When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Snag
The helicopter propeller on board Kusumonegoro and his son slowly stopped moving on the helipad runway of a villa in the area of Legian Bali about seven p.m.
Wearing a leather jacket and black hat and legs wrapped in tight jeans, Michelle got out of the helicopter first before reaching for Kusumonegoro's granddaughter who was excited not to play could take a child plane.
Paijo went down, helped Kusumonegoro who looked pale and pale instead of happy without his wish had followed his ex to ride a helicopter.
“Makin not dear you have made my family mingle. Thank you, baby.” said Paijo clumsily while kissing his wife's cheek for spoiled, but his bonus head was even in return for the encouragement of his bangs hand.
“Pakdhe mambu.”
“Mambu-mambahmu.”
“By the way, Jon!” kusumonegoro.
Michelle looked up while fixing the position of the sling ponakan men who looked tacky once had a budhe as cool as Michelle.
“Sampean mambu ta, Mas? Prengus guava?”
The co-pilot who heard the Malangan Javanese language was grinning while closing the door of the helicopter after all the guests who were ‘different’ than usual came out.
A long time often bring a bule guest, no one has ever felt the same beta. Less cool what am I?
Paijo snorted as he followed Michelle's steps towards the buggy car that picked them up as a vehicle towards the villa for tomorrow night's party.
“Prengus-prengus gini yoo you kekep every day. This is kok ngece.” muttered Paijo.
Michelle glanced sharply at him while sticking out her tongue.
“Emang nice to be ambiguous guy.”
“Ambigu piye?”
“Ribut... Ribut...” timpal Kusumonegoro half mangkel. “The father of this mumet. Wes enough!”
Michelle grimaced at how irritated and confused Paijo was now until the man preferred to throw his face away, watching the shady and beautiful villas along the buggy car lane they drove through.
I'm working on you, Sweetie.
On the other hand, in Paijo's heart grumbled. “Ambigu how to mean? I'm not fucking around. Still accused of weird.”
A slow-moving buggy stopped at villa number 15. The hotel employee who supported the family went down while picking up bags of backpacks containing changing clothes.
“Please, Mister and Tuan.”
Doors with Balinese carvings in push away villas. Michelle clucked while looking at the atmosphere.
“Preparation for wedding party tomorrow night already?”
“All decorations are done tomorrow morning, Miss. So while this place is in preparation, there will be a tour for the bride and the villa bonus next door from Mr. Richard.”
“Yes, Mr. Richard. He will visit tomorrow night.”
“Oh my God.” Michelle was amazed. “Send thanks to him. I will wait for him with pleasure.”
The villa clerk smiled as he put his things onto a sofa.
“Evening will be in between in an hour. Excuse me, Mister and Master. Happy resting.”
Paijo escorted the villa employee out of the living room, claiming to be smoking outside for a while.
Michelle thumped lips. “He wants to ask Richard who. Hihi..”.
“But don't do it often. Later ribet yourself you.” Kusumonegoro. “Never seen Paijo angry?”
“Icel just wanted to know, sir. Mas Paijo is jealous if no one is near his wife. All this time he never said love with Iceland.” he admitted sadly.
Kusumonegoro sighed. “Important later you patiently ngadepin Paijo jealous.”
“Siap.” Michelle moved by the window, she peeked at Paijo who shared her cigarette with the villa clerk who was wearing traditional Balinese clothes.
“Who's Richard, Bli?” ask Paijo while sitting on the bench of the buggy car.
“Friends, Miss. The owner of this villa.”
“Oalah. So don't pay this dong rental villa and wedding party here? Or use friend price?”
The villa clerk who had gotten a kongkalikong with Michelle nodded.
“All free, Sir. Because miss dear child dear Mr. Richard.”
“Alhamdulillah, mas. The more good friends Michelle has the more presents. Glad I got it for free. My money is intact.”
The villa employee smiled and nodded while smoking his cigarette.
Paijo looked up at how sweet the middle-aged man was as if he knew he did not have much money. His ndeso face cannot be lied to.
Asem tenan, I'm going treasure hunting!
Paijo walks into the villa, finds Michelle taking off her leather jacket while smiling as if she does not know what is happening and considers her business smooth.
And because Paijo still gothing do not have much money like Richard or his wife, he continued his smoking in a lounge chair near the pool while looking at the sky of Bali filled with stars.
Michelle peeking. “Frustation isn't yes, sweetie? Ouch..”
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