BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)
CHAPTER 29: SECOND PUBERTY
Midlife crisis is better known as the second puberty, often in the realm of women in the age range of 30-40 years, can also be more than that number. That's for sure the range. This is not absolutely the case for everyone. It only happens to those who do not get the happiness that haqiqi from their respective spouses. At this age there is a decrease in happiness and life satisfaction. Feelings of dissatisfaction and boredom with career relationships, as well as life partners. In this case, there will be changes in the heart, including sudden irritability and sadness, even without obvious and important causes.
Not everyone experiences it, depending on the person in terms of managing the heart and himself. And Mutia is in this phase. Unfortunately, at this time, he was actually found with Dirga. Brondong trendy who has a million actions, as if so want it. Attention, even possessive treatment to aunt Mutia. Making Mutia's logic manage to convince her own heart, feeling that Dirga really wants and loves her.
Mutia's dissatisfaction will be minimal attention Pras, channeled to Dirga. Mutia was thirsty for praise, flattery was also sweet words that were able to make her mood happy. And what Dirga did to him produced its own endorphin enzyme. Dirga is able to give positive energy in Mutia, which results in a sense of happiness.
And all flavors ‘ingin’nya Mutia on Dirga. He can also distribute it to Pras, his halal partner. Lately Mutia has been more aggressive towards her husband. Ask first, even lead the game. Mutia closed her eyes every time she was on top of Pras' body, looking for Dirga's shadow as if she was being conquered. Mutia is wrong. But for him it was able to make his heart happy. So little by little his mind was divided between Pras and Dirga.
“Mama Ra-Ra's. Later that night we have an invitation to Hasan's event. Can you take some time? So that we can attend.” As Pras woke up talking to Mutia, he knew his wife still looked very tired. After his achievement last night, as a horseman long enough on it. Makes Pras happy, gets great service from his wife. Mana Pras knew that all the movements and tempest that attacked him last night, was part of the impingement of Mutia who had replaced Pras with Dirga in his mind.
“Huum ... where?” mutia asked with eyes that still wanted to be closed longer.
“Let's Lovely send the invitation.” What is difficult, Pras immediately said the location and the concept of the show. But ... if Pras says Hasan. Mutia should have understood. Hasan was part of his friends. Just like Berto. They were the ones who had appeared at the time of his first meeting with Pras. And Mutia knows this must be a small reunion of those who are still very keen to take care of their friendship together.
“I wear what clothes Mas ..?” tanya Mutia fishing, hoping the husband can provide input, advice is also a bit much opinion. So that he has a reference in terms of appearance.
“Mama Ra-ra is wearing any good clothes. Now your stomach is also a bit flat and a little flat ya.” Waiyit. What was that sentence? A compliment? Why does it sound so stiff.
“I'm kurusan ya, Mas?” Mutia sat down to hear the next speech, to be more clearly heard.
“Often worried anyway, if fitting ngeGyim ..?” uh she's nanyae .. just wondering. Say beautiful and you're more cursive of that cake. Huh. Stone.
Mutia was now not only lighter in weight. But the appearance is much smaller, fresh is also beautiful. The reason is because she is the owner of a beauty salon. Then he felt the need to do regular treatment, in addition to not wasting a lot of costs. He must also be a user of all maintenance items that the Salon offers to customers. Where people believe he owns a beauty salon, if he's bulluk.
Also now there is Dirga who can sometimes comment with the frontal about his appearance. Although the brondong never demanded that Mutia should be thin. But, by itself, Mutia felt the need to fight harder to knock out the fat growing in the wrong place.
“Ga ..” Mutia that morning did not take Radit nor Raisa. Pras himself decided to take their two children even without a driver. Somehow Pras looks loose with his office activities. Or because the service is amazing overnight from the wife, so look excited to start the day is also more attention to their child. And that void of time Mutia used to contact her brondongnya.
“Aunta cute kesayannganku. Beautiful this morning.” Yes they do call Video Call. Mutia was in her room, after a bath and slightly swept the powder and thin lipstick on the lips that had been tasted by the ketceh.
“Tante can solicit to a friend invitation Mas Pras.” Said directly. Without responding to the praise of Dirga who actually had made it flowery.
“Where ...?” ask Dirga kepo.
“Wow ... rich people tuh.” Reply Dirga.
“Lumayan success anyway, Bang Hasan. Indeed still descendants of the sultan, already from orok he is rich. And that's Mas Pras.”'s best friend Mutia.
“Oh.” Dirga replied he did not know what to comment.
“Tante wear what clothes yak? If the reunion is normal, aunt ga serepot this thought. Only this must have something to do with business affairs.” Mutia.
“Yes yes donk darling. Aunt is the CEO's wife. Appearance determines the future of the husband's business, from clothing to guest jewelry. Will be the attention of other guests.” Detailed Dirga carefully.
“Tante wear which shirt?” Mutia sounded confused.
“Sayang .. ngapain confused. My beloved body shape is now OTW Goal. Want to use anything must look beautiful, iih .. more for me klepel-klepek deh same aunt.” Woo Dirga. I see .. Mutia wants Pras to. He forgot it was Pras, not Dirga. Why demand that your husband be someone else.
“How to clock berpa?” ask Dirga more.
“Custom ... at 7pm.” Answer Mutia quickly.
“Dirga has 3 hours in from 11 to this afternoon. Want me to accompany find a dress that is suitable for aunt?” bargain Dirga without being asked.
Huh ..emamg something newer is always cooler than the old one. But that doesn't mean we throw away the old for something new. What is still unclear about certainty and sincerity is not.
“Dirga pick up at home or salon?” Waduuuh that brave brondong.
Dare to pick up at home?
Mutia who did not dare. Search dead?
That front gate guard's eyes want to be plugged first to be blind? Trus their mouths should be chopped with what, let's not give a report to the master. Even though Dirga had once drove him home in front of the house. However, Mutia could reason if Dirga was nothing more than a gojek driver.
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