FORCED CHEATING
286BEACHES

Another morning than usual, this was the first time Mr. Alatas had returned to the dinner table for breakfast after a long time spent in a private room. Also the first time for Mirza to eat breakfast with the Great Lord, and the wife also participated –tentunya by the will of Mr. Alatas.

The gold-colored room felt frozen, as well as the kind of menu presented on the luxurious marble table as if it did not invite taste. Mirza knew that even though the Great Lord seemed to be solemn with his morning meal, but his sharp eyes occasionally observed himself and Via alternately, and it made Mirza uncomfortable. Not to mention he felt a pair of eyes that were like 24-hour CCTV lurking from behind the walls of the room, - who else if not Gerald.

Tau kayak gini mengingan dining in the room kayak maids usually. Free food is lively if dipelotokin dipelotokin continue the same Master, feel difficult nelen! Inner monologue Mirza.

“Mas?” reprimand Via with her eyes sharpened towards her husband who was about to reach for a glass of water.

Spontaneous turning, “ya?”

“Mr Alatas says you are off today,” repeats the words of the Master who seems to be ignored by Mirza.

Reflexes look at the Master, “holiday, Mister?” asked with a look of wonder.

Nodding faintly.

“But why? Didn't we plan to visit doctor Janson today?” increasingly astonished because only last night Mr. Alatas expressed his own intention to do physiotherapy with doctor Janson.

“I gave you a day off, why do you not seem happy?” feed her food into her mouth but her eyes are sharp full of probing looking at Mirza.

“It is not so, Sir. My point –“

“Not all employees get a chance to take a day off, let alone a nurse like you who is in full charge of my health.”

Slightly lowered his face, Via who was beside him also fell silent to stop his eating activities which had already felt uncomfortable.

“How is your night break?” the Master asked again making Mirza again overwhelmed with astonishment. Instead of last talking about work holidays, why suddenly so rest all night? –membatin.

Pulling a little corner of her lips, “I've asked Gerald to prepare one more guest room for you and your wife yesterday.” Tidying up the spoon and fork, “you stay overnight in the same room right?”

Uh-what the hell is this sir? How is everything? Kepo! Mirza looks awkward, scratching her un-itchy temple while Via just looks down at her porcelain plate whose contents have just been reduced to nothing.

“Your son and wife are here now, why don't you spend time with them?” Said Mr. Alatas again. “Go have fun, Norman will drive you. I give you until tomorrow morning, after that you will go through your routine again,” set aside the plate and ironap rise, Gerald who had been fully alert, gushed over to help the Master stand up.

Right at the same time Jumilah appeared holding a fussy-looking baby Nala.

“Abang handsome, eeh- “ Friday had a salfok gegara met the eye with Gerald, “Sorry Sir,” immediately rectified his words when he saw the face of Mr. Alatas who for him was really creepy. “Sorry interrupt the time, Inces Nala –“

Not yet Jumilah continued his sentence, Nala who was originally fussy was suddenly seen smiling widely and chattering with her own language while raising both hands towards Mr. Alatas to make Mr. Alatas was surprised for a moment.

“It looks like he likes Mister,” said Gerald slowly made Mr. Alatas turn his head and Gerald immediately lowered his head.

“Sini, Darling.” Via immediately got up and took over baby Nala. “Maybe she's thirsty, Jum.”

Jumilah just nodded.

“Excuse me Sir, I'll go to the room first.” Via pamit followed Jumilah, Nala who was carried on the shoulder Via terlhat flailing his hand towards Mr. Alatas, Alatas, although Via steps away but baby Nala still pay attention to the Master with his two clear eyes to make Mr. Alatas carve a faint smile.

“Ehm, take me to the workspace,” quickly drag his steps followed by Gerald.

Mirza was still glued to where she was standing, was she going to go spend her day outside? Or will just stay in this magnificent palace while releasing the longing that has not been completed, because last night has not paid off. Ekhem!

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Time seemed to roll very fast, the sun slowly leaning west to pick up the twilight. A piece of wind spoils the two people who are combing the beach lips together with a friendly. Pari Beach with white sand and the atmosphere that is not so crowded melenakan Via and Mirza, - it feels the beach is their personal property. Sharing longings interspersed with jokes and occasional spoiled Via makes both of them real look human who is in the middle of the kasmaran.

In the gazebo looks Jumilah who looks unflavored, bete level god goddess.

“Tau gini mendingan not follow!” ngedumel while playing a stoller where Nala looks sound in it. “This again, the Inces! Why so much the boy? Whoa, let's go home!” menowel cheeks glitter Nala deliberately to make him wake up, but Nala did not budge.

