Rainbow In Someone's Cloud
Pdz34. Get home.

"Awhile, is the room checked?" said Dayana who seemed friendly. 

Dayana spoke to her phone. Maybe across the street, there's someone checking the room. Maybe the hotel was afraid their television was taken away by visitors, or their beds were exchanged for three hundred thousand pickled beds. 

"Do you want this type, Dek?" Kaf turned his back to the reception desk, showing me his phone screen. 

"What's the latest, Bang?" It shows the latest mobile phone models. 

"15 Pro Max twenty-receipt range, Deck? Want this one? Maybe at the counter there's more than a hundred." She smiled sweetly. 

"So what, Dek? Still good?" Suddenly the question arises from the receptionist who is guarding his desk alone. 

He smiled broadly and supported his chin with both hands. 

Kaf quickly turned his head, ever since I glanced at the woman. 

"What's the real problem? It's the first and last time I've been to this hotel, it's not good that the employees are disrupting the visitor's comfort." Kaf pointed at this reception desk. 

"Ohh, so you want to change your wife?" Dayana chuckles crisply. 

"Parent's choice turned out to be less for you to taste, huh?" He looked at me and looked at Kaf. 

Whatdoes thatmean? He demeans me? 

"The unelected parents are usually disappointed and destructive." Kaf grabbed me and took me to sit on the available lobby sofa. 

"Hey, run away, huh?" Dayana waved her hand as we walked away from her desk. 

How is this the star hotel staff? 

"He's the son of the official he said?" I watched Dayana from afar, then looked at my husband who had his flat face on. 

"Yes, why?" He glanced at me, then looked straight ahead. 

The mood is easily damaged. 

"Has parents gone bankrupt? How does he work as a receptionist? Why don't you shake his parents' cake?" I am confused by the children of rich people out there, because in my family all open their own businesses, not even working like this. 

Or indeed, Dayana is the kind of child who does not want to be directed? Or is he just looking for experience? But any experience? He already has a child too. 

"Maybe lonely, she lives in a big house near the campus's red light. He lives alone, his parents are not local officials here. The higher-ups are all in Jakarta, the cake."

Lonely? Is there really someone who is lonely? It seems that the important thing is to have money. Friends must be many, who claimed brother must be many. But like my brother, Ra's brother. He has money, he's just happy to wander around on his own with his car and his negligee. His son was throwing here and there, fortunately the antennas and not fussy was the child. Though he claimed not to wander, but the opinion of children who see must call it that. 

"Sir Ra where ever lonely, there's also the same kid cake him. You know what the hell it is?" I lowered my voice a little. 

"It may be different people, different ways of dealing with everything." Kaf is more willing to look outwards, rather than look at the adorable existence of Dayana. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Kaf." Dayana. 

"Wait here, will you, Dek?" Kaf got up from his seat. 

Rather than being alone, I would not know what the conversation was with Dayana. I'd rather just come along, than Dayana talking about me in front of Kaf. 

"Come, Bang." I held his hand. 

It quickly helped me to get up. 

It turned out that there was no conversation outside about the room we rented earlier. There was no extra money and no loss, we immediately left after finishing the troublesome things earlier.

I prefer to sleep at home. In star hotels, check out was checked all. What do we want to steal? 

At home, Kaf and I were glared at. It was not our luggage that was checked, but rather my father snatched me from Kaf's embrace. 

"Rest, Deck. Sit here." Dad gave me his sweet tea. 

Seen from the contents of the glass that has stayed half. 

"Geez, Dad." Kaf sighed and went into the room first. 

"Where are you, beautiful? I'm worried, what time is it?" I pointed at the wall clock. 

Well, how do you say it? I have to talk, my dad is married, right? Or, did my father go with my husband? 

"Taken the streets the same Kaf, Dad. I buy HP, keep going in the old icloud. So it takes a process for this too. Not to mention I went to the boutique, I bought a niqab a lot right. I'm not allowed to wear the niqab." I spoke with excitement, because it was so happy that I would replace my face cover with a more closed cloth. 

Dad was silent, he seemed surprised somehow. Because before, I never talked about the niqab. 

"Dad jealous." Dad's downcast moody. 

"Why, Dad?" I kissed my father's cheek. 

"I don't know, it feels jealous. The one yesterday was always the same Dad, always Dad's permission. Now about the niqab, I don't know anything."

Are dads all over the world like my dad? 

"I'm sorry, Dad?" I leaned against my father's arm. 

Want to say, let alone try? I don't understand why you're jealous of my husband. 

"Gih, rest. Uh, but you're not kaf, are you?" Dad kept me from leaving. 

Answer what yes? If truth be told, was Kaf scolded for breaking a promise to Dad? If you lie, what for? Kaf my husband too, we are halal doing. But in order to keep my trust and not to think badly, I shook my head. 

If I talk, I'll definitely look like I'm lying. 

"Sir, take a supplement first" exclaimed Kaf to coincide with me being clumsy in front of my father. 

"Yes," I said quickly. 

"Just a minute, Dad? I want to take health supplements first, clean up, pray, continue to clean up the things I buy." I hurried off. 

"OK, don't be tired, Deck."

Ouch, pain. Maybe the effect of the pain medication was gone, now it feels very good when I step into the room. 

"Why, Deck?" 

Huh huh? Dad still watching me? Don't-don't you notice my slightly strange footsteps due to the pain in the middle there. 

"Hmm?" I looked towards my father. "It's okay, Dad." What strange footsteps do I still see even if I am wearing such a wide and large outfit? 

"What's wrong? Why are your footsteps so? Where did you guys stop by?!" Dad's voice boomed, he went into my room and probably wanted to meet and ask Kaf directly. 

May there come enlightenment from someone, so that my father does not run amok. I understand I belong to Kaf now, Kaf is entitled to me. Father may understand that well, but father's worry must close off the insight he has about his son-in-law's rights to his son. 

Well, how's this? 

"Sorry!" Dad's voice sounded very firm. 

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