
Mutia had never heard the words flattery, prohibition, rebuttal as well as a statement of love repeatedly from a Pras. So he just thought everything he did was right, according to his version. In any business. For her husband's love for her, maybe Pras is. Not good at expressing feelings. But his efforts to always be a husband who meets the needs of his birth and inner, enough for him. According to Mutia, perhaps it was a form of responsibility and affection for his wife and their children, perhaps.
So even in the dimness of heart and feeling Pras that looks gray. Mutia had been very trying to understand and understand the shortcomings of her husband. Promoting the position of husband through Nunuk, is one of the efforts that he can do, so that the husband gets the best position in the company that has been since decades where he served.
Mutia always said that she loved Pras as her husband, and every day always learned to love the man who had even fathered her two children. In fact, with her efforts to promote the office for her husband. It's part of the taste that's more than dear to Pras. Only Mutia did not realize nor did she admit it. If Pras was a special person in his heart.
The car that Mutia was driving with Cia, had already stopped in front of her Salon shophouse. The salon closes at 7 p.m. And by the time they got to the front, it was almost 8 p.m. So the atmosphere is very quiet, because the employees have closed the shop. But Mutia has not yet come down from the mbil. His eyes almost came out when he saw the man who claimed to be sick and delivered medicine and porridge this afternoon. He was seen standing in front of the building.
“Dirga ..?” he said with a rather loud tone of voice. With his head he let out a little through the window he opened.
“Why is aunty's phone dead?” Dirga doesn't wait until later. He immediately walked closer to Mutia's mobi, right near Mutia's face that was headed out earlier.
“Hah .. ?” Mutia pretended to be surprised.
“May run out of power.” Mutia continued to lie.
“I'm in first yes, Mut.” Cia doesn't want to interfere. Choosing the entrance to the shophouse that has become his residence is what he must do. Maybe there is something important between the aunt and the brondongan.
Nodding and throwing a thin smile at Cia, without at the command Dirga had already taken a position next to the wheel. Replaced Cia earlier.
“You still sick Ga, why come out?” Mutia stuck her forehead on Dirga's forehead. And it still feels warm, surely the young man's responsibility has not healed properly.
“Iya .. indeed. And the cave gets sicker when aunt's phone dies.” Dirga spoke in a flat voice.
Mutia turned on the engine, carrying the four-wheeled vehicle to slide from the front of her frame. It was uncomfortable to park in front of it. There's Cia in it who's sure to wonder what she and Dirga are doing in her car.
“Although aunt phone should be on 24 hours?” Mutia continued the chat, when the position of the car was already above the highway. The goal is the Dirga boarding house. He felt the need to take this brondng immediately home and rest.
Mutia was silent. Not willing to answer Dirga's advice that he will also do it, if the power of his phone is really exhausted.
“Last mobile phone is active. After auntie asked ‘dia who’ and I reply ‘aoh’ .. then mobile aunt off. Aunt is angry with Aline. Aunty is suspicious of the girl in Dirga's room... Yes kaan?” Without asking Dirga has explained if the name of the young woman, the dream spec is Aline. Mutia was still silent. Waiting for his son to continue his words.
“Aunty call time, Dirga in toilet. Boker again. I really don't know who is in the room. Dirga had to go out to find out who was at the door. And meet the aunt who suddenly came.” His words sound annoyed.
“Tante must have been thinking about Aline. She's the daughter of a boarding mother, used to go in and out of Dirga's room, deliver clean clothes. Mother Cost has a loundry business. Now Dirga more and more tasks right and Job smoothly, so Dirga clothes now in the laundry only.” Dirga sounds like he still wants to explain to other lovers his age. Dirga was very sensitive, when he knew Mutia's phone was dead, after chatting only, he seemed to feel the need to straighten and explain until the light. Confirm. Huh .. can again be different from Pras. Boro-boro explains something, by the way rarely.
“Tante don't believe it, if Aline's son mother boarding? Let's go there acquaintance.” Challenges brave. Making Mutia's heart suddenly believe in the explanation of her dark lover.
“Very important yes .. aunty acquaintance with him. Why?” Finally Mutia spoke. It was as if his heart was fine. In fact, he is indeed four suudzons on Dirga.
“Tante .. that's Dirga's girlfriend. Gueh not only likes aunts, but also loves. I don't want aunt to think wrong. Could've been a jealous aunt, same Aline. When you want to see a girlfriend. The one that came out was another girl in my hostel.” Dirga cenayang well, kok know if it was aunty padlockur.
“Jealous …? You are far away he thought. It was Ga noon. The driver who used to pick up Raisa was on clearance. So the aunt has to pick him up quickly from school. Then it's different hours with Raditkan. Raisa aunty takes her home, then Radit later. Aunty ngurir really since noon, until he had no time to hold the phone again. Until the time, the phone is still on the dashboard in a state of death. This has nothing to do with the girl in your hostel.” Cihuuuuy .. Mutia has been smarter to make up stories, to save himself. Prestigious was he, if caught had been jealous and insecure with the Aline earlier.
“Oh …. Thank goodness that aunt didn't think wrong. Tan, Dirga seriously dear aunt. Comfortable with tenate. So Dirga does not want us to misunderstand or how. Dirga's mind can't calm down.” I'm honest.
“Sorry yes, make you overthingking.” Mutia's smile spread with a little look on the face of her ketceh lover.
“Where are we? Not so go back to the kost?” ask Dirga who thought he would be brought home by his cute aunt.
“We eat first. Let's go home later you just eat bat and rest.” Mutia Assertive. Same with mommy. His attention is full, let alone the business of fulfilling the nutrition of a sick boy. Don't ask how she feels, healing is her main target. Healthy is his dream.
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