BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 55: AT THE CROSSROADS

Silence is not a strange thing. Nor is it something that is distorted. However, that does not mean everyone can accept and be able to understand it. Especially those who are directly related to this type of person.

Mutia is a strong woman in terms of accompanying Pras more or less in 17 years. A long enough time span. It's only natural that Mutia's patience is faltering now. Patience has its limits.

You know that's my attitude, not just yesterday.” Pras said before Mutia actually left her in the gym room at their home.

Pras said that quietly with almost no burden. Clearly implied in the sentence, if he always wanted to be understood. No matter whether the interlocutor is his own wife also wants to be understood fairly.

“Radit .. his final semester exam is over. What activities do you have during the holidays?” Mutia left the room where the gym tool had been arranged, then walked to meet her eldest son in the room.

“There is no mah. We have plans for a trip or vacation?” Radit asked back to the mother who was always comfortable to be invited to discussions, unlike the father who was only silent a thousand languages.

“Kalo streets anyway .. mama now do not have much time. Because there is a Salon that is the responsibility of Mama. But if you want a vacation, maybe to grandma's house can anyway, want not?” Lose Mutia suddenly. Actually Mutia also still feels bad for her two children about suddenly going to Bali yesterday. So that he understands the feelings of his two children and promises himself to exchange his vacation with Pras yesterday with time with Raisa and Radit in this semester holiday.

“True …. We can go on holiday at Grandma's. The old one, huh?” Radit enthusiastic. Mutia's children's relationship with their cousins is indeed familiar, via telephone. Of course school holidays are the time they wait to see each other which boils down to their grandmother's house.

“Oke .. tomorrow we leave.” Cut off Mutia himself. And this time without asking Pras' permission and approval. Didn't he now have his own income from his Salon. So the possibility to depend on the husband's money is certainly no longer the problem. Furthermore Raisa's room was her goal. Giving information to her centil daughter, also helps Raisa prepare whatever they will bring tomorrow to go on vacation to the mother's house.

On the other hand, Mutia also felt the need to win her mind.

The household that did look calm and fine, but only Mutia knew how big the waves inside were. Because the flatness of Pras' attitude is also for the enormity of Dirga's attention, even from afar. Only Mutia knew, how good her heart felt now. Part of her heart that now always blames Pras and wants to see the bad side of her husband, then compare it with the new brondong yesterday she knew. And Mutia is now not going anywhere. He just stood at the intersection, to choose which direction he would take.

“Kids say, tomorrow they will be on vacation to Mommy with you.” Pras blends himself onto the bed that Mutia had already occupied, with his hand still looking busy typing on the flat board in his hand.

[Which tomorrow is just the same as Radit and Raisa go?] of course the one Mutia was communicating with was Dirga, only her body was not on the side. But the whole Mutia activity. Almost 100 percent reported details for the lover of the heart. Until Pras' voice was ignored by Mutia.

[Yes ... maybe] Mutia's reply wasn't long.

[Om Pras not coming?]

[And he works]

[Yes anyway. Auntie how long has it been there?]

[Maybe a week. Until the school holidays are over] Mutia replied again.

[duringly, Salon, yank?]

[Not bete there, say aja bete because miss me.] Very confident siih.

[🙄] Mutia only sends confused pretend emotes to other lovers of her age.

[Nov …. Kangen] Dirga chat content that finally Mutia let depend without him reply because his phone has been taken by Pras. Then put it next to Mutia's head without her reading.

“How long have you guys been at Mother's place?” repeating to Mutia, apparently he had been waiting for his wife's response.

“Tau know.” Mutia had been living with a cold man for seventeen years, so at least she was trained to behave like this.

“Tomorrow I'll take you.” Confused not …? Is that a question or a statement? So Mutia just kept quiet.

Dret ... dret .. dret. The phone near Mutia's head shook and lit up. Pras came to see the call, the name Gaia there who was making a voice call. Mutia was obviously panicking, but she had already started pro in terms of acting. Letting the voice call continue to call him, without him being in the mood to receive it quickly. Though his heart was clearly still wanting to hear the voice of the lover immediately.

“Price first, may be important.” Said Pras who chose to re-level his spine above the tender cashier, after having tilted his body wanted to hug Mutia.

“Hallo Ga.” greet Mutia firmly.

“How long does not bales anyway, kangen understand not?” Whichever Brondong cares there is a Pras or not. For him the news Mutia is number one, let alone before they were chatting, then in the box without reply. According to Dirga it's offence.

“The message is tomorrow Ga. I want rest.” Mutia replied with a firm tone as well loudly. And know Dirga, the reason Mutia did not reply to her chat again. However, Dirga was well aware of his position. Didn't he only ever ask for a small part in the heart of a Mutia. He knows his presence undermines the norm-appropriate order. He is a real parasite. He although good at putting himself in order to still be able to maintain the happiness of his version.

Mutia ended the voice call, then turned her back on her husband. Since the gym. Mutia had already started to declare her war on the husband. Inviting his children to vacation at his parents' house is a structured stopover action even though suddenly. At least he can pikr calmly, but still not abandon the fruit of his heart. And the Salon business, to him, is not important. Not serious about making money from there, he still has a lot of money savings that he has managed from Pras which is never stingy in terms of giving him a living. But it is not money that Mutia's priority.

[There's Om Pras, Ga. Auntie also misses you.] Type Mutia quickly. Mutia doesn't want Dirga to misunderstand. For him when Pras has repeatedly disappointed his heart, at least there is still Dirga's heart that he still has to keep happy with him.

[Yes sayank .. I understand. From the tone of voice ayang aja, I already understand if aunt again the same Om. It's also night, surely aunty Denag wants to serve her husband right? Sorry to interrupt😔]

Sorry distracting.

Hah .. Why does Mutia's heart feel so bitter when reading those two words. It was as if the child was positioning himself as a bully, even though he was the only person who now made Mutia long.

Connect ….