Not Nackal, Nurul!
Tommy Plan

Nurul notices the woman sitting with Tommy.  “The rich want to nyakar tu girl, lu, Mar,” whispered Brian in Nurul's ear.  Tommy sees Brian whispering to Nurul.  He hated what Rudi had arranged so much, how could Nurul sit next to Brian?  It should be that the honorable princess did not sit alone without such an escort.  It should be Aunt Lupita sitting next to him, not Brian or any man.

Maybe because Rudi was still single so he didn't know about it.  After all, Rudi had already said that this was the first time he had held a banquet.  Aunt Lupita should have taught her how to arrange the seating of her guests.

Of course Rudi is not entirely wrong in other seating arrangements.  Tommy realizes that's why Tommy is sitting between Aunt Lupita and the widow.  The widow whose eyes Nurul really wanted to scratch, though she would never admit it to anyone.  

“Gua don't understand what you're talking about,” Nurul told a cheerful lie to Brian as he focused on slicing up a piece of grilled meat.  “Beautiful widows sitting near Tommy.  She is Tommy's favorite type of girl.  You must know too.  He's very experienced with men,” said Brian.

Nurul's hand holding the knife shook.  He knows it very well.  She was perfect for Tommy.  She was so sensual, passionate and obviously willing, if one judged from the way the woman continued to face Tommy's large chest and lean on the man's arm.

Let the girl get Tommy.  Since Tommy seems to only want cheap women, he can get them.  “Gua knows that we have started our relationship badly,” whispered Brian again.  “But can we forget all that?  The cave promises that the cave will be a better companion than Tommy,” Brian said.

Brian placed his battered hand over Nurul's thigh.  “Any man who prefers pottery over porcelain is a moron!” nurul.  This bastard never gave up.  Carefully putting the knife on his plate, Nurul launched his hand under the table and immediately grabbed Brian's injured hand and squeezed it until he heard Brian say the swearing oath in between his breaths.

“Brian.. If you touch the cave again, the cave will throw one porcelain into the head.  Can we understand each other now?” nurul.  Lifting Brian's hand, Nurul puts it in Brian's lap.  He cut the meat off on his plate.  “You think you really want that guy for you to master yourself,” Brian said in a rude voice as he rubbed his sore hand.  “Unfortunately he won't marry you,” he continued.

“Married to Tommy will happen if there is no such thing as a guy on the surface of the earth,” replied Nurul.  What a shrewd lie.  For days Nurul pretended to himself that he did not care at all about what Tommy was thinking or doing.  Tommy's lack of interest in making her his wife is also not a problem.  All that time, he thought too much about it.

Nurul wanted to ruin the face of the woman sitting opposite him.  A woman who had the fortune of being an alluring widow.  He wanted to protest Tommy for his cold demeanor and absolute control over his emotions.  He wants to hate Tommy for believing all the bad stories Brian might have told him.

But Nurul can't hate Tommy.  If this happens at any other place and time, if he and Tommy have equal standing and wealth, he might risk anything to get Tommy.  

As if he could hear Nurul's thoughts, Tommy glanced at him.  His burning gaze was addressed to Brian, then to Nurul. His jaw tightened, and Tommy immediately turned his head and leaned to whisper something to the ear in the widow that made the woman laugh.

It seems time is running very slow to end this dinner.  It was still a long time before Nurul and the other women could withdraw from the dining room and return to the large room and move away from the men.

If this grueling disguise ends later, he will no longer talk to any man.  They all only cause problems compared to benefits.  However, unfortunately when Nurul felt somewhat comfortable in his chair, another man appeared next to him.  Everyone looked at them as the man, who was a waiter, handed over a folded handkerchief and said “Nona left this handkerchief in the room,”.

“But this is not mine,” replied Nurul.  Then he saw Tommy's paraphrase and felt the sharp end of the fold of paper in the handkerchief.  “Oh, yes.  Im sorry.  It's really mine.  Thank you,” Nurul said.  Nurul waits until everyone's attention is turned to something else, then he carefully opens the note on his lap.

“Make a number of reasons to leave the room,” as it is written.  “I'll meet you in the hallway.  I have something to talk to you about,” continued.

While cursing inwardly, Nurul rolled the paper into a tiny blob.  He could imagine what Tommy wanted to talk about.  Undoubtedly, Tommy would definitely say unpleasant things about himself and Brian.  Does Tommy think he's taken it for granted every time the guy calls him and asks him to come? 

Of course Tommy felt sure.  With good reason he had learned of Nurul's identity.  He can make Nurul obey his will whenever he wants, and he knows for sure.  Nurul waits until Aunt Lupita's attention is diverted, then he murmurs to the woman sitting closest to him that he wants to go out for a while.  Thankfully, no one paid too much attention when they saw him disappear from the door.

Tommy was waiting for Nurul, in the hallway as he promised.  He leaned against the wall with both fists hidden in his pocket.  Distancing himself from the wall he was leaning against, he looked at Nurul with a gaze as if he wanted to disarm all of Nurul's defenses.

Nurul wrapped herself tightly in a lacy scarf.  “What do you want?” ask Nurul.  Gripping Nurul's arm, Tommy took her slightly away from the passageway.  “We have to talk.  But not now.  The next morning I'll pick you up, you'll go with me, understand?” said Tommy.  

“Seek an excuse so you can leave your waitress and Aunt Lupita at home.  You and I will talk in private and take a lot of time and you will tell me the truth.”.  “Oh?  Time so?  What makes you think I'm willing to tell you this now than before?” ask Nurul.

A smile here adorns Tommy's lips…