BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 38: FORGETTING THE DAY

The party had finished well, many guests were present with abundant food supplies. Because the event was indeed made for a large portion and exceeded the estimate. Hasan did not want to be ashamed of trivial things in his show.

Hustle and bustle party is over, but not with the rest of heart Mutia, who has not even arrived at her house alone has again missed her trendy brondong figure. The one that night was just wrapped up in a regular shirt complete with a vest that looked the same as Timn huh. There is nothing special about that look, for the common man. Only someone will always look alluring in the eyes of the person who has excessive interest in the person. And Dirga was already the one who was special in Mutia's heart.

On the way home with Pras, Mutia closed her eyes, hoping to realize that Dirga was no longer visible. But he failed to cast away Dirga's shadow which always seemed clear in his eyes. Even in every breath she took, Mutia felt that Dirga was there, sharing it. Free to close his eyes, because the touch of Dirga's hand was still warm touching every inch of his body, and it made his heart rustle back.

Mutia took longer to clean her body, opting for a bath that night. Still hope the ritual can wash the former touch of his lover. But, precisely the fine feathers bristled. Mutia is getting homesick.

Pras was already on top of his bed, with his pajama clothes buttoned up front. Scrolling flat objects, just looking at some photos of the event earlier, hoping drowsiness will come soon. So that the sun is ready to kick the moon who is doing its job in space. But it can't, Pras failed. Because Mutia did not even wear sleeping clothes, when her body was cold and fragrant, who still only used a towel after coming from the bathroom earlier, dunking the light in their room. And immediately took a sitting position on the belly of her husband.

Mutia's hands nimblely separated the buttons and pajama holes Pras used, a hard code for a Pras. Mutia wants him so badly tonight. Then .. whether Pras feels the need to waver in the loyalty of the wife. Even when he saw his wife was alone in the rooftop with the young man, but when they got home he was the horse and Mutia the great rider that night.

How unfortunate is the fate of Pras, where with all his heart trust the wife is a faithful woman. He was grateful that they were no longer young. But the wife always has a spirit that does not recede even more feel more flirtatious and serve him. What is Pras's reason for suspicion. When he was almost overwhelmed in herbal medicine the wife who looks energetic. Darling, Pras can only feel. But not good at penetrating the heart of the wife. Mutia's heart is filled with Dirga shadow, with the help of dim room light. He closed Pras' lips and imagined that his opponent was now the tenacious dedeg.

“What does your Salon need to be added treatment options or what to further support to be more advanced?” That morning Pras and Mutia woke up early, and as Mutia was about to wake up, Pras pulled Mutia's hand, then seemed to ask his wife to sleep longer with her arm.

“Heem .. don't know.” Mutia's life has not been fully fused, having been torn between dream and reality. He realized last night had just made incredible love, having done it with Pras but the taste of Dirga. Jahaad.

“Not overnight you will cooperate with the EO party, maybe there is something that needs to be upgraded in order to better support that cooperation.” Pras continued, which turned out to be far enough to think, Mutia's relationship with the EO party last night.

“Ga there is a need in Upgrate to support that cooperation, just my heart is already bound without a letter with one of EO's employees.” Mutia replied inwardly. It is not possible that Mutia was honest with Pras, is not he still sure will spend the rest of his life with his legal husband.

“Then how will your cooperation form?” This morning Pras quite talk to Mutia who is still armed with his arms open.

“Most Hanny who joined the casting location, to ensure the makeup that has been made remains neat and does not break when sweat comes.” Mutia hugged Pras' body. Which until the age of 5 is still good. Not sagging just not too formed anymore muscles. But for the size of old OTW men the age of Pras, his body shape is not neat, still included in the ranks of men are good at maintaining body shape.

Pras just nodded.

“Mama Ra-Ra .. happy with this job?” maybe the effect of last night's horseback riding made Pras this morning sound like he wanted to make sure his wife felt. Or he was disturbed by Berto's words about women's feelings that he had to ask Mutia directly.

“Very happy, mas. Thank you yes.” Mutia replied, peeping Pras' cheek. Pras' smile widened by itself. Without an answer to the wife's thanks.

Mutia inching from the top of the bed would prepare breakfast and make sure their children were up.

“Where ..?” tanya Pras held Mutia's hand, as if they did not want their togetherness on the bed to pass immediately.

“Breakfast and kids to school, Mas.” Mutia replied would rise from a sleeping position in the arms of her husband.

"Today is Sunday. Have you forgotten the day?" suddenly Mutia's cheeks flushed red from the embarrassment that attacked her.

"Huh ... Looks like last night's earthquake really made my brain slide away." Laughter Mutia admitted that now he was increasingly unfocused on the days he went through.

"Rem ... Don't you also forget this afternoon Widya's daughter sprouted." Pras continued, which was like a parrot this morning. Much talk.

"Yes Ampuuun ... Tesy that fiancee this week? Not next week, iish. What date is it?" Mutia had completely forgotten the land like her. He was too busy with his brondong, to forget important events in the family. Tesy is Widya's sister's daughter from her husband. How could he forget that big agenda. Of course there later she will meet her husband's in-laws and relatives.

"Did your busy life at the Salon really take your time?" tanya Pras stroked Mutia's hair slowly and affectionately.

"It's not the salon that keeps me busy. But that rancid brondong is already ravaging my heart and mind." Mutia's murmur in heart.

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