BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 24: INSECURE

Usually Mutia only shared stories about her husband being a little talkative and insensitive. If the interlocutors are Shane, Visha and Nunuk. Not with Cia. He even busily asked Cia if she was truly guilty.

“So far I've looked like a psychic. Who must be smart to interpret what Mas Pras likes. For all my cooking, Mas Pras never complains. Whether it's delicious or not. I don't know what his favorite is ? If asked ... How is it, delicious? Ciaaa. That means I asked for a comment. But answers. Just be grateful for what is. I have to break Ci?” Mutia started her narrative. And Cia only provides the ear to be a listener.

“Until my appearance .. he never insulted my chubbiness, and never praised when my BB was ideal. Ci .. I'm a social creature. I need a compliment. I need communication between people, especially my own husband. Am I wrong to feel like a man who loves himself? As strong as steel undergo everything by fingering without cueing. And a ban sign from the rang I've chosen to live forever with me?” Mutia really felt right if for him it was included in the group in zolimi.

“You're just widening a small problem. Out there, there are still many more sick than you. Her cheating husband, KDRT, Drunk, Judi never even provided birth and inner correctly. But they still survive. No rush to decide to betray like you.” Waw .. Checkmate! Where was it yesterday? When it's not all started yet. Maybe Mutia won't be the perpetrator of the affair.

“I did not betray Ci. I'm just 'playing' call this refreshing.” His answer still justified his actions with Dirga.

“Oh ... is playing? Come on, don't play too far. Afraid of straying and forgetting to go home.” Cia finally gave up on Mutia's crazy decision. Because the husband is not good at praising him, he already feels right doing the affair. Fucking moron.

The day passed. Cia who then lived settled on the second floor shop where the Beauty Salon owned by Mutia was operating. Cia has no basis in the field of hairstyles. Then sure enough, he was entrusted with managing finances, as Mutia's assistant. And closely supervise the officers who work there. So that their performance is monitored and customers are served better. Making Mutia could indeed be looser to coming to that part-time workplace.

[My dear Auntie ... can you go to the hostel?] don't ask who that is from? Must be from the Tengil brondong.

[Ngaco .. what?] Reply Mutia who had just sat behind the wheel of her car, was about to leave for the Salon.

[Deleg fever, tan. Her boyfriend in the canticle donk] Reply Brondng it, either real or just mode.

[Lies] Type Mutia briefly.

A pic thermometer is clearly displayed, there is a series of numbers there. Thirty Nine point Eighty Nine Degrees Celsius.

“That's really hot, Ga.” Mutia delayed her departure. For the sake of contacting her unstable lover first. With Video Call call.

“That said hot lie who?” it looks like the body is falling down with a lethargic face.

“Ya .. sorry. Auntie thinks you're kidding. Medicine is already ?” the question is a bit panicked.

“Number ..”

“Why?”

“Ga has stock.”

“Huh ... what would you like to eat?” tanya Mutia was still in anxious mode.

“Eating lips aunt.” Answer pranks.

“Ga ..!” Mutia's facial skin warmed up, slightly red with embarrassment over her.

“Oke ... aunt to there, now.” To the Dirga boarding house was not the first time, Mutia had been invited to visit where Brondong lived. Because there's something to take when they're dating. But, Mutia was just waiting in the car. Not going into his room.

And the news of Dirga's pain is now enough to make Mutia panic. As sweet as Mutia knows, if Radit or Raisa is sick. Dirga who now has a special throne in the heart of Mutia. Mutia was able to confirm if he loved the ketceh brondong. So it has started to be willing to sacrifice for the sake of the ketceh. Or maybe Mutia has OTW bucin on Brondong's secret.

“What number is your room, Ga?” without further ado Mutia immediately knocked out Dirga with a voice call. While continuing down the road that Dirga passed to go to the boarding house.

“Hah …? Aunty really to kost?” Dirga sounded shocked. Whether it's acting or real.

“Pake tanya ... You will be sick again. Here's aunty bring your order medicine and porridge.” Mutia replied as she walked and wildly entered the hallway towards the Dirga boarding house.

“Wah so ngerepotin, tan.” Answer's flat. Maybe because she was sick, Mutia felt if Dirga's voice sounded different. Not spoiled as usual.

“Tante has entered the road yesterday that you passed, keep aunt where is this?” mutia asked sounding impatient.

“Heem, on the right. Paint Oren. Room number 3, tan.” He said in a voice that sounded round and echoed. I don't know why.

Mutia was already in front of the room that read number 3. The door seemed to open a little, and there was a sandal that looked like it belonged to a woman. The color is cream, the pinch model has a ribbon in the middle. It can't be Dirga's.

“Excuse me..” Mutia speaks right in front of that half-open door.

“Iya ..” Female voices heard coming from inside. Following the figure of the woman's body stepped closer to the origin of the voice in front of the door.

“This cost Dirga ..?” mutia asked the young lady who approached her from inside.

“Iya ..” The woman replied looking confused and looking at Mutia like a stare stripped Mutia from above and below, many times. Mutia did the same, watching the young, beautiful and sexy woman closely. With an unpleasant feeling.

“Oh ... This is the title yes. Medication and porridge orders. Say sorry, I was in a hurry.” Mutia had no interest in lingering there. His heart suddenly shrieked, looking at the girl who welcomed the medicine and porridge earlier. Dream specs of all men.

“Hah .. oh yes.” That's the girl's answer. Welcoming the paper bag that Mutia handed over. With a somewhat confused feeling.

[He who?] Mutia impatiently wanted to know who the woman in Dirga's room was. When he was in his car, turn on the engine so that the AC comes to life. Mutia immediately sent a short message.

[Who ..?] Dirga asked Mutia, not understanding.

Mutia turned off her phone. It was upset when he was excited to visit a sick heart lover and enough to make him anxious. But after arriving at the place, it was not the longed face that appeared but a young woman. Pake another pair of shorts. Mutia insecure.

Drowning with the bustle in the Salon was Mutia's choice now. Without interference from the phone that has never been far from his grasp. Then decide to return to Shane's hangar with Cia, his best friend.

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