BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 12: DISPENSER

The pearl is the figure of a dream wife, in addition to obedience to the husband. Also very attentive with their children. Yes. All wives should be, and all mothers are obliged to love the children they have born. This is not a strange phenomenon. That's fitrah. Which is already a right and an obligation that must be borne.

Only sometimes terbesit feeling tired that Mutia felt, because she felt she was struggling to keep the household balance to be always intact. While the association around it is very old. Mutia was not in a healthy friendship zone. He's in a brengs3k circle. Call it the wrong place to choose a place to hang out. Maybe by expanding the association with mothers in the mosque, it should be able to bring it into a better circle than now.

But it seems like he could not do that. Now Mutia felt her heart was being stretched. His heart is broken and he is not okay. Couples love each other can run aground and decide to separate from each other because they feel they are not in line. Then what about Mutia who even from the beginning knew and married Pras can be counted with fingers. Pras declares his love. The rest Mutia only thought if their togetherness was based on love.

Unfortunately ... simply by hearing the confession Dirga wants him. His heart was already in the water. But not necessarily Dirga serious.

“Laah .. who would you like? Do you have a girlfriend?” tanya Mutia made sure of things she had never asked before, but it was enough to make her curious and curious.

“Dirga wants same cute aunt only, can.” Lightning …? outside there's lightning. But there was no rain. Then why did the heart of Mutia duar duer hear the words of brondng ketceh.

“Of course can not donk Ga.Tante this wife of people, mama of two children who aunty born himself. As for you, you are single. Not that too kali.” Mutia was trying to break the strange feeling that had just attacked her just now. Yes, his heart rhythm was sudden koplo. The words that Dirga said earlier, as if repeated when he was still in a gray uniform. That was a long time ago. Ancient times. And it was an indescribable sweet time. Time he only knew, go home to school to eat. Don't know if the rice supply is still there or not.

“Tante Nunuk is also the wife of tan people. But why did you tell Dirga last night to be with him?” Back to asking.

“Because aunt Nunuk does want you.” The answer is no less fast.

“So Aunt Cute who doesn't want to be with Dirga?” what the hell is this kid. Mutia becomes a keki herself.

“Ngomng what the hell, really ngaco. Udah, aunt to sleep.” Ketus Mutia ended the unauthorized voice call. Restless heart in the crowd of questions and statements of the rancid brondong.

Not really useful. Only Mutia herself was confused by the direction of their chat. Ga clear. He's scared too. Because it feels strange, suddenly can often be chat notifications and in calls by brondong yesterday afternoon with a frequency that even exceeds the eating schedule.

At the gym, on a different day, but still with the same people. Only this time without Dirga.

[Tante ... this afternoon with Gym again?] chat brondy

[Hem’em] reply is brief.

[Yin yes tan. There is a two-day wedding job, out of town] continued the chat. Chat that Mutia did not expect.

[Who is absent from the Gym] Mutia is still sane, trying not to feel the unfaithful report of this ketceh.

[Yes ... times anyone found Dirga.] Answer stoic.

[Maybe Nunuk.] Reply Mutia while putting lotion on the surface of her skin.

[Dirga wants Aunt Cute who is looking for Dirga.] Kok maksa yaak's.

[Profit] type in Mutia, neutralizing her feelings.

[Tante .. Dirga wants to go to work. Prayers to go and go home.] Caper is brondong.

[Well ... that's donk. Kan aing became his work spirit. Aunt be careful too. His eyes do not be naughty with the tutor at the Gym] heh ... Who are you? Eye-numbing Mutia.

[Who are you .. eyes – eyes guweeh, why are you restless.] The young soul of Mutia was lured to get a chat that became increasingly strange from Dirga the ketceh.

[Dirga Rahardian, aunt.] And the chat was just in let Mutia leave a small green circle on the flat object in her hand. Which means, the chat was deliberately not opened even though the state of his phone is still written online.

“Gimana .. is getting more benefits ngeGymnya Mut? In bed can be more biting donk, more agile and agile because it can do exercises.” Shane Tau-tau had just sat down next to Mutia who had just finished training with a sweat that made her clothes wet.

“Nigging ? what's connection?” Mutia was a little surprised by all the words of her friend.

“Ga do not hesitate to bego deh. By exercising all our muscles become tight. No exception to our kew4nitaan muscle. Must be getting greget.” Shane goes into more detail.

“You're Shane the Bego. Forgot .. if Pras is an ice cube. Where can muji Mutia, try.” Vinsha knows how Mutia and Pras are.

“Nah .. Vinsha only tau.” Mutia just chuckled. It was common knowledge that Mutia's household was flat, rich in white stripes on black asphalt. Exactly marqa cross road.

“Ya time ... arrived now already CEO, he was little changed so.” Shane tries to pry Mutia's story.

“Yes changed. It's getting colder. Mas Pras is getting busier and rarely comes home on time, has a high position is more work huh?”whether it's complaining or just venting. Mutia felt the need to share.

“That's Mut's department risk. Actually with the high office. Make your husband have the authority to delegate to his confidants to do the work. But .. yes, Pras perfectionism. It is not easy to believe in the work of others. Nothing he should do. Be, high position, even make him play bothered.” Nunuk judged Mutia's husband.

“Ya already .. if indeed he is getting cold. You're the one who's hot.” Advice Vinsha.

“You think I'm dispenser .. ntar cool, hot.” Kekeh Mutia's.

“You're not tired of that Mut? Playing the cake. Shane always tries to whisper something that makes Mutia's belief to be loyal collapsed.

“Where?”

“You know ga... Why do I ask you to gym here?” shane Fishing.

“Why?”

“Because your tutor Ozzi likes you.” Shane pointed with his mouth. The perfect athletic body figure that has been this week patiently became Mutia's tutor in terms of building her muscles in Shane's sanggar.

“Pliis deh Shan.. don't be weird.” Hardik Mutia was amused by Shane's strangest way of thinking.

Not finished his heart business to Dirga. Why Now Shane is like an Ozzi nawarin cake fried banana.

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