
Dita and Tasya looked very happy. Dicky can get two big panda dolls. The two women hugged each other's dolls. The mother at home was waiting for their return while watching in the television room.
"Mother .. Look, I got a big doll!" tasya shouted as soon as he got home. Mom smiled to see her daughter happy.
The girl has a heart disorder that requires her to routinely seek treatment and is often treated. Tasya's joy is a joy to both Mother and Dicky.
"This is Mom, I bought a durian martabak earlier," said Dita, giving the martabak earlier into the hands of mother.
"Why bother Nak Dita?" said Ibu sungkan.
"Who said bother, Mom. I'm not the one who made it, just buy it" said Dita smiling . Tasya laughed when she heard Dita's words.
The woman was ready to rest. His legs were out at the market last night. Tasya also followed suit. Both of them sleep in one room.
Only Dicky was still accompanying mom watching. Rarely did he have time with his family. Dicky's time is up to work with Rendra.
"We're good kids. Lucky Mr. Rendra has a wife like him. I hope you don't play with fire by loving Dita!" say Mother.
"What do you mean, Mother?" ask Dicky.
"This mother gave birth to you. I know how you are, son. I see there's love in your eyes for Dita. Remember Dicky, Dita's Mr. Rendra's wife. People who help us a lot."
"Mom don't worry. I know and am good at putting hearts. I cannot betray Mr. Rendra. I'm not like a nut forgets its skin."
"Good, Son. I know how you behave to Dita. I see love in your eyes for that woman. Dita deserves to be loved. She's a nice and friendly woman. However, it must be remembered. She's your boss's wife."
"I'll remember, Mom." Dicky approached his mother and hugged the woman's shoulder. "I won't disappoint, Mother. As powerful and as big as this feels, I will not betray Mr. Rendra. I owe him two lives. Two of my greatest and most beloved women have been saved, Mr. Rendra."
Mom rubbed Dicky's arm. The woman knew her son liked Dita. Dicky is not easy to get close to women. But with Dita, her son looked happy. The only woman Dicky has ever been close to is Bella.
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In the morning Dita wakes up and helps Dicky's mother prepare breakfast.
"Let's just mother. You're sitting there" said Mother when she saw Dita helping her cook.
"I want to help you too, Mom. Let's know that good cooking."
"Mom Dita! Don't do anything. Later Mr. Rendra can be angry if you know Mom is cooking!" said Dicky.
"I'm just helping, Mother. After all, Mr. Rendra won't know if no one's reporting."
"I'll say again, Mom. Don't touch anything in the kitchen. Mom just wait for breakfast. Let me do it alone."
"Dicky's right, Dita. If anyone reports Dicky can be fired, Mr. Rendra. Not that I don't like being helped, but I don't want this to be a problem."
Filled with a frown rising from the front of the stove. As he passed Dicky, the woman pinched Dicky's arm. "Bawel, like a granny," he said.
The mother who saw was smiling. He knows Dita's a good boy. The woman just wants to help. However, I'm afraid it'll backfire on Dicky.
After breakfast, Dita and Tasya play coy on the porch of the house. While playing, Dita felt someone hugging her from behind.
I thought Dicky was joking with him. So Dita brushed off the hand that hugged her body.
Instead of releasing a hug, the person even peeked at Dita's cheek. The woman was shocked. Dita wanted to be angry, but stopped when she heard the voice of the person who hugged her.
"It was so bad," said the man and returned to kiss Dita's cheek. Tasya immediately went to see all those scenes.
Dita turned her head, looking at who it was. "Mas Rendra, I guess ...." Dita paused her speech.
"Who do you think I am?" ask Rendra.
"Nothing. Why did he come home. Did you finish your business?" tanya Dita switched the conversation.
"Aren't you happy that I'm coming home soon?"
"Happy, Mas. Just a wonder. Said a week. It's only been three days."
"I miss you!" said Rendra again. The man sat beside Dita and hugged the woman's body tightly. Rendra did not care about the neighbors or anyone passing by looking towards him.
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