BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 50: GAIA SALON

Deserving husband and wife, it should be seasoned in the aroma of jealousy. Especially with people who have been present in the past. Pras is not in that category. He was too sure of Mutia's heart.

“Luck energy just jealous with your ex, Mama Ra-Ra.” Pras replied confidently. When they are still sitting quietly at a party that is quite lively.

" sum ... You're not Dirga, Mom. That rancid. Just heard the name Dino, already want to rampage. Let alone see the person directly like Mas Pras." Mutia monologued in her own heart. Tired of his heart comparing between husband and brondongnya. Though not their case is different, but now Mutia is in a saturation point with her relationship and husband. Which is triggered by the presence of Dirga.

[Tante until when in Bali ..?] there is always a small talk created by Dirga interrupted by the busyness of Mutia with her friend or husband.

[Maybe the day after home.] Reply Mutia quickly.

[Maybe not ... Later. Aunty played to the village where Dirga KKN.] Huh. Mutia considered Dirga who the hell?

[It's obviously impossible, Ga. Halu ah's.]

[Not halu, yank. Ngarep. Really pake.] Reply Dirga like a person who is acutely joined.

[Too aunty to it. When do you spread the charm. No one wants to be like you.] Mutia folded her lips. Resisting the shame mixed with pleasure can continue to interact with her lover of heart.

[Sorry yes spread charm. I already have a boyfriend lhoo] Reply Dirga confidently.

[Oh yes .... Meet aunt donk.] Mutia replied to Dirga's joke.

[Ngapain acquaintance. Dirga's girlfriend is aunty.]

[Huuus .... Don't serious. Aunt wife of the man.] Mutia reminded.

[Fate ... Fates. I was born late, I was.] Dirga admitted himself if Mutia was the lover he admitted. It also seems upset that you can't have a aunt. Just get worse.

Mutia was like having another world now. Just engrossed in typing the flat screen in his hand. While Pras has been silent since, and occasionally glanced at the activities of the wife. Without reprimanding or asking. What is the matter of Mutia who since then seemed not to be confused with inanimate objects that can connect it with anyone and anywhere.

"Mas ... Really not feeling jealous of Dino?" repeat Mutia when they are already in the room. Gonna rest. Because the party is over.

"What is the benefit of jealousy?" Pras asked back.

"Indeed unfaedah sih Mas. But it is said, people who are jealous of their partners are, those who are truly in love, affectionate and very afraid of losing their partners. Especially the same ex, because the former is the person who has and first stopped in someone's heart." As usual, Mutia always managed to lay out a narrative that was not short.

"You're just stopping by. Not settling." This holiday was quite useful. So that Pras can be invited to interact directly without intermediaries

"Yes siih ... But I and Dino used to be dating him for a long time, rather than us being just a matter of months straight married." Mutia fishing line really hopes Pras is jealous of Dino.

"It's important to date for a long time but not married or briefly dating but directly married?" Pras looked into his wife's face.

"Why ... Now want to date again with an ex?" Pras grabbed Mutia's head, then pecked at the top of her head.

"Huh ... Yes, not Mas. How to date with ex. He's been trash. Time, I picked up the old one." Mutia was sure that her heart was no longer interested in Dino. The man who failed him.

"Thuh ... I understand." Pras continued to tighten his embrace on Mutia.

"We are all old. It's not his time to waste on jealousy or anything. Radit tuuh who now began to like the opposite sex." Pras then closed his eyes, and did not ponder Mutia's question about their eldest son.

"Mas ... Mas. Why also I ngarep Dino back or deket again the same me. Dirga is more than anything to me now. Just ... No Good Account sih, ah my brondong. What's he doing now?" Again. Mutia was stuck longing for Dirga, just as she was in her husband's arms.

Mutia chose the outside of the room and faced straight up on the bed that was occupied by Pras. Maybe her husband woke up. Then the possibility of falling from behind when chatting via phone, will be less likely.

With a hearing aid, until midnight Dirga and Mutia chat. Sometimes exchanging stories, sometimes singing together, the inevitable whirring of the two. Same, with the sound made to a minimum. Not to disturb others who are near them.

And indeed. Pras is not sleeping well. This is not the first for Pras, finding his wife looking and sounding fun joking with a flat object that is now increasingly familiar and more often in his hands.

Only Pras is not the type of husband who wants to interfere a lot with the affairs of others, not least his wife.

In the eyes of Pras, Mutia is still a good wife, warm and more greget. Especially serving him in bed. Then what is the reason Pras is suspicious let alone jealous. Not every night. He's the only guy who hugs his wife before bed. And it was always Pras who enveloped Mutia when her female face looked tired working all day.

There was no reason for Pras to be prejudiced against the woman who made him fall in love at first sight.

"Mama Ra-Ra ... Wakes up. Your phone's been ringing since." Pras had already woken up from Mutia.

Mutia woke up late. After a long conversation with Dirga, of course he could not immediately sleep. It takes a few minutes even hours for him to re-digest with a smile, will each sweet chat with Dirga. Not forgetting the name 'dedeg' he replaced with 'Gaia Salon'. Aiming to be equal to the perpetrators of the whole earth. To keep life safe and secure. Minimize the suspicion of the couple, if suddenly see the name of the contact who is making a call. Sinta is Sinto. Salt becomes sugar, Jeni becomes Joko. It's natural that Dirga becomes Gaia.

"City ... Yes Ga. What's up?" Mutia with still-calm eyes, received a call from Dirga. Her phone was put out by her husband.

"Ayank just woke up?" fresh voice snaps across the device.

"Yes ... What salon?" Although Mutia's eyes were only open side by side, but not with her brain. He immediately pretended as if the one who called was his salon employee.

"There is Om Pras ...?" Dirga responded with the content of the response of the aunt.

"Yes ... Tomorrow maybe I can just go home. Today I want to buy souvenirs first with my father." Mutia said while throwing a smile at her husband. Who of course believes if the one who contacted his wife was an employee at his salon.

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