The traces on the white sand had long been etched, partly swept away by the waves. They had left the gazebo far away until both of them were both shocked when they realized it.

“Mas, we've come a long way!” Through the back, the gazebo looks smaller.

“Wah, yes!” follow looking.

“Not powerful huh, Mas? kirain has not come this far, you know.”

Smiling, pinning the naughty hair that was blown by the beach breeze on the ear of the wife. “That's because you went through it with your handsome handsome husband, dear.”

“Ish, pede!” mecibir.

“Let's race run to get there, who wins later gets a prize,” suggests Mirza get an impromptu idea.

“What's the gift?”

Facing the wife, close her body until it is no longer spaced, “whatever you ask, Darling” wrap both arms on the slim waist of the wife.

Smile naughty, “I love the gift for Mas now, how?”

“Kok is?” cringing wonder.

“Hm, because I know for sure Mas who won the race run,”

“So you give up first?” Mirza.

“Neither,” shakes. “I want to give you a gift.”

“Oke, where is the prize?”

Slowly release the husband's arm and grasp his fingers, “Mas rem dong.”

“Should it rejuvenate everything?”

Looking left right for a while still carving a smile, “cesetan, mumpung desa.”

Surprised by the words of his wife, “Honey, you want –“

“You love a gift,” nods with a sweet smile. “Let's close his eyes,” release his fingers, “before I change my mind, Mas.” Imbuh Via is a little sulking.

“OK,” Mirza closed both eyes by arcing an impatient smile, actually she already knew the meaning of the gift to be given by the wife.

that's if the assumption doesn't miss.

“Don't open your eyes first yes, Mas just rasain aja –“ whispered Via making the fine fur Mirza bristles spoiled.

“Ah, Darling –“

“Don't say anything,” Verse then start walking backwards slowly, covering her mouth with her right palm because she could not bear to not giggle to see her husband standing firmly alone on the beach with both eyes closed.

“Honey, how long did you give the gift?” The impatient Mirza began to feel suspicion. “ Sweetheart –“

Too late! When Mirza opened her eyes, Via had already run away with a bang because he saw the expression of the Sumi who had managed to be bullied.

“Try chasing me now, Mas! You must have lost!” Via accelerated his run.

“Ha, you cheat Honey!” shouted Mirza annoyed, “awas you ya!” Mirza immediately ran fast following.

Via auto panic, he increased his speed of running, but as hard as his efforts in fact Mirza is more formidable and managed to follow in an instant.

Hup!

Mirza grabbed the wife's body, both falling on the sand and beguiling. Via thrashed as the husband's face grinned on it.

“Mas, watch out! Shy around people!” pushing Mirza's body.

“You must be punished, dare to do Mas ya!” about to torch but Via tried to push the body of the husband while shouting.

“Tolooong...!”

“Eeh, why scream?” smothering Via's mouth with his wide palm, “ntar thought your husband was a criminal.” Rise up with an annoyed look.

“Ish, dirty all right my clothes? Because of this!” even busy shaking hands removing his clothes from the attached sand.

“Who asked to cheat?”

Via frowning, “huh!”

“Still want to race?” smiling sneered.

“No!”

“Kalo so we race brisk walking, yok!” walk ahead of the wife.

“Mas!” stomping his legs was upset, but Mirza was just so happy. “Mas, waitin!” running up, “Mas can't use me!” pulled Mirza's shirt from the back, but it didn't mean enough. Mirza was still walking until making Via more upset to pull the beach pants worn by the husband.

“Yes so don't go first, Mas can't win from me!” pursed his lips.

“Yes already, let us sample the same, Mas carry you are here!” without babibu immediately raised the body of Via which for Mirza was very light.

But instead of happy, Via instead thrashed back because of the way to carry Mirza who had no romantic at all. “Mas, down! I'm not a sack of rice!” banging Mirza's shoulder was upset.

“Don't move much, Honey. Ntar we fall again, want?” Mirza cuek aja casually walk regardless of Via who nagged.

“But I don't like to be carried like gini, my stomach hurts tau!”

“Nearly nyampe ah, don't protest!”

“I nih bite, diburin n?” a little threatening to my husband.

“Try aja, let Mas throw into the sea brought the same porpoise!”

“Hwaaa, Mas wicked….! Friday ....!” Keep thrashing while screaming, fortunately the beach is deserted only Jumilah who saw them with a cynical look.

