Asmara Mist

Not Widows and Widows

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Haris is getting upset. Forced to stop the activities he wanted to start, even though at the bottom of the pants he was wearing was already tight to torture him.

In a state of annoyance after death, Haris also rose to his feet along with pulling a blanket to cover the upper part of Manda's body that was already exposed.

"I open the door first. Stay here, don't wear clothes," Haris said and turned his body, picking up the t-shirt that had been thrown on the floor.

But when the door was revealed, his reflexes retreated jolted with what he saw before his eyes. "Ma—mama what's going on here?" tanya Haris stuttered in great shock.

Snorting with breaths rising and falling in a blanket of emotion, the woman before Haris suddenly shouted out her anger. "Mama should ask, why is Papa here! Married again! Then OK, get married again. We're divorced and we're back to all the treasures my family gave us!"

"Ma—Ma— Papa can be clear," said Haris begging to try to convince the woman he called by the name of mama.

Screaming, looking at Haris in disgust then the woman brushed off Haris' hand, and went into the room to the bed where Manda was shocked, confused and embarrassed by the situation that was happening to him.

"Basic lady actor! Not doing anything, until your man's husband is kicked!"