When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
In My Eyes

My days are no longer waiting.

You are in front of my eyes.

~Puspita

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Among the ruins of petrified regret, Puspita makes Paijo unable to say sweet words back to longing. Greetings military style that he usually responded with a smile witty and unmatched anxiety will the presence of women who are missed not as beautiful as yesterday.

Paijo raised his hand, replying respectfully with an excited look on his face.

“Report received. Report finished.”

Puspita laughs, excitement is soaring, relief can return to the house of untold and clear love that flows calmly makes it not think bad of Paijo's cold attitude.

”Tomorrow nights come home, eat-eat.” said Puspita after grasping Paijo spontaneously.

A series of heart-pounding conversations then froze the flow of blood Paijo responded with an awkward smile and a stiff hug reply. Worries overshadowed her taste, insolent indeed, Michelle had taken half her heart to make her worry about how to behave.

“You brought the lemper I want, Jo?” puspita asked, hungry to wander her hull.

The white crackle that Paijo held tightly lifted, souvenirs from the reception in the form of chicken lemper, steamed sponge cake, chocolate pudding, sticky rice tape, salak, emping melinjo and orange Paijo give.

“I brought it home, yes. Thank you Paijo.” said Puspita as she passed, her smile broke, her eyes sparkling after poking all the reception souvenirs into the car.

How come, hold Michelle Piye.

Paijo's hands were raised, wanting to reach the crackle and take one or two food items for Michelle. But only the fragrance was left under the mango tree to make Paijo's steps feel heavy into the house.

Michelle pursed her lips in the living room after peeking at the situation going on outside the house. The simple meeting for Puspita was apparently splashing a drizzle in her heart.

“I want to go home.” he said wryly while holding Paijo steps to the room.

Paijo looked at him while sighing. Wanted him to hold her unconditionally, but...

“In the meantime, my feet are pegel. I'm thirsty.”

Michelle glanced into the kitchen, she picked up a starfruit glass on the dish shelf while pouring water from an aluminum kettles.

Paijo kayaknya not satisfied to meet, Puspita. It looks like he still wants to reach her when the car leaves.

Sighing, Michelle went to the room. He saw Paijo taking off his keris and blank.

“Drink first, your throat must have been dry earlier. So it's hard to say it feels the same Puspita.”

“Save your jealousy, don't make me add mumet.” Paijo reminded while draining the water. While Michelle who dressed Paijo for the reception took off the black leather buttons and untied the stagen cloth.

“I didn't make any more mummies, only you looked nervous earlier. Ah.. You can be caught changing that way. We'll be caught later.”

Michelle rolled up the stagen cloth while taking off the rag that Paijo was wearing while bending over.

“Thus what did you love to Puspita?”

“Kok I'm not in love.” Michelle folded the rags and stacked them together with Paijo's other reception attire on the table. “There Puspita keeps forgetting the same I should have gotten it all.”

“Not that I forgot, I've brought a lot.” All the food that Paijo brought he mentioned, ”Puspita just order the chicken lemper earlier, uh brought all. Sorry, you are not happy either. It was just village food.”

Michelle was silent while shaking her waist with one hand. He received when Paijo all day can only hear his voice through the sound system, but he did not accept it because there was not a single gift that should be a wife who received a piece of sponge cake that he could eat and Paijo set aside in his pocket.

“I want one of them, Jo. Sponge cake.”

Paijo was stunned, his entire body felt electrified in high numbers. His eyes almost popped from his place so shocked at Michelle's request.

“Yes I'm embarrassed to go back to Miss Darminah's house, Sel. Just grab a sponge piece of meneh.” Paijo shook his head strongly. “Tomorrow I buy in the market.”

“No way...” serve Michelle while crossing both hands. “I want the same sponge you love to Puspita. Bolu reception.”

Wrestling... Paijo ruffled his hair despite being silent, this time he really did not find a word anymore. His brain is too complicated, the mind muters. His entire body was tired because he stood all day holding the mix, his mouth was dry because all day he had guided the event with the Javanese language alus which requires the accuracy of the sentence, but his stomach was full not playing. All sorts of food at the reception he had eaten and his intention was to go home to rest.

Unlike Michelle, Kusumonegoro who does not have food reserves only makes him able to eat instant noodles and boiled eggs. Dare not come out, let alone snack, its existence is secret.

“Suddenly I became a hurt wife. Luwe meneh.” Michelle lay down on the bed, curled up to Paijo.

“Verything... Iyo... Iyo... I got you a sponge cake at Miss Darminah's. Wait, no need to sulk let alone cry!” paijo said a little. He picked up the shirt in the closet and put it on and left the house.

“Where to?” asked Kusumonegoro in Javanese when he met Paijo who was in a hurry and barely recognized him ten meters from the reception tent which still saw young activities chatting in a plastic chair.

“You request sponge cake.”

“Well sing want?”

”Brought Puspita all.”

“Nyoh, take it home.” Kusumonegoro handed over his snack box which is still intact, needless to explain, Kusumonegoro understood the situation. “Tomorrow again in thought long before making trouble.”

“Enough, Sir. Thats enough. Tomorrow's the talk, yo... I am very full today, tired.” said Paijo while walking away.

Kusumonegoro shook his head while enjoying the breeze of the blowing night wind. “Polah's son, practical father. Ciloko tenan.”

Arriving home, Paijo opens a glimpse of the snack box before entering the room.

“Wake up, in this past meal cake balls.” said Paijo as he touched Michelle's arm.

The woman wearing the home negligee turned her head while smiling widely.

“Still making his effort, hug first here.”

Paijo flicked his finger at Michelle's forehead accompanied by a deep breath. “What happened with Puspita was a reasonableness, Cell. Don't ask me to also treat the same with you.”

Michelle nodded rather than being a new problem. He went and ate the snack box that Paijo put on the table while the man chose to smoke outside the house. No less than ten minutes, all the contents of the snack box was unceremonious toilet.

“Lumayan can sleep better than starving, there is still much I need to take care of. If hungry where to think.”

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