The Missing Princess 2
episode 52

" get tired." said I stretch my muscles and get out of my seat

After a long day of work, I'm back with real life, which is my problem again with the priest

 I think I've been patient enough, maybe this time I'll look for his mistakes or I'm the one who's looking for him

my mind is now forced to think before I go home, maybe I should think about my future right now and I should think about the child in my womb

On the way home, I thought about how I could face a priest who looked ordinary

But behind me he's still with Karin, I know all his behavior, it doesn't mean I he just doesn't know what's happening right now

When I got home, mas imam was Dudu on the porch of the house, while enjoying a glass of sweet tea accompanied by his online game

   yep.. Even though his daily life playing games and working in one of his online business

I don't care what his job is and what his current income is

   " having come home." greet the priest with a smile

" hemm." I said briefly

After saying my greeting passed into the house, with the priest still faithful with his cellphone

  at night when I wanted to eat, the priest was loyal there had wanted to escape, but hunger attacked me was forced to keep my feet towards the dining table

'' here deck.. Want to eat .'' said

I just nodded my head slowly, a sign of asserting his question to me

'' what a side dish. Let the mas take it.''' the spring he flipped the plate and took it still on me

making me a little surprised at what he did to me, this is not his real priest

It's never like this if with me, is there something that makes it better this way, but what my mind continues to look at the priest.

'' in question kok silent aja.'' said his staring at me while holding a plate that contains Nasih.

'' oh.. Yes, any side dish so.'' said I became dumbfounded with his attitude

'' this is over, right.'' his question looked at me

'' yes, '' said me while glancing towards the plate he was holding.

'' what wind is there.. Until it's good like this to me, until take it I eat everything.'' said I stare suspiciously at the mas imam.

Made the priest stare straight at me with a glaring gaze

'' can't yes.. Good same wife herself.'' said her to me.

'' it's okay... But strange, just this time.. It's like this.'' I said staring at him here.

I saw his face, he seemed to be stuck with my words just now, because my words were not wrong

During his time with her, only this time I was taken to eat, even though I was pregnant with her child

'' don't be so prejudiced.'' his words thrust my plate.

not to argue, I also received the plate he gave, did not want to refuse the good deeds of the priest because rarely he was like this to me

after eating, I rushed to work without talking to nga again, let him consider me what I look like, and,

When he arrived at the office, mbak iren was sitting at the table where he used to work, did not want to disturb him, I passed to my room immediately maybe because this has entered working hours

'' it's really tiring not once.'' asked me again at her

If this computer could talk, it might have answered my nonsensical question

During the day Iren came to my room with a stack of files that I would sign

'' I have to finish this afternoon..Hanuman.. Soale sesok wes in anter.'' said mbak iren.

I just looked at his face and lips that spoke without saying anything before he stopped speaking

'' uh.. Not her answered anyway.. Even look at my face.. Why Hem.. My face is ayu anyway.''' said her piqueness once.

'' so great piety mbak iren this.'' said I chuckle a little at her.

'' is. you are not the answer, instead of seeing your mbak is like it's true.'' said mbak iren look annoyed.

'' yeah.alah loh mbak, why must rent so, grateful dong, if I still want to see mbak iren, than do not want, I defecate like any..'' my todong on her

Makes him blink his eyes instantly, making me laugh because of his actions

'' Hem. even laugh anyway.'' said mbak iren patted my shoulder.

'' ah already ah.. Come eat.. Hanum laper nih.'' said me to mbak iren.

'' want to eat where.'' asked her anyway.

'' who is very tight, but do not want to be in the front cafe.'' said I refuse.

'' I'm.so where.. There is a deket, after all it's your sister's cafe anyway.'' asked mbak iren looking in wonder at me

'' I'm bored, I want to be in another place.'' said I to him.

he just nodded, and walked out of the room, I quickly picked up my bag and followed my footsteps

Chasing mbak iren, until I myself ngosan because it is not worth the pace of step iren, plus my stomach is convex like this

Once in the car, Iren even laugh at me in the car doorway

'' do not want to be a male victim.. So that's how it is.'' her words laugh at me.

'' iiss... This ma'am is what the hell.'' I'm annoyed.

not his help me, mbak iren even laugh it off me as it becomes

'' so until now he did not want to marry, afraid of him yes... I see, so the victim bucin his man with a sweet mouth.'' kekeh mbak iren

Makes me stuck with the words mbak iren just now, am I like that, my inner self in my heart

Not wanting to cross the ice that keeps on poking at me, I love getting into the car with the iceberg driving my car

When I got to where I wanted, Iren parked my car well and we went inside

'' want to pesen what.. Here is the menu.. Look, then his mbak Ndak like.'' said mbak iren geleng head saw the menu.

'' not the menu kali mbak, the price may not like me.'' saut me fast.

He quickly chuckled a little with what I had just said to him

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