BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)
CHAPTER 56: HAVING A CHEATING
Seventeen years old is certainly not young when compared with the age of humans. Mutia is too slow if now wants to rebel, let alone sulk. How much, the rest of the age of Pras and Mutia, which is certainly not possible for another 100 years will continue to live. Wasn't the age of seventeen, they should have grown. We are going through a crisis in a relationship.
Household that in the first three years is when the couple still enjoy the beauty of the paradise of the world, cheerful laughter will present the fruit of love that is so in the dream. Then in the next three years it will contain screams, not just laughter. But it is similar to the tantrums of the time, when all the housework began to lame, due to the presence of the fruit of love that has begun to be active. Even sometimes the number is added, which affects the unexpected changes in the use of orchids in the household. And three years later, it's starting to get worse. Communication is getting more and more unbalanced even less frequent. This causes a disruption in the thinking between partners, which damages the order of the heart. Making love first shift a little, because the vision is no longer focused on something good.
But the above narrative does not afflict all couples on this earth, because there are still many married couples who are introspective and try to maintain a sense of love and commitment to live happily with their small families. And Mutia is now in a phase of life. At a time when some people and married couples are out there, still struggling to collect rupiah maybe for education costs, or are struggling to maintain health in order to live long. When some people are unlucky, may not be able to eat three meals a day, that's the test of their lives. And it turns out that testing is not always in the form of distress. Having established finances, health that is always fit, beautiful appearance is also one of the tests of God. And Mutia is being tested in terms of loyalty.
“Papa follow ..?” Raisa asks the papa who looks like he is not wearing a suit at breakfast. And all eyes were on Pras who would feed his food.
“Iya.” Answer the short and fast Pras.
Last night Mutia started his strike on Pras. Lazy feeling of her heart to serve her husband to communicate. Although this is not true, but. Mutia's feelings were too strong to declare her cold war on the husband. So, I was shocked this morning. When you know if Pras will also take a vacation to the house of Mutia's mother.
Beautiful face of mother Mutia, when not a moment of fasting let alone Lebaran. His daughter-in-law and granddaughter can visit him. Even without any previous news, the four people he had always missed were now under the same roof as him.
“Mama Ra-ra's. Tomorrow we go home together ..” Pras said as they were sitting on the terrace next to Mutia's mother's house.
“Hah .?” Mutia was surprised by that remark. Uh ... or it's a call to go home together.
“Tomorrow afternoon I have a meeting.” Further.
“Whose asking Who is coming with? I know a lot of work. Children liburnay one week Mas, where they want a new day here already invited home.” Mutia could not go on strike for long with Pras. He always had a stock of long, wide sentences to talk to the 5-door refrigerator man.
“Let them be here, raisa said. Tomorrow his other cousin will also come. They collect here.” Pras is starting to fade.
“Waah .. let alone my brother and sister all come here. No way I'm going to come home. I also want a vacation with my brothers.” Mutia replied taking the opportunity to linger in the mother's house.
“So ... I just go home by myself tomorrow?” ask Pras. What does this mean he does not want to split long with his wife.
“Ya .. ordinary right? Last week I had my holiday in Bali. It's only natural that I'm on vacation with the kids now. Not a few months ago, Mas said I rarely pay attention to them, since I have a salon and busy at the gymnastics studio.” A little bit of Mutia's voice. It was very clear that he was still upset with Pras.
“OK. I'll pick you up again.”
“We can go home by ourselves.” Mutia answered quickly without seeing Pras's face which was always flattening richly.
The frenetic atmosphere of Mutia's childhood home and her sister's brother was inevitable. Those who are now living apart because of their families. Of course this is the most beautiful time for those who are sometimes connected by advanced communication tools.
[Banget laah, not tired of cooking mother's menu. Because the chef made it] Mutia replied quickly with a sparkling face, eager to reply to the chatter on her flat screen.
[We're 180 degrees apart. It's different with me here. Bete is godly level]
[Don't spoil. Live must go on Ga.] type Mutia calm her lover.
[Pake dear donk, let my problem not feel so heavy here] woo Dirga. Halaaaah read kegitu aja, Mutia's nostrils are already kembis.
[Can't be on Ga. Words unfortunately this interview is limited edition.] Mutia tried to tease Dirga, until she had to close her lips with one hand. So that the radiance of pleasure is disguised.
“Hadeeeeeh ... new one day at stay husband. Smile at yourself with your phone.” Chirps Alifa teased Mutia.
“Hah ..” Mutia was not aware that her expression was being noticed by her sister.
“Why not come home, if you can not split long with husband.” Again, Alifa teased Mutia.
“Who also chatted with Mas Pras ..?” elak Mutia.
“Huum ... not Pras? Why is your face so happy? Here's the phone.” Alifa went one step forward wanting to request Mutia's phone. But his pace was lost quickly to Safira from behind, who had already managed to pull Mutia's phone and groped her away.
“Eh .. Safira. Herein hape me.” Mutia's standing will overtake Safira who has locked himself in the room.
“Safira ... pliis deh, balikin..!” mutia yelled frustratedly through the door of the room. While Alifa is seen sitting relaxed while biting the apple in her hand.
“You cooperate mo' grab my phone?” Mutia again walked over to Alifa. While the brother, seen continue to enjoy apples without burden.
“Why ..?”
“Ya .. It's weird. You are kepo. Even Fira who seized, use to run away all again. Firaaa .. balikin my phone.” Again Mutia shouted with her head turned to the front door of the room that Safira entered earlier.
“Selow why? Got your affair now?”
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