
Mutia repeatedly pulled and breathed heavily. The thoughts that come back and forth change in his head. Between wanting to go back to make room for Dirga to dance in her heart. Or really go leave that brondong without mercy.
“Tante ... aunt Imut can still cry Dirga right?” Dirga's voice made him as soft as possible, to convince Mutia. If he's in cuddling mode.
“Iya .. aunt still hear all your seduction, Ga.” Answer Mutia flat. Even more flat than the appeal of Pras, her husband.
“This is not seduction. Aunt Mutia ... still have a heart right for Dirga?” Brondong continued to ask for attention, understanding and mercy from the woman of his dreams.
“Aunty heart is only one Ga. And that's for aunt's husband. Om Pras's. It was broken up again for Radit and Raisa, auntie's children. Our baby. So, please. Don't disturb that order anymore. Aunty quite tormented since you asked auntie to accept you ngekost in it.” Firmly Mutia, in a soft tone. You know, from that voice. Ogre. For there is water that accompanies sentence after sentence that mutia says. Dirga know, Mutia's speech is not in harmony with the real heart stuffing.
“Oke .. Dirga can not make aunty for love, what else love to aunt. But, pliis. Don't be this drastic to let me go. I can't focus, without word from aunt. If aunty's heart can't be owned, at least, as a fellow human being. Keep communicating with each other.” Pinta Dirga with great hope.
“Sorry Ga. Someways. You were once the sweetest in aunty's heart. Aunt can't deny that. And, honestly. If aunty can still communicate with you, then the aunt herself is not sure, whether the aunt can remain firm to guard the heart, maintain the household and everything that the aunt has. For that, please forgive me. Let's just not know each other. Forget we ever had those sweet, sweet times. And thank you for everything. Sorry, aunt close.” Along with that last sentence. Mutia decided on a voice call that lasted quite a long time. Mutia's tears came out violently.
Stupid Mutia, had to drain her tears for the sake of a Dirga. Brondong tengil who only about 4 months in know him. But success runs and almost reigns in his heart. Many meanings of the circle of tears that came out of when the eye was. Starting from regret in the household that has been betrayed, to the sense of unreliability belittle his sweet relationship with the handsome brondong.
Mutia lied, if her heart had been stolen by Dirga. After all, he was the one who had been lulled down and violated their agreement. Mutia, who was weak and joked with Dirga's tongue, even felt tormented longing for everything she experienced with Dirga even for a moment.
However, seeing the joy of Radit and Raisa when they can vacation with Pras. It was also a wonderful happy moment for him. Having a whole family, without the threat of a third person was much more soothing to his soul. Tidk was happy when he was with Dirga, whose sweetness was interspersed with worry. The fear that sometimes comes. Fear of being caught, fear of embarrassment. If at any time Pras know, even radit and Raisa know his behavior as a mother who once bothered just because of the seduction of brondong.
Dirga pulled her hair. Staring at Shane's cell phone long enough he used to talk to each other with his ex-lover. Apparently, Dirga was heartbroken by Mutia's final decision.
“Eh .. Ga. Sorry to wait. So last night he went home to your place. Or we'll have dinner first, then you go back to your inn.” Suddenly Shane was behind Dirga's body, not since when.
“Oh .. don't need Aunty. I ate at the inn alone with the others.” Reject Dirga, though. Not not not want. Only, his mood was getting worse due to his talk earlier. I don't know why his heart was that bad afterwards.
“Together with others or with Inge..?” Shane certainly akepo will relationshipDirga and the girl who claimed to be