked up. Active, it's just not accepted and that makes Ameera even more angry. He bit the tip of the nail and kept pacing back and forth because he was agitated.

In fact, when participating in the study with the mama Ameera very calm inner birth, but in the afternoon he was just upset himself and his premonition was not good at all, really. "Where is he? Brother Ricko why also follow this," grumbled Ameera also dragged Ricko because the man was the same as Cakra.

Not receiving calls, whereas Ameera knew her calls must have come in, it couldn't have been. Just because of worrying about Cakra, he arrived late for lunch. The hunger that had tortured him in the car seemed to disappear by itself, Ameera did not realize if his body had been weak when slammed onto the sofa.

"Eat first, Ra, maybe Cakra is busy."

Gelagat Ameera has been clearly caught by Mama Zia. It's possible that the woman just kept quiet to see her daughter was exactly a hot worm. "The busyness of Cakra he was never like this, Ma, there must be a problem," said Ameera sure very well his premonition this time will not be wrong.

He was probably busy and difficult to contact. However, after marriage Cakra is different and without being asked the man has informed first, whatever his activities. It is certainly only natural why Ameera got this good, especially considering who Cakra is currently no longer an arbitrary person.

"Anything, eat first, dear .. You are pale, Ra, from this morning just drink water the same as eating wine a loh." Not only orders through the mouth, but the eyes of the mother also seemed forced to make Ameera resigned just like that.

Ameera bit her lips, she was still curious and not satisfied if she had not heard the voice of Cakra this afternoon, therefore she tried to seduce her mother a second time. "Once again yes, if he lifts me directly to eat," said Ameera showed two fingers as a form of promise to the mother.

At Ameera's request, even Mama Zia was forced to submit and give her daughter a chance. The woman crossed her chest while looking at Ameera with her sharp eyes. Obviously Ameera was nervous about making it, repeatedly begging and screaming in her heart for Cakra to take her call.

Until, in the moments of almost despair, Ameera reaped the results of the patience she cultivated with difficulty. Cakra received his call this time, he also sounded fine until Ameera could sigh in relief.

It didn't take long, Ameera just wanted to make sure she was okay. After hearing that she could still laugh and seduce him as usual, Ameera ended the call and approached her.

"Where? Cakra's fine, isn't it?"

"Well, Ma, let's eat .. My wings are still there, right?" Nothing yet, Ameera had already ascertained the side dish she had just stored.

Surely his mother nodded, because indeed for Ameera used to be separated because of fear of being captured by Papa Mikhail. Understandably, sometimes there are many available, but both people like the same thing to make Mama Zia often have headaches.

"Ashik, where's Papa? Tumben hasn't hung out in the dining room."

"That's Papa, abis from where, Mas?" Mama Zia was a little surprised to see her husband emerge from the kitchen.

"Take this, he says if it's delicious, try it."

Ameera stared at the pare her father gave her without interest. Presumably, the seedlings that some time ago he planted have grown fertile and now he has harvested even though they are still small.

"Eeng you alone, Mas, bitter usually."

Ameera bought it, her papa spoke lightly. "Have a son, papa kali sweet blood .. if I'm blue blood," he said casually and made Papa Mikhail pout lips.

"Whatever blue blood, your peasant papa remembers that!" papa Mikhail's joke that made both of them laugh just because of such an ancient joke.

"But my husband's blue blood, Pa really."

"Yeah, Papa knows about that," replied Papa Mikhail a little serious, whereas Ameera was also joking in fact.

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If Ameera is enjoying lunch with her pine family while discussing Cakra, in a different corner of the city Cakra is having lunch as well. The difference is, Cakra lunch this time is precisely with someone who claims to be family, but does not deserve to be called family.

Accompanied by Ricko who was also silent, a grain of rice they did not touch even though it was welcomed as a guest of honor. However they welcomed, still the mood of Cakra was damaged at the beginning, especially Ricko who until now still had a headache.

"Hahahaha are you still mad at grandfather? Forgive me if their way of introduction is too excited."

Cakra smiled faintly at the voice of the old man who looked exactly like his papa, even the same voice that made Cakra hate him even more. Already shown the most unfriendly face and as it was, he still laughed and acted warmly at the Cakra he referred to as his grandson.

"Is your life really that bad until someone's life makes you a joke?"

Ricko gulps his saliva hearing Cakra's way of answering a man's question he knew to be one of the most notorious criminals of the past few years. Yes, for Ricko the name and figure of Darmawangsa is not foreign, and from the first time I saw it Ricko seemed to return to the teenage years where he was still plunged into the streets and did not know Sean.

Absolutely not Ricko expected if Cakra would dare to searogan it. Since then he was just silent, after being invited by his grandfather to receive a phone call that turned out from Ameera then he was willing to make a sound, but once he spoke it actually invited a commotion.

"I don't understand why God seems to bring Gautama back in front of me. You really are like my son, Cakra. It's just that your face is exactly that woman, Gautama must love her very much."

"Shut your mouth!! Don't you ever say that badjok's name in front of me."

"Hahaha you see, even the way he talks is the same ... how can I just let go of him to Madani?"

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- To Be Continued