WHY LOVE
Vacation

The weekend morning weather is still clouded. As if the sun is still at home in the contest, reluctant to show its rays. But the bright morning spirit of two people who will take a vacation for the first time since marriage.

Nico in a casual suit, knee-length blue jeans clad in a light-grey t shirt, covered the trunk of his car after storing a suitcase filled with change of clothes and other supplies.

Saints are no less relaxed. He uses creamy toad pants with a green melon tunic top made of soft silk cotton with floral motifs. Plus the cream pashmina it wears adds a fashionable impression.

"Bun, Mas Nico is stingy. Don't tell me where we're going on vacation." Suci complained to Mother who accompanied him to the yard. Last night, finished her husband getting rations, Suci had asked where the holidays were going. But many times asking the answer is always the same 'There is a deh'.

Mother chuckled at her daughter-in-law's complaint. Nico who heard it just smiled.

"Maybe Nico wants to surprise you. Anyway, wherever it goes, Mother asks for souvenirs yes!" The real mother has been told Nico where to go, choosing to pretend not to know in front of her daughter-in-law.

"What do you want your mother to get?" The saint looked at Mother Devi who was standing by his side. While waiting Nico finished heating his car.

"Mother wants to be given by grandchildren." Mother smiled raising both eyebrows looking at the son-in-law. The one stared at seemed to be smiling shyly with a red hue on both of his cheeks.

"Ready Bun. We'll work hard day and night." Said Nico as he approached the two women he loved. The hard pinch on his waist made Nico complain. Sacred pinched him by glaring at his eyes. She was so embarrassed by her husband's perverted sentence in front of Mother.

Mommy laughed off seeing the behavior of the child and his daughter-in-law. Happiness covers his heart. Watching the only boy seem cheerful after marrying Saints. His attitude is warmer and more obedient to worship than the previous Nico.

"Have fun. Don't forget to pray before you drive the car." Mother gives a warm hug to both of them who will leave. To Dad, they were already saying goodbye first when inside the house.

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The journey at 7 am on Saturday is quieter than the usual days. Saints observe each path traveled to guess the destination to be pursued. Many B-plated mobiils are heading down the same path. Until the white SUV driven by Nico arrived at the Jagorawi toll gate.

Saints flicked his hand. He tickled the waist of Nico who kept smiling every glance at his wife was observing. "I know now." Suci continued to tickle Nico's waist because of anxiety, her husband was playing secrets.

"Know what?" Nico couldn't bear to not laugh. Because the Holy hand kept tickling, making him tickle.

"We're going to the top, right? Hayu ngaku's!"

Suci kissed Nico's cheek, as a bribe for her husband to melt into confessing. Her hands guerrilla stroked her husband's groin. And sure enough, the wife's bribe made Nico crumble.

"Oh, you know my weakness, beautiful. That's right, we're going to the top. To Father's Villa." Nico caught the Holy hand that was on his thigh, biting at him with anxiety.

"Aihh, Mas Nico. I don't bring warm clothes. The top is cold, I'll sneeze." Saints sulked spoiled, tilting her body looking at her husband with pursed lips.

"Don't worry, honey. There will be me, a living blanket ready to warm."

Moments queuing at the toll gate used Nico to briefly grasp the soft lips sensual beloved wife.

The gray sky slowly faded, changing the clear blue sky overshadowed the fast-paced car ride on the Jagorawi toll road.

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The winding road with a green panorama of tea garden beds is so pampering the eyes when entering the Puncak area. No wonder if every weekend or long holiday, this area becomes the center of the capital city's destination especially, to refresh the brain after five days of work pressure.

"You happy, pretty?" Nico looked at his wife's pointy chin which looked as if she was staring at the scenery to the left and to the right.

"Yes.Mas. I like I like. Thanks, husband." Cup, bonus kiss landed on Nico's cheek. Makes the driver smile wide, happy of course.

His focus still led to the road in front of him, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. The driver gladly accepted the feed for a bite of cut fruit from the passenger next to him. Which has been prepared from home.

