Princess Reunion Cost
Bereft

Sri sat down to face the fried rice that had just been made by God. The god sitting in front of him, smiled as he invited Sri to enjoy his fried rice. Sri looked at the god closely. Then he again looked at the fried rice made by the gods in such a way as to arouse Sri's appetite.

"Thank you, sir" said Sri, with the end of her voice choked. Sri held back the day she was feeling. He did not expect, if the God still cares so much about him.

"Let's eat. Do you want me to take a bribe?" Ask Gods.

Sri looked back at the god, then she shook her head and immediately picked up the spoon and fork that were already on the white plate.

"I ate yo mas first" Sri said.

"Please. Waiting for criticism and advice. I haven't cooked for anyone in a long time."

Sri was speechless at the words that the God had just uttered. All this time, God would treat Grazia the same way God treated her all this time. It turns out that God never cooked for Grazia. So, the only woman who had ever tasted God's cooking, was still only herself.

Sri smiled, then she started eating fried rice made by God. So delicious fried rice made by her husband, Sri also closed her eyes, to feel the sensation of taste that she longed for.

"Where?" Ask Gods.

Sri opened her eyes and looked at the God in shame.

"Nake?" Ask the gods again.

"As usual, your cooking is always good." Sri replied, while again eating fried rice made by God.

God smiled, then suddenly tears drenched the cheeks of God.

Sri frowned and looked at the God closely, as she saw the man in front of her shed tears.

"Why are you?" Ask Sri who looks confused.

"I? I'm fine." God answered, wiping his tears.

"Are you having trouble with him?" Ask Sri again.

"No. I'm having trouble with my wife who I love the most. I did a stupid thing that he could not tolerate. And today I cry not because I am sad, but because I am so happy. I am grateful that when you are like this, you still remember me. You still call me and still want to eat my cooking."

Sri was silent, upon hearing the explanation of the God.

"Darling, I'm so happy. At least we can sit together like this and watch you eat my cooking voraciously. I once thought, I will never again feel this kind of atmosphere. And it turns out I'm still given a chance. Alhamdulillahot. I really miss moments like this." Connect God.

Sri speechless. He was trying hard so that his tears would not come. Then he tried to go back to eating the God-made fried rice, without any more talk between the two of them.

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"Samma, when are we here." Moana Grumbles.

"Patience to you, son. My mom gets bored too." Butet complained.

Suddenly, he saw Grazia's car coming out of the housing complex. Butet's lethargic face turned excited.

"Ha, where are you rotten female!" Inner Butet. Then he quickly drove his car right behind Grazia's car.

"Cock suddenly walk? Doesn't it look like you're a detective?" Ask Moana again.

"Isa... Recok is you. It's again running its mission mamak."

"Oh. So mamak again ikotin the car on the face." Moana pointed at Grazia's car.

"Yes my son. You just shut up there. Nantik mamak in need of your help, mamak kasikan you code yes," said Butet, winking one eye.

"Oooo, be ready for that cake." Moana smiled and raised both of her thumbs.

Butet returned Moana's smile, and then she refocused herself on Grazia's car. A few minutes later, Grazia stopped her car at a mall. Even with Butet who rushed to park his car, not far from Grazia's car. Then he goes downstairs with Moana, after he sees Grazia getting out of his car with Kimberly and her babysitter.

"Where are the females going." Butet Mumam.

"Mommy, is that aunt you're gonna investigate?" Moana asked, pointing at Grazia who was walking several meters away from them.

"Hus! Slowly slow down your voice." Butet placed his index finger on Moana's lips.

"Well, mom." Moana lowered her voice.

"So that's mom?" Ask Moana again.

"Yes. Just be secretly you. Don't recok."

"Yes, mother." Moana also nodded in understanding.

Grazia and her nanny who was carrying her daughter entered the mall door. Then they walked down the mall. Butet continues to be behind Grazia and her babysitter. Shortly thereafter, Butet sees Grazia entering a branded lingerie store. Seeing this, Butet decided to enter the store. Butet glanced at Grazia who was looking at the underwear and also the nightgowns sold in the store.

Accidentally, Grazia looked at Butet who was standing not far from her. Butet, who had been staring at Grazia, began to look panicked and tried to pretend he was choosing a nightgown as well.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" Ask a store clerk who just approached Butet.

"Ah, I just wanted to look at you first mbak." Sahut Butet's.

"What are you looking for, ma'am?" Ask the store staff again. Because he had just seen Butet continue to look around the nightgown, but did not choose any of the nightgowns on the display.

Butet was starting to look upset. Grazia has not yet left the store. But he continued to be urged by the store clerk to buy one of their products.

"I'm still looking at you first. If it matches the nantik, I call the nantik," Butet said.

The store clerk began to see a suspicious-looking Butet. Then he nodded and tried to smile kindly. But not once did the officer take his eyes off Butet.

Feeling uncomfortable because it was constantly stared at by the store clerk, Butet finally took a nightgown and handed it to the store clerk.

"I bought this one" Butet said with a visibly irritated look.

"This is it, ma'am?" Ask the store staff.

"Yes, how many dozen do you want?" Ask Butet.

"Oh, good mom. I took a new one, Mom. For payment, go directly to the cashier." The shop worker again.

"Or me, I'll pay at the cashier." Inner Butet.

"Mommy, maybe you'd like to steal a few times in this store." Chirps Moana.

Butet frowned. Then he looked at the shop clerk who had just served him. It was true, from earlier the store clerk continued to look at Butet with a suspicious look.

"Yes too?" Butet Mumam.

Incidentally, at that time Grazia also went to the cashier to pay for the goods she had just bought. Seeing that, Butet immediately went to the cashier, along with Moana. They arrived in front of the checkout at the same time. Back, Butet and Grazia looked at each other. Until Butet becomes aware of his mission that must approach Grazia. He relented, and allowed Grazia to first pay at the cashier.

"First, brother," Butet said kindly.

"She's just ahead" said Grazia, inviting Butet to come forward to the cashier.

"Ah, her sister. Please."

Grazia smiled kindly, then she moved to the front of the cashier.

"Thank you, yes" said Grazia kindly.

"No problem." Sahut Butet, who is very trying to put on a friendly face.

"Kalok is not because of Sri, I have caught your jam. ish..! Furious me!" Inner Butet.

Grazia finally came to the front of the cashier. After completing the payment, Grazia left the store. Butet still had to be stuck in the store, because he had to pay for his groceries.

Butet panics, fearing to lose track of Grazia.

"Everything is a million rupiah, brother," said the cashier at the store.

"Well.where is my ATM?" Butet looks busy looking for his wallet tucked inside his handbag. While he continued to glance outwards, trying to make sure that Grazia remained in his monitor.

"Before a while" said Butet, as he continued to reach into his bag.

"Mom, the takotnya said the old man," said Moana.

Hearing Moana's words, Butet panicked even more.

"Mom, I'll go first" said Moana, running out of the store.

"Eh! Moana!" Call Butet.

But the little girl ignored the call from her mother. Moana kept running after Grazia. Butet panicked, but he seemed prestige to leave the store, without paying first.

"Where is this cake?" Inner Butet.

Eventually he finds his wallet and quickly pulls out an ATM, owned by Moan, which he still holds.

"Quick as hell! My son is beautiful!" Butet said, looking very panicked.

After paying, Butet looked confused. He no longer saw Grazia or Moana. Butet panicked even more, so he ran here and there to find Moana.

"Oh my God..." Grieved Butet, full of regret.