
Pras is quiet but not blind. He is always cold, but that does not mean not paying attention to others, let alone his wife. He saw even from the beginning, if his wife's phone was seized and not immediately returned. He also sees Mutia's attempts to get her phone back. Because it was far away, he could not hear. If his wife's phone had rang and had been in the VC by the brondong.
โThe man who gave up your phone from his pocket, who?โ Pras felt the need to get info from his wife.
"That's Dino." Answer Mutia quickly.
"Know where?"
"He was my girlfriend back in college, Mom." Mutia honest.
"Oh." It was just the response.
"Mas ain't papa, did I talk to him?" Mutia wants to see her husband jealous.
"People have mouths. Banned from talking." Answer Pras flat.
"Yes kali .. jealously so. He's my ex." Mutia's speech was a bit spoiled. Really wanted to see the angry face of her husband, when he caught her close to other men, even her ex. Mutia forgot, if the interlocutor is Pras, not Dirga who is good at playing words.
"And you were ready to marry me, not her." Pras's answer sounded confident.
"That's right, because only Mas was serious about proposing to me. Not her." Mutia replied looking seriously at her husband's eyeballs. Want to look for a look of fear or trepidation on the bead of the husband.
"Father, he's not serious about you. After all, you were also not in anything before halal." Pras pulls Mutia into his arms. Apparently Pras was too sure of Mutia. Cause get Mutia, still as slow as they were on their first night. It didn't even matter how Mutia felt at the time. Whether love him or not. For him, a man who is willing to marry him, even still virgin. It is women who can take care of themselves, and still have the confidence in themselves to be ready to serve the man who will be sworn to live together forever in joy and sorrow.
"Thank you for your trust." Reply Mutia. There was no more conversation between them. Which there is just a call to revenge. Yes, the couple replaced their night activities during the day. Because at night, they just fight back. Because Mutia was kind of thinking about the children who were staying suddenly.
Their sex activities are not long, maybe only 20 minutes long. Apparently just making sure, if the liquid that had been delayed since yesterday to come out was enough for Pras. Pun with Mutia, who only did it on the basis of serving. Not a fan like before. For his mind is in a village, where Dirga is.
Mutia's phone rings. There's the name 'Dedeg' in there. Mutia only made sure if the call was from her brondong. Mutia did not dare to accept Dirga's call, because there was Pras on her right side. So, just let the call continue to ring, until it disconnects by itself.
Not Dirga if you give up easily.
"Who?" apparently, the break time after his love Pras was interrupted by the noise of calls on Mutia's device.
"Dirga. That was the EO guy a few days ago." Answer Mutia flat. As if calm, and felt if the one who called him was not an important person. In fact, his heart was so thin that he wanted to immediately receive a call from his lover.
"Why not answer." continued Pras.
"G ... It doesn't matter." Mutia answered still wanting to linger on the bed.
"Don't do that. Maybe he really needs to." Pras's advice later.
"Just be it." Mutia sok lazily. Because there is a pause on the call.
But then no, on call to 3 Dirga. Also as Pras got out of bed. It could have been her husband who took the initiative to accept the call. Then the name 'dedeg' was. How he explains it.
"Selanat Afternoon, how can I help you?." Sapa Mutia with the formal sentence was also a little firm.
"Ayank, who else?" Dirga where concerned with the formal greeting of his lover at the end of the device.
"There's Pras deket aunty? Or that old aunt?" ask Dirga again.
"Yes ... We all gathered here. Maybe after this. We can consul again to your EO side huh." More ... Mutia's answer did not match the question.
"Is There Om Pras?" reset Dirga.
"Yes ..". "this new answer matches Dirga's question.
"The same dinosaur again, right, yank?" this is a hard thing to convince.
"Mbak Nunuk is full of surprises. We were suddenly invited with each other's partners here. For his birthday show.
"Move to VC mode, yank. Promise, I don't sound out. If there is Om Pras." The dirga ngeyel. Mutia immediately switched the call type to VC mode.
So that the brondongnya can see for themselves if true, there is Pras in the room with his lover. Worse, when the phone was on cam. Pras, who only used a boxer, stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Dirga kept his mouth, to keep quiet. It was as if the call was over.
"Mandi together, Mama Ra-Ra." bargained Pras before entering the bathroom.
"Mas first, I still want to fall down." refused Mutia, still with a call that is still connected with her dark lover.
Pras' body was gone behind the bathroom door. And Mutia has changed the call mode to voice calls.
"Same aunt Om fucked up?" guess Dirga kepo.
"What's the problem with Loe?" tanya Mutia had dared to present Dirga's question accordingly.
"Sirr. Reasonable aja ... Same goes Om." Answer Dirga flat.
"Continue ... Whose stolen aunt are you?"
"Same Dinosaur. That's why the hell, he lifted my VC?"
"Inadvertently. When he asked for no aunt." Answer Mutia honestly.
"Company?"
"Well, how else, be forced into love." Reply Mutia again.
"Directly on the block, yank. Don't let him deket the same ayank again. Remember first ... He left ayank for no reason. He broke ayank's heart. He's a toxic." Halaaaah... Brondong was already the most famous Mutia and all the feelings in her heart. So that his mouth was more restless than Pras, Meutia's own husband.
"Hc ... Ha ... Don't tell me Dedeg is jealous of a mature 45-year-old man that's gg ..." Mutia was happy to hear being possessive by her brondong."
"Yes that. He's Ayank's ex. He was not only mature, but well established and still handsome as well. Don't let ayank oleng, mo CLBK same him. No aunt, big no. Can't be!!!." This kind of firmness is precisely what makes Mutia's heart girled not a braid. Sunggyh felt in the jealousy, for Mutia like presrastation.
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