Bojomu My spirit

Hmm, Kaaan

Bu Ratih tried to calm his single son-in-law, the emotions of women will indeed be very yawning when discussing infidelity.

While Arya and Mr. Darma are waiting for a confession from the goddamn friend in his office, the man will come home, explaining to Ajeng the intention of the corrupt household.

Because of that silly idea, tonight almost his bird fight strong-forces with garden scissors.

"Well, this is it, Dear!" Arya exclaimed, her face reddened and wanted to hit Roy if she did not remember Arun.

Ajeng stood up while holding Arun who was fussy, as if he felt the mother's grief, his eyes that had never been wet with tears, now imprinted and it made Arya feel failed to be a husband, he said, though his wife always obeyed, in any case up to the bed, Ajeng always obeyed.

"Dear, it's Roy, he's gonna tell you!"

Arya pushed Roy closer, if he could want to step on, he was furious because he had shed the tears of his wife.

Ajeng gives Arun to Ratih's mother, yet wants her son touched Arya, still cold war.

"You're here to tell me that I was forced by Mas Arya to do something or is this your crazy idea?" Ajeng does not want to talk even though he is the type of person who likes it.

Roy nodded. "Crazy idea, Ma'am. Arya and I have known for a long time, usually if work likes a prank, yesterday there was information from my wife pregnant, incidentally Arya again discussed wanting to have a child, and then there was a, so just prank I love him secretly, uh yearya he did not check, until the poor Mbak. But, that oath has my wife, want to work the Aryan," he explained.

Inexplicably hearing him make Ajeng cry again, he ran to the room leaving Arun and the others.

For a while, Ajeng should be left alone, although heavy and itchy mouth invites Ajeng to talk, Arya hold while accompanying Arun to play.

"Dear, can I come in?"

"Yes," answered Ajeng timidly, how not, earlier he was willing to cut his favorite whipped bird with garden scissors, he could regret for life.

Arya lay down her daughter, she let also the wife open the stall in front of her eyes, she rolled back Ajeng, hugging his dear wife.

"I'm sorry, Dear." Arya whispered.

Ajeng nodded, he almost cried again instead, afraid of garden scissors floating by himself, he could invite wrestling a thousand moves if to injure a large-sized bird shake.

"I'm getting married to you, all just for you, Dear. There is no such thing as a girl lyrics other than you, want any model, I prefer you, let alone already have Arun, which is there all day I work, inget you guys continue, let alone Arun, you can not take care of Arun who began to be active alone, afraid you are tired, really no holes or gaps for a third person, even if there is Arun and his future sisters, Dear." Arya kecup-tiny nape Ajeng nape. "Huummm .. There is nothing more delicious than the typical wry smell of your neck, Dear, want to be sucked and continue to smell...."

He looked up, his eyes narrowed. "What I do smell like is wry, Mom?"

"Emm, no, I mean it-"

He curled his lips down. "Wes tomorrow-tomorrow no need to buy me soap from Korea, Mas. It must be that, it doesn't smell in me!"

Kan. ...