BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 3: GOOD LOOKING

Mutia soon forgets her frustration with Indah, her husband's secretary. Thanks to the help of Dirga. The handsome man, young and cheerful impressed was also the rada of the rancid. No matter what magic he used, so within minutes of their introduction, Dirga was able to divert a problem as big as coral into pebbles even just as dust flakes, in Mutia's mind.

“Iya Mas, I will also enter.” Mutia was back on friendly fashion on her husband who had just draped a blanket over her shoulder.

Pras is so. I don't know what romantic level it goes in numbers if it is sorted from numbers one to ten. Want to be given a zero, it's outrageous. To be loved 9, certainly not appropriate. Want to be given 3, but sometimes can also do unexpected things, which fall in the category of romantic anyway.

In the past, they only had one 4-wheeled vehicle. He always prepared a raincoat behind the seat of a two-wheeled vehicle without a roof that Mutia used. So that his wife is never confused and afraid of death when it rains.

“Mas yes, who prepared a raincoat in my motor seat ..?”

“Iya.”

“Thank you for the attention, I don't want me to be sick, do you?” mutia fishing line. Wish her husband was with her. Pras's omens really want him to always be healthy as proof of his love for Mutia.

“No. I don't want you to come home late. And remiss with your homework.” Heeeer. That was not the time, the answer Mutia wanted. Nyesel is nanya. The effect is cranky again when you talk. But .. yes that is Pras. Who is not good at choosing words around to make his wife feel flattered.

Miraculously, it did not make Mutia tired to keep trying to understand the character of her husband. Mutia used to ask, rather reminiscing about the times, why they had finally decided to get married. Gratitude-thankful Pras can say love, but the result is a big zero.

“Mas ..”

“Hm ..”

“Then why did we suddenly get married huh?”

“Honey alone, there are virgins nganggur.” Answer's flat. Maybe he meant joking. But Pliis, her face is not that flat too, plate! Take out flat screen TV. The vow.

“Hiish .. sorry yes nganggur. I used to work as an intern, not unemployed.” Upset Mutia.

“Iya .. virgin intern.” Continue to improve the vocabulary which also does not give the effect of flowering in the heart of the wife.

“Dh. Tell me because I love you so much and I love cake, so. “ Rutu annoyed with the husband's answer far from the sentence, about making him soar and soar into the air so happy.

“Iya .. because it is also.” He replied as Mutia was about to go away from him.

“That's what mas ..?” Mutia turned around wanting to hear the word love in a clear and straightforward form from the mouth of the husband.

“Which ...?” cecar Muti wants recognition.

“Ya that was. Speech by yourself to forget.” Heh, bushel. Mutia was the one who left. Now there was only Mutia left who she lived alone in a feeling of utter pride. Assembles.

That's the picture of Mutia's household. Until the age of seventeen, not because there is no aral in it. The two of them simply did not squash each other with the problems that appeared on the surface. Mutia often compares the way her husband treats her to her friend's husband, which Mutia says is super romantic. But Pras says, "Marry your friend's husband, I'm not him." Yes .. but that's also the solution. Changed dikit cake.

“Mas ..Mbak Widya fitting his birthday, bought a diamond bracelet you know by her husband. Very cool her husband, can pinter so choose her, very good. Want ah once a birthday in buyin like that by Mas Pras Mahendra.” Thus Mutia, not the type of woman who is good at keeping her dreams, she is always open to reveal the contents of her heart and what desires in her head. So Pras is not tired of guessing what he wants. So that at the time of Mutia's birthday he immediately thrust an envelope filled with money on Mutia.

“Nih .. You bought yourself the birthday gift you wanted. Don't want to lose to your Widya Mbak.” Apparently in that silence, he was a good reminder. About everything Mutia had told him. If so, Pras' romantic performance, you can add 1 to the number 4. Yeah, yeah, huh?

Oh yes .. Pras' silent attitude is only on the sentence. Silent alias. It is different from their biological needs. It was quite inversely proportional to his economical way of speaking. Pras is quite a tough man and never want to be rejected if the matter of asking for his rights as a husband.

Maybe in that part, the inner Mutia is fulfilled. Makes her forget the lack of her husband who does not talk much but does a lot of work. Pras seems to be more happy to give action than narration. Pras' love cannot be represented through words, so much his love for Mutia. He enjoyed his wife in a way.

Loving in silence, fulfilling all Mutia's needs as Mutia wishes. In any form. Pras really loves Mutia as she is. He spoils Mutia too much, until Mutia has no control for herself. It was visible from the appearance of Mutia's body now.

The beautiful, white and slim Mutia in her maiden days. Now it has transformed like a bad duck. She is not a woman who cares about her body shape, which is increasingly irregular. For him as long as Pras does not complain, he will eat or cuek only. After all, she looks according to her husband's taste.

“Mas ... I am now fat really huh ?” ask Mutia one day.

“You weigh yourself.” Pras replied in his flagship flat mode.

“Iih .. Mas. Fatty kalo says.” Mutia straight nyolot.

“That's important healthy and happy.” He kissed his wife's forehead. Well, loo, if you know Mutia melenyot donk. Stay in the kiss of husband. It means she's still that attractive in front of her husband. Then, for what he is tired of jogging, set a diet. When he was fat, he was never insulted. And later when thin was certainly not received praise from the super irrit husband talk it.

[Mut, ngegym yuk. In my studio there is a new instructor. Ketceh] fills Shane's chat into Mutia's phone when she opens her eyes. After last night being in her husband's arms in a hotel room. And it is considered Mutia as the honeymoon version Pras.

[Switch the time. Not going skinny as well I'd say] Mutia replied curiously. Mutia seems anti if invited gymnastics, zumba, ngegym or anything that smells body drug. For him gain, benefit.

[Eh .. rice puffer. Three months you are 40 years old. Loe give gift dong to yourself loe. By changing the size of your clothes. Don't worry.Loe is far from good looking]

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