Between Me and My Husband

The Seedlings of Dipta?

"I've forgotten I've seen your stuff there, so what am I moving it for." I replied after being so astonished by his attitude.

His words seemed hostile to me but he always displayed his smile. Really weird, can that be?

"Say where it is. Those things, I've been preparing for a long time. You didn't mean to take it from me, did you?" He said again with his back. His eyes became sharper.

I was thinking, why did he fuck with his stuff. I don't want to be curigesy, what he keeps. Could it be a box of treasure?

"Maybe you brought him to this house? Quickly give it all to me! Or do you want to take what I have again?" Again he spoke while scanning every corner of this house.

Hah. I became sorry, why did I not accept Amel's invitation to do nugas. I don't have to meet this Del del duel.

"Sir, I reiterate again. I didn't touch your stuff there, let alone move. Besides, did I ever take anything from you?" I riled with a ka-zet-el tone. The question was like accusing me of stealing something from him.

"You take the Creator from me, if you forget. I've even been kind to you not to force him to take responsibility on this kid."

Wow, really daebak nih women. After yesterday's tragedy, he still dared to claim that the baby in his birth was Mas Dipta's son.

"Is the boy really His son, Mas Dipta? Not your sugar daddy?" I am nyeplos. If he suddenly stress and fainted piye? Yesterday he could not be depressed, had to relax, whatever he wanted.

Well if you model kayak gini, mosok yes I nurut aja gaes. If she's not pregnant, she wants to be ungrateful, pithes that way.

"Don't just say you! Anita was just jealous and envious because her father loved me more than he loved her. And I consider his father no more like Papa Dhani." Elaborateness.

"Mas Dipta refused if it was his son, there was no evidence anyway." I said I don't want to believe that with her words.

"Kania, you're a woman and maybe you'll be a mother. There will come a time when you will have to fight for your child's life. Right now I'm doing it like that. It's okay if this kid is not recognized by his biological father, but I'm trying to get him his rights. So I beg you, tell me where my stuff is?" Ask again, this time I saw his eyes pleading.

I was touched by his words. Is that how it is to be a mother? My chest is a little tight now.

"Mom, I didn't take it. Why don't you ask Mama and Papa or Mas Dipta. Maybe they are the ones who move. Can I help you ask?" I said sympathize.

I was thinking maybe it's his valuables that he purposely cuddles for emergencies at times. But what emergency? Isn't she pregnant out of wedlock, she's still well received in Papa and Mama's family?

Delia did not reply, her face a little upset. He even*******-****** his finger.

"Is that really important?" I asked again to see the look on his face.

"Yes it's important, at least I have a handle on it if something bad happens to me."

"What's the bad one like?"

"I'm just a foster child there, you think I'll be well received again when I get pregnant out of wedlock? Especially yesterday I heard Anita coming to make a scene at home. His father was one of the big investors in the company, guess who would you choose if you were them? Shameful foster kid or investor with big cash injection?" Riled.

My heart is so shaky. A moment ago I did not like Delia so much, but right now I am so sorry for her. On the boy in the birth too. My soul thrashed, nyesek.

"You're right you don't know, I'm leaving now." He said he had arrived, and he had stood up to go out of the house.

I followed him to his feet, and momentarily prevented him from leaving the house. There's something still in my heart.

Delia threw out my hand preventing him from leaving. She looked at me deeply, but a smile began to rise back on her lips. Smirk's smile.

"You think I'm bullshit? This child is his flesh and blood, I'll make sure this boy gets his due." He answered and left without me preventing it anymore.

Duileeeh.., batch style dah. Someone wants to prevent it too. I was just being brokenheart. My loved ones, fillers and adoration of my heart mosok yo he could have betrayed me.

As a woman, I became a man. What I'd better do. Delia got pregnant and said it was a seed from my husband, while my husband said it was not his son. I have to believe who tried? Maybe there's a DNA test for a fetus, but I don't know the risk yet.

That afternoon Mas Dipta came when I was daydreaming in front of the flaming tv. He was right next to me, nyelonjor.

"See what kind of event, really serious? My greeting is not answered." Her speech.

I looked at him, looking at him inside. And suddenly I wanted to cry.

"Why isn't this ready? Who'd want to rush into Mama's house last night?" Ask again.

"No, we're at home." My answer.

"Huh, seriously? I'm okay, we're at home." He said while mesam-machine full mode.

What the heck Mas.I'm still upset even in that modusin. Tauk ah, I nyuekin he who mlipir to the room. I'm really following you, emoh ah. I was put on the spot, continued Semedi.

A few moments later, Mas Dipta came out of the room already too late seger. He also changed his clothes with his clothes. Training pants and thin plain white t-shirt.

"Nia, feel right in front of the tv. You see tv what tv sees you. Nightmare dirty ya.." maybe he even menggeledek that.

People do not realize so much if again in thought. I just glanced, my tail followed him to the dinner table. And without a burden she opens the hood of the serving on the table. There was only our breakfast sandwich this morning.

"Last-later, I feel you rarely cook. I miss the taste of your cooking, cook dong Babe." He said I'm back on my way.

Chapter beb chapter of what dah. I looked at her with sadness, my eyes began to glaze over. As soon as he saw me, he was immediately shocked and flabbergasted.

"Kania, are you crying? Okay, don't cook papa. Don't cry about dong. You're sensitive, again pms huh?" He said rubbing my back gently. I'm getting sobbing.

"Mas.. mas, for example if we divorce guess I can cepet move on not yes from you?" I asked because while crying.

"uh? What, divorce? You won't be able to move on from me. Don't expect it, so we'll never get divorced. You're a big one again, aren't you?" He said he was shocked to get upset.

"Mas, I don't want to be a child's barrier from his father's confession."

"Whose son?"

"Children of Mas Dipta with Mbak Delia. He needs your recognition as his father."

"Good Kania.. You're the only woman I've planted a seed with. So how's the story I planted a seed on you, Delia's gonna harvest?" He rubbed his face rough.

Huh uh? Plant seeds? This is about planting, right?