When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
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The moon had already appeared brightly on the tapestry of the night sky, but Paijo was still laying down in the room, staring at the wooden dab and lath with a watchful expression.

Going to Puspita's house is like a nightmare for him. Nowow. The social status of both sides of the family has long been a classic issue of their relationship. Although not clearly debated, the family of police vs PNS sub-district is sometimes a warm collaboration of conversation and often makes him not confident. In addition to the current scandal, Paijo is not ready to die depressed tonight. His confidence faded.

“Joh... Joh. kudu piye iki.” Paijo restores her hair in frustration. He was filled with words that swirled until mumet. Which sentence she had to convey, what body language she had to give as if being Michelle's husband weighed her gestures on Puspita.

Do it first, at least now my face looks from Puspita lash.

The door to his room was knocked. Kusumonegoro's voice was heard from outside. “Icel coming, Jo.”

Without moving from the bed, without changing his messy expression, Paijo replied. “All right in my room, sir. Sok-sokan as a guest of all.” complained while looking at the watch.

The show is still at half-eight later, there are still half an hour more to go to Puspita's house without alpa too late because he is not eager to date. Gathering with a police gang member alone. Huhhhhh...

The door was knocked back, Michelle pushed the door leaf slowly then her head looked inside. His eyes caught Paijo glittering like on the beach. Wearing cloth shorts and misty grey plain sweatshirt.

“Not that it's cool and primed, you look like a ripeness banana, Jo. Lonyot, lemes.” Michelle widened the door while putting the grocery bag on the table before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Michelle sighed, suddenly she was overcome with guilt even though honestly it was hardly too surprising to see her go slow. Understand why the man is not passionate at all to the house of Puspita.

“He's been waiting today to meet you, dong spirit. Intentions ingsun met Puspita. The spirit let him not suspect you are different.”

Paijo glanced at him sharply while clasping his hands that perched on his arms. It could be that the woman told him the intention of ingsun to meet Puspita as if he was really a trained bastard hiding a secret. Paijo is just an amateur who disguises a sweet face and a polite attitude, without the good prospect of cheating.

Michelle stood up then tidied up the folded ends of her dress. He raised his chin, however thrown to the most dramatic level of his life did not really make him change. Michelle is still Michelle, the son of a conglomerate who has high self-esteem and the clapping of Paijo's hands even though it is soft it is responded to as a rejection.

“I buy you the same shirt jeans and roses make Puspita. Consider it a bribe I've become an onion among you.”

“Cell...” call Paijo without sign seduce. “Where are you going?”

In the doorway, Michelle stopped her steps before turning her head. “Rome.”

“Still.”

“Oke.” Michelle went to greet Kusumonegoro who had just stroked the python in his back bed.

“Ati-ati, don't think werno-werno.” Kusumonegoro.

“Sendiko dawuh, Ndoro.” Michelle bowed respectfully as she passed leaving Kusumonegoro who muttered short.

“Kean mantu sitok kui ancene gawe seneng tour gawe ciloko mergo so ayune.”

While Michelle gets into the car, Paijo opens a shopping bag. The two clothes in his hands seemed to be matching in wear and according to their size. The material is better than all the clothes he used to buy himself.

Paijo put it in the closet, the outfit was for a date with Michelle. Not with Puspita, he prefers to be himself because the steering wheel must be in his hands.

Paijo chose to take a plain gray shirt and his faded blue jeans. He looked at his face in the mirror of the box while clutching the edge of the worktable.

Paijo sighed while clenching his hands and punching the mirror until it cracked.

Kusumonegoro smiled blandly. “Rasakno, Le. I won't step in.”

Paijo leaves after washing the face and drying it with a towel. On the way to Puspita's house, Paijo did not like the idea of bringing a rose to Puspita's house. But Michelle's tailing him left him no other choice.

“Not yet home, it turns ngetime beside gapura.”

Paijo banged his bike faster, overtaking a boxcar and two cars to stop chasing Michelle who wanted to find out Puspita's house. The woman hit the steering wheel of the car and snorted exasperatedly when the brakes were more powerful than gas.

Amidst the dim light of the road, through the rearview mirror Paijo saw a red Mazda far behind him. He grinned as he turned into the Damardani Regency housing.

“Just go home, wait at home.” After the message Paijo sent to Michelle upon arrival at the yard of the house that was crowded by motorcycles and cars of Puspita teammate, and Pak Bakri's colleague. It was already inconceivable how furious the police's nest was while romantically and carelessly, Paijo grabbed his rose while closing in on the second-story house with a big hidden problem.

“Assalamualaikum, kula nuwun.” Paijo looked into the living room, the casual chatter of fellow members of the apparatus had a pause with a look of eyes that turned all over to the doorway.

Puspita smiled as she gripped the shoulder of the commander of Vishnu who sat cross-legged nearby. In contrast to Puspita who was happy to hear the voice that was waiting for, suddenly the sweet orange chewed by the commander of Vishnu became wry.

Puspita looked at the flower that Paijo brought to make her cheeks blush like a teenager in love in the doorway.

“Tumben.” His eyes sparkled reaching for flowers that were so fragrant and blooming from Paijo's grasp.

“So shame on me, let's go in mas. I was waiting for my mom.” Paijo's cold, moist palms reached Puspita before pulling her past several members of the police force who were spitting dabbing pie-cie because of the soap opera they watched.

Paijo knelt down, greeting Bakri and Bu Bakri who were sitting on the carpet with Vishnu's commander and senior whom he did not recognize. “Sugeng ndalu, Sir, Bu.”

Bakri put the back of his hand on Paijo's forehead until he blinked in shock because the agate of the father touched his eyelids.

Stripped of reality, joh. joh. Michelle's lustful karma is certain.

“The habit of arriving late, Le. In the office too?” ask Bakri.

“Mboten, Sir.” Paijo rubbed his poignant eyes while smiling wryly. But her feelings become unsettled as the rose bushes beside her deliver a slice of Michelle's perfume fragrance.

Biang. Smart to be an intruder.

Bakri shifted the plate containing sweet orange and cheese brownies to the front of Paijo.

“At meal first, kangen-kangenannya later.”

“Ah mr.” said Puspita while covering his face with the flower, instantly, his nose sniffed another scent like citrus gourmand. Group of perfumes that include sweet citrus ‘thripe, orange‘ is either sweet due to sugar or combined with vanilla, caramel and sweet flowers. Burberry Baby Touch, Michelle's favorite perfume.

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