BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 23: PETS

Mutia and Cia were immersed in the grief of the nest which was birthed by Cia's presence. How Mutia did not cry. The Cia household ran aground because of the third person. And it's not a woman, but a fellow man. The world is getting crazy.

Cia was almost crazy to make it. Mutia even remembered very well, how Cia had defended Rafael when his parents did not agree with the man of his choice. Cia's parents were a noble breed, there were still noble descendants. Her real name is Ajeng Ciawisesa Sudibyo. Where can marry an ordinary person, whose seeds, weights and weights are unclear.

But Cia stubborn, choose to run away and willing to be made pregnant first by Rafael her lover. And that's what got Rafael in the wind. Feeling Cia was too salty with him, so he was in control. Women who are said to be of noble descent. But willing to sleep before halal, at that time Rafael has not experienced severe s3ksual deviation, which turns out he belongs to the h0mos3ksual.

“Mut .. betrayed it hurts. Moreover, the culprit is the person we love the most.” Cia was still in a roaring cry.

Heey .. why Mutia remembered Pras, her husband. What he did with Dirga was classified as treason. Then will Pras be that disappointed if his actions are known.

“Aah .. but Mas Pras didn't love me.” Whispers of the inner voice eh no ding, the voice of the deploring demon that was lodged in the heart of a Mutia.

“Trus ... You now want how?” Mutia calms Cia.

“Pliis find me a rental house or a ride and if you can find me a job vacancy. I need a lot of money to appeal. My son should have me babysit him. Nanda will be mentally damaged if taken care of by the bagundal, Mut.” His waves still filled his olfactory organs.

“You can stay here. If you want to. You can also work at my salon. What part can you do? Being a cashier can be, if you do not have the basic as a hairdresser or anything. Only, I can't give you a big salary. Sorry, this business I just had and in the stub. So, I am still looking for ways to make this place crowded.” Mutia is kind. He was always sincere in helping others, only the rancid brondong, who made him look good. It's even slanted, crazy.

“No problem you can pay me anything. I can stay here for me very lucky. Even though my mom's door is still open to me. But .. My guts are not big to go home. I'll be back with Nanda someday.” He said with sparkling eyes, a little bit of sadness disappeared earlier. Find a friend who still deserves the title as his best friend.

“Above there are empty rooms. The previous owner lived here. Then get her soul mate, and decide to follow the husband. There are closets and bedding. We're just gonna clean up a little bit and put the sleeping gear on for a little while. Then it is livable.” Clearly Mutia with eyes fixed on her phone that did not sound but lit.

[Mumut darling .. I've been at the kost, much] Lakban .. duct tape where duct tape. Mutia's heart was almost dislodged. New time once got c1pokan. Dirga was already amnesiac if Mutia was 18 years older than him. Where is the usual aunt call he pinned as a sign of respect. Tengiiil.

[Polite, Ga] Mutia replied quickly.

[Tante Cute I sayank. The tamvan has been to kost safely 😘] Dirga revise his typing by returning the title of aunt and replace the word Muaach, with emt kiss. Hiii. Just make goosebumps disco. Mutia simply took a deep breath. Trying to hide his casamaran hue. Disrespectful according to him, draped on his happy pias, while his best friend had just lost her husband.

“How long have you been miara brondong?” Cia sensitive. Though Mutia hid her happy expression. Cia can still read it.

“Miara …? chicken times.” Tepis Mutia's. Trying not to confess.

“Truus what's the name if not miara? Remember the age of Mut. We are four heads. Lah him …? From the skin of his face alone is very clear, we even had time to be his mother.” Cia Cynics reappear. His heart saw the behavior of his best friend.

“You can lie to Pras or anyone else. But not from me.” Answer Cia who chose to go upstairs to ensure the state of caln new room.

“Dirga is too sweet to ignore.” Mutia lirih.

“What are you looking for from that unstable young man Mut? What is the lack of Pras as a husband who has even 17 years to give you.” Cia was clearly on Pras' side. For him enough of his household was destroyed, but not with Mutia.

“I'm tired of learning to love her. You were never in my position. I've been trying to look okay all along. And that saturation point appears.” Mutia might be able to keep quiet on Shane, Vinsha too Nunuk. Not with Cia.

“No. You're not being saturated. You're just meeting a new toy that shifts your focus. And that becomes your comparison. You wouldn't know which eggplant is bigger, if you only had one eggplant, right? But when many eggplants you have seen, it becomes your reason to choose and forget how valuable you have long had.” I don't know why Cia had to take eggplant as an illustration.

“Please .. don't eggplant the object. Me and Dirga are not as far as you think Cia.” is Mutia wanted to say they played clean, but didn't she. Just a few hours ago he broke the line.

“What's with Pras? Is the eggplant already withered?” Oh. Cia seprontal it turns out.

“Speaking what the hell ..?” Mutia tried to avoid.

“We are adults. It is natural we discuss. Don't forget I'm divorced because I'm no longer touched properly by Rafael. And it torments the mind. Rafael never wanted to part with me, as long as I wanted him to make love like an animal. Love does not have to be a slave. As a normal woman, obviously I itch.” Cia confessed her feelings brightly.

Mutia shook her head.

“No... Mas Pras does sometimes still give my rights as a wife.” Said slowly.

“Sometimes ... means not routine?”

“Mas Pras now rarely comes home on time Ci. If you go home it looks tired and not passionate. Not to mention since long ago, I have a house that is the equivalent of inanimate objects. Which he only uses when he needs to. I serve him with my heart, but he has no heart. For him the food on the dining table was all simsalabim without any struggle in terms of its processing. My heart needs compliments, flattery, even reproach. And Mas Paras is not that smart.” Mutia drained her feelings.

“You're childish.”Cia's knot is firm and cynical.

Seriate