My wife Canduku
I'm not ready yet

Mario immediately slid to the place where Sasha and Brian were heading. Indeed, when it was time, everything would run its course.

Mario stared from afar at the woman he missed. Seen from a distance, the Inca were smiling at a female florist. If the flower seller is a male type, maybe Mario will immediately approach and immediately punch him.

Inca, always buy flowers in this store every Sunday afternoon. Lovely very fond of white roses, Inca always buy for the mother.

The Inca walked through the city amid the clear weather. He always looked back as he walked. He realized, like someone was following him.

The next day was the same. Mario follows the Inca who is leaving for his workplace. The same workplace with Bella, because it was Bella who entered the Inca for work in this boutique.

Inka left for work by tram, he took the tram through the front door, while Mario rode it through the back door. Mario continued to look at the woman who was standing while his hand held the pole that was there. The Inca realized that someone was staring at him from the side. He started to get agitated and occasionally stared at Mario. However, Mario looked down and put on a hat that covered his face. The Inca was still followed until he reached his office.

"Well, why are you so bored." Sapa Bella who saw the Inca was holding the entrance of the boutique.

His breath went up and down, as he walked with half a run.

"I was followed by people, Bel." said the Inca with breath still panting.

Bella brought Inka a glass of mineral water.

"Yes calm down first, take a breath." Inka followed the direction of her best friend.

"Dispose!" Inka also threw out the rough breath that had been inhaled a lot.

"Now, just a story."

"From yesterday, at the flower shop, I started to feel like someone was following me, Bel."

"Know the guy?" Ask Bella.

Inka. "Yes, if I knew the guy, I wouldn't be this sweet, Bel."

"Yes, I'll say it with Harris or with Pras. They'll get us home from work later." Bella calms the Inca.

The inca nodded.

Actually, Mario just wants to see the activities his wife does here. With whom the Inca lived, worked where and what he wanted more was who took him until he got to the land of these windmills.

In the afternoon the Inca were picked up by Pras and his daughter. Angel is always tailing, when calling the name of the Inca, he will certainly whine to come meet his 'mommy. Harris, Pras, and Angel are waiting for the arrival of Inka and Bella while enjoying a cup of capucino latte at the cafe located opposite the boutique where Inka works.

Harris, Pras, and Angel chose to sit out in the open. In tenpat which is a bit far from them sat, the middle there is Mario who sat there.

"Mommy..." Shouted Angel. Inka immediately spread her arms to hug the little boy.

Mario's jaw immediately pierced to see it. Moreover, he remembered very well the little boy who was with the Inca at this time. The same little boy, when Mario had a video call while the Inca was in Paris.

"Oh, those who helped you run away from me." Mario Mutters.

Then he saw the scene, where Pras was embracing the Inca with a friendly, while continuing to laugh with Harris and Bella. They have been Inca entertainers all this time. They were the ones who made the Inca forget their heartache for Mario.

"If we get married, how many kids do you want?" Ask Pras to the Inca.

The face of the Inca met with red, and hit Pras' stomach with his elbow which happened to be right in the belly of the sixpect Pras.

"What the hell, mas." The word Inka hangs.

Mario who heard clearly the conversations of people who were annoying according to him, his face was red. Like Tom and Jerry cartoons, Mario is like Jerry who emits smoke from his ears.

Mario gulped down the drink he ordered, and gripped it tightly, until the glass broke in his hand

Pranks...

Almost all visitors look at Mario, the waiter immediately approached Mario who was injured.

"Sorry..." Mario only said that to the waiter, and immediately left the cafe by leaving several sheets of hundreds of guilders.

Inka, Pras, Harris, and Bella also looked in the rowdy direction. However, Mario's face was not visible to them. So they went back to talking.

****

Arriving at the hotel, Mario stood on the balcony of his room for a long time. He was thinking of a strategy to recapture the Inca in his arms.

Tonight, Inca overtime, he did some deadline designs. He had already told Pras to arrive late at their dinner. Incidentally today only the Incas are overtime, while Bella is not. Bella's been home with Harris since the afternoon.

Inka stepped foot into the cafe yesterday.cafe located opposite his office, because this cafe is where Pras or Harris wait to pick up Inka and Bella.

Inca footsteps began to swallow, after seeing the figure of the man who was talking to Pras.

Inca's face looked pale and her heartbeat was beating very fast. His breath was quick, he wanted to run away. However, Pras had already caught the gaze towards the Inca who was walking towards him.

"Darling, this is Mr. Jhonson, we're talking about Mr. Jhonson has in different countries."

Mario's jaw hardened to hear Pras calling his wife 'honey' but with all his might he held back his frustration. Then, Mario turned his head towards the Inca and extended his hand to shake his hand. However, the Inca did not welcome the hand.

"Mas, let's go home now! I'm tired." said Inka without looking at Mario.

"Mass?" Inner Mario. He wanted to smash through the table in front of him. However, he was resistant. This time he had to control his emotions. Like the Inca who played his role so beautifully, that he disappeared and ravaged his heart to this day.

"But, baby. I was talking to Mr. Jhonson, he offers a partnership lodging with my travel." said Pras.

"I'm tired, mas. I want to go home now." said the Inca again with a hostile face.

"All right." Pras obeyed the Inca's wishes. It's not unusual for Inka to be this tough on Pras.

"Sorry Mr. Jhonson, next time I'll call you and talk a lot about our plans." Pras extended his hand to Mario.

Mario nodded and received Pras' hand. Then, he blinked his eyes at the Inca, as they passed each other and looked at each other.

However, Inka immediately turned her face away, she looked in any direction. Then, Inca and Pras pass from the presence of Mario.

"Sooner or later, you'll come back to me. I still see the look in your eyes that misses me. Wild cat." Mario said to himself, having no longer seen the Inca in his eyes.

Three days, the Inca were agitated. He kept thinking about Mario that night with Pras.

"Why did he come here so fast, could Sasha have told me where I was? Does Mario know where I live?" Inca opened the window. He looked around, but could not see Mario outside his home. He had also only realized a few days earlier, he felt followed. It turns out Mario was the culprit.

"Ah, Shit. I still can't see you, Rio. I'm not ready." Inka muttered while ruffling her hair.