MAKE ME SECOND
THAT SCENT

Primate Princess Mandala, that's the name of Pradana's son from the womb of his late wife, Mandala. Her cries were so heartbreaking that they sounded in her ears. The primates, who were conscious in the arms of their caretakers, were eventually taken over by Pradana. For a moment his crying subsided. The baby seemed to want a hug and warmth from his papa. Yasinta looked at Pradana who was full of tenderness and heart holding the Primates, becoming gobsmacked. A man who looks cold, stiff, and rarely smiles it looks sexy when fondling his daughter. Yasinta unblinkingly looked at the man who was affectionately treating his daughter as if she were a diamond.

His smile was thrown from the corner of the man's lips when Yasinta was caught noticing him. Yasinta immediately turned his face away, not wanting to be caught staring at the man.

" I made some more milk for the primates, yeah mas!" yasinta said he was about to run away and get out of the room. But Pradana's right hand immediately restrained him.

" It's not necessary! He's already asleep. Later let the babysitter make her milk if the Primates wake up again" Pradana said.

" I'll put the primate to sleep in his room and let his nanny keep watch. You wait here. My business with you is not yet gone. I'm not satisfied with your story. I know you haven't told me everything yet, have you?" pradana. Yasinta started to get confused.

" Huh... Just say you want to ask for rations with you, right? Don't be the reason." Yasinta thought. Pradana rushed out of the room and looked for the Primata's nanny who was still waiting outside the room, precisely in the middle room.

" Mom!" call Pradana. Primate Caretakers rushed to retrieve Primates from Pradana sling.

" Thank you sir! The primates are sleeping well." said the babysitter. Then hurried to leave Pradana and enter the room with the Primate.

Pradana went back into her room and momentarily looked at Yasinta who was still standing and pensive by the window. His eyes were far away staring at the glittering star far up there. The night is getting late. Pradana hugged Yasinta from behind.

" I told you, Mom! I found my friend this afternoon" Yasinta said again.

" I know it's your friend. Friends but friendly, right? The man who accompanied you at the hospital, didn't he?" pradana. Yasinta was silent, and it was better that he would remain silent and not talk or justify or even deny it.

" So from now on, I won't let that man take you away from me. Because you are my wife." Pradana said again.

" Remember that, Yasinta!" pradana added while kissing Yasinta's neckline and sipping him for long.

Yasinta started moaning. Pradana again led Yasinta to the bed. Pradana demands more than that. The rhythm was re-played, accompanied by various musical instruments that produced a sound that flowed gently there. The voice of de sa han, to lu han, lengu han was heard quietly from the living creature of God.

The night is getting dark. The dim star began to be covered in clumping black clouds. The longer it goes black. Accompanied by a breeze that blows slowly into all crevices.

" I love this scent, Yasinta! Why am I just realizing it." whispered Pradana while still playing her violin that made her soul tremble and thrashing has her rat.