“Huh! What other drama are those two? make Njum's single soul torn apart!” ngedumel upset to the top of the ubun-ubun.

Mirza finally reached the gazebao and immediately lowered Via from his shoulders.

“Mas yes, my stomach hurts really tau!” squi's arm was irritated.

“Later malem Mas make no pain,” ogling naughty.

“Nyebelin!”

“But like, right?”

“Ish!” straighten her messy hair.

“Eh, Friday. You why? How much is it?” Mirza just realized the look of Jumilah bent invisible color.

“Njum sprains, bete! If only told momong Inces, nagpain far taught here?” finally Jumilah poured out his heart.

Mirza and Via looked at each other.

“Tau gini, meningan Njum do not follow! Meningan in the palace of Mr. Atlas see Mas handsome it!”

“Mr Alatas, Friday,” Error Mirza.

“Yes that's just!” Just get more and more sprained. “Njum do not accept see Mas Mirza as Ma'am Via mesra-friendly, semetara Njum here bengong kayak keong kopong!” almost crying because I was holding back my anger.

Via so feel guilty, quickly approach Jumilah,”maaf yes, Jum.” Rubbing his shoulders gently. “I also don't know if Mas Mirza turns out to ngajakin us to the beach.”

“Emang! This is all wrong with Mirza! Mas Mirza did not think Njum's guess, cruel!”

Mirza so scratch not gatel accused in such a way by Jumilah. Via who understands Jumilah's annoyance gives the husband a code to say something, Via understands what Jumilah feels like in his current position.

“Emh, yes already that I also apologize yes, Jum,” said Mirza.

“Sorry not enough, Mas!”

“Terus?”

“Ya Njum wants to be invited to travel to other places,” marajuk by turning his face in any direction.

“Where are you going?”

“Ke Dufan!” sahut Jumilah fast. “From Njum still SD Njum very curious as to what his name is Dufan, Njum just saw on TV.” Lirih Jumilah made Mirza think for a moment.

Seen a circular watch on his left wrist, “but it's late afternoon, Friday. Not to mention we have to cross.”

“Mas Mirza is cruel!”

“Not it –“

“Ya already, meningan now we go back first yes. Mr. Norman must have been waiting for us at the dock, we thought until there.” Via mediate.

Jumilah did not say, he reached the stoller and walked ahead.

Via can only sigh, Mirza twisted the brain how to make Jumiah not lash with his face.

Ahah! Ting!

A brilliant idea Mirza got.

“Jum, wait!” teach Jumilah steps. “You want to go for a walk, right?”

Nodding still with a sullen face.

“No to Dufan no papa dong, the important streets?”

Gets fast.

“Sama Gerald, want?”

Braking his steps, while glaring at his eyes instantly, “sama the handsome Mas?”

Mirza nods for sure, “iya.”

“Truly, Mas?”

“He em, but –“

“Tapia pa, Mas?”

“But tomorrow, you're the same as Gerald. How?”

“Aaaaah, this Mirza Mas, how come?” Smile a shy smile cat garong.

“We nyampe Jakarta must be malem, tomorrow will be long time .”

“Njum, so deg-deg serr nih,” holds his own chest while blushing shyly.

“You don't?”

“You want, but where is Mas? Then also what is the roof tile mas want the same way Njum?” suddenly became pessimistic given Gerald's cold demeanor.

“That's important the title of the streets right?”

Nodding fast.

“Ke supermarket buy necessities Nala.”

“Waaat??” aghast as if in shock and perfect makes Mirza worried Jumilah crank again, but then Jumilah even smiled widely. “Aah, that's a real romantic Mas. I'm the same handsome mas must look flat like monthly shopping,” blushed himself imagine the romantic scene with Gerald down the aisles of supermarket shelves taking a variety of groceries.

“OK, deal yes!”

Friday raised both thumbs up his hands with a cheerful smile then stepped cheerfully, “Ayok Inces, we go home. Njum want to walk the same mas handsome tomorrow,” speaks for itself encourages stoller Nala with carefree steps.

“Are you sure Gerald wants to go with Friday?” whispered Via was doubtful.

“Quiet, Honey. I have a plan.”

“What plan? Anyway Jumilah asked him to Dufan Mas, not to –“

“That's exactly it, dear. Gerald will not want if we ask openly to send nemenin Jumilah streets.”

Via was silent for a moment, he understood what the husband meant now. “He em, may Gerald want yes, let Jumilah not sulk again.”

“On that, hand over your husband,” smiled embrace the shoulder Via then immediately stepped following Jumilah who had walked first.

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