"Drink, baby!"

Suci gave a bottle of mineral water that had been opened lid, handed to Nico.

A man around the age of 60 years was moved to a car parked in front of the joglo. Previously, the guard of the villa owned by the Hendro family was informed of the arrival of his master's son.

"Welcome, Den Nico." Mr. Mamat stood up to welcome the arrival of Nico who just got off the car.

"Sir Mamat, how are you? It hasn't been a long time here to be pangling." Nico extended his hand to shake. The villa guard seemed to welcome him.

"Thank God be good, Den. This is Den Nico's wife?" Mamat stared at the beautiful woman standing beside Nico.

"Yes, Mr. Mamat. It's Holy, my wife." Nico clasped his wife's shoulder with affection in his gaze.

Suci reviewed a friendly smile to confidants of Hendro's father who had been faithfully caring for the villa for many years.

"Sir Mamat, now can rest home. I'll be staying here tomorrow. Later if you want to go back to Jakarta, I will tell you."

Mamat nodded, taking orders from Nico. He handed over the keys to the villa and returned to his house which was not too far from the villa.

The cool and cool atmosphere of the villa area feels permeated to the skin. Especially when entering the villa with wooden buildings. The view of the expanse of tea garden is beautifully emblazoned from the butterfly window of the middle room. Nico opened it wide. The cold wind immediately hit the faces of the two who stood parallel staring at the tea garden.

"Let's see the room!"

Nico led the Holy Hand towards the main room. Before the door of the room was opened, there was already a familiar fragrance of flowers on the Sacred nose.

Sacred stopped her steps staring around, looking for the source of the fragrant flower she inhaled.

"Search for what, honey?" Nico looked at him in wonder.

"I smell the daisy. That's my favorite flower, Mom. So miss my plants at my brother's house." The radiance of the Sacred eye turned heartily recalling the plants he had not touched during his move to Nico's house. I don't know if his brother doused it or not.

"Hey, be sad. Bang Candra loves to water it. I made sure of that." Nico comforts the dying Saint with his collection of daisies.

Saints were relieved by the report Nico uttered. He opened the door, because Nico told him to.

The fragrance the Saints were looking for was evidently in that room. Seen in the spacious room was a king-size bed of teak wood with white sheets. A bouquet of colorful daisies adorn two table lamps, also on the dressing table. The largest bouquet is displayed on the sofa table, daisies and chrysanthemums are arranged in such a way. Very beautiful and the aroma refreshes the senses of smell.

Suci looks teary got a sweet surprise from the husband. He sipped one by one a bouquet of fresh flowers displayed with a happy feeling.

"Mas Nico, how do you know I like this flower? This is when to prepare it" Sacred asked in a hoarse voice as it held back the cries of haru.

"Nico clutched the Holy waist, until the meeting was not far away. Carrying the wife's head leaning against the chest of her field. "For someone I love, of course I'll find out about his likes. Even things he doesn't like." Nico kissed the peak of the Holy head with all his feelings unfortunately.

Nico rubbed the corner of the watery Sacred eye. "Already ah, don't cry. We're gonna have fun not be sad."

"It's not sad tears." Suci hit Nico softly in the chest for his weakness. He broke his embrace. Coming back to the bouquet of flowers, menciumi bertubi with spirit.

"Hm, it's good to be a flower. Got a lot of kisses. I'm even being taken in." Nico whipped, pretending to be angry because he ignored her.

Saints chuckle. He put the bouquet back in place and approached Nico who stood side by side, pouting at him.

"It's a gift for the florist." The saint slightly lowered Nico's head. A kiss landed all over her husband's handsome face. Lastly, give a sweet pagutan on his lips. Wrong Holy, already fishing hungry lions. With a single swing, Nico lifted up the wife's body, without letting go of her pagutan. Put it on the soft bed.

"Mas, it's still daylight."

"No problem. It'll be another night."

"Ishh VORACIOUS."

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Don't forget the point, unfortunately othor. 😍😍