
"Sutopo, why are you sleeping in bed?!"
Viona was really upset to see the man who was writhing like a cat with his eyes still closed.
Sharing a cramped bed was definitely not Viona's goal.
"We agreed last night I slept in bed and you slept on the floor!"
"Ouch! You're so noisy!" Arun lamented.
"I'm noisy because you don't hear me!" reply Viona.
Arun opened his eyes, looking at Viona who looked like she was about to explode. His face flushed with a roar of breath like a bull.
"On the floor too hard, my body hurt, so I moved to bed. Besides, this is my bed, I'm not wrong, right?" Arun expressed his opinion.
Viona gave a huff at hearing the man's defense.
"Yes, what you're saying is true, but it's.."
"Oh, I'm still sleepy! I'm going to sleep!"
Viona really feels arrogant with Arun who is again acting arbitrarily. Viona immediately got out of bed. It's time to get back into the routine because the morning has come.
...*****...
"Vio!"
The call from Mas Gede broke Viona's daydream. Viona rushed towards Mas Gede's room.
Viona observed Mas Gede who was currently applying nail polish to his nails. Today the man is wearing black cargo pants, a fluorescent green alloy blazer with a mesh beige sweatshirt. His nail polish even matched his clothes.
"What's up, Mom?" ask Viona.
"Vio, look, I just got some urgent news from home."
Mas Gede closed the bottle of nail polish again with a riled expression clearly visible on the face.
"Daddy I'm sick, '" he continued.
"Dad Mas Gede?"
Mas Gede nodded.
"Rightly dad mas Gede?"
"Viona, how much do I have Daddy? Do you think I'm a sugar daddy stash?"
Mas Gede threw questions that made Viona can only grimace.
"You're a strange habit of thinking" said Mas Gede.
"Hehe, sorry," Viona grimaced.
Mas Gede himself made me think strangely!
"Well, my relationship with daddy was problematic, daddy was against everything I did."
"I think the news of daddy's pain is just daddy's wits to fix our relationship. But it turns out he's really sick."
Viona was still listening to Mas Gede's story intently.
"I know, it's very hard for me. But right now, I think this is the decision I have to make. I plan to put all classes together until a time that I can't be sure of yet" Mas Gede said.
"W-what?! A holiday?" Viona flabbergasted.
"Yes, Vio. The current conditions are not possible for me. I don't have the ability to split. If only I could, part of me would accompany daddy, part of it here" said Mas Gede.
"After all, I don't know if this might be the last time I can accompany daddy after all this time we never fit in."
Viona was pensive, at once she remembered the feud with her parents.
"Vio, I can't possibly keep giving you a paycheck because the business is stalled. You can find another job, but if one day I come back, I hope you will still be willing to accompany me again" continued Mas Gede.
The dandy guy's eyes were glazed over.
"I'll give you an extra bonus. You can also wear my entire outfit collection. Everything so you don't look like a fashion terrorist."
"In exchange, I hope you're willing to take the time to just clean up so this place doesn't become a cobweb."
Viona was very saddened by Mas Gede's decision. In addition to feeling sorry for the condition of Mas Gede's parents, he also felt sad because he lost his job.
"So, when did Mas leave?" ask Viona.
"Hmm, maybe the day after tomorrow, after I finish some other things," replied Mas Gede.
"Vio, this isn't goodbye. It's just a delay. When all is done, we'll be back together. Can we agree on this?" ask Mas Gede.
Viona nodded slowly, at this time she was hesitant if she could get a new job in the near future.
Viona's phone rang, Viona looked at the flat screen with an increasingly violent feeling.
...*****...
Viona observed Arun who was currently picking up his flagship outfit. A loose shirt with jeans that immediately make Viona's forehead more wrinkled.
"Sutopo, do you really only have jerseys and jeans?" ask Viona.
"Hey, I'm the kind of guy who doesn't need to wear a lot of clothes just to look good. I've even been handsome since I was in the womb" protested Arun.
"Yes, but we're going to see my parents, at least wear more formal clothes!" lamented Viona.
"Are your parents the president?" cibir Arun's.
"Don't you have a cool black suit?"
"Oh, it's not mine, and I've returned it" replied Arun.
Viona finally took part in dismantling the man's wardrobe. He certainly had to display Arun as a good-looking man.
"Hey, if you scatter that, you'll have to get it back!" Arun lamented.
"Wear this!"
Viona handed him a piece of a shabby checkered shirt, buried at the base of the closet.
"That's right! It's a dress that's not even worth wearing!"
"Just wear it! Then your hair, please be neatly styled!"
"Is there really a problem with my hair?!"
Viona is back looking for something that would make Arun look more and more reflective of a good man.
Viona even unpacked her suitcase, finding a thick framed glasses she once bought just to look smart and serious.
"Wear this!"
"You must be kidding me!" Arun lamented. "Why should I wear nerd glasses like this?" his protest.
"Already! Just wear it so you look serious and smart!"
...*****...
Viona's heart rumbled, she was really very tense during the trip to her parents' house.
Viona came home because mom called her. For Viona, this is the right time to introduce Arun as a husband.
Viona steals a look at Arun who looks upset because he has to look like a bookworm. In addition to making the man look smart and serious, Viona certainly does not want Arun to be teased by Sany. Of course Sany can't tease Arun. If until the man is tempted by the temptation of Sany, this marriage is clearly threatened to fall apart.
"Remember ya! You don't talk if you're not asked. If asked, answer as necessary, do not overdo it. Don't rise just to lower. Don't go low just to get high. Then just ignore Sany!"
Viona repeats the details that Arun must understand.
"Sany's? Who's she?"
"My cousin" Viona answered briefly.
"Why should I ignore Sany?"
"Just ignore it! Or you can turn your heart away from your boyfriend!"
"Haha!" Arun.
"I turned my heart away from my boyfriend, or you don't want to be jealous?"
Viona thaws cynically.
"I won't be jealous of you, I don't have the right to be jealous!"
"Haha!"
The man's laughter sounded more and more contrived.
Viona prayed in her heart, that she could go through all this well.
...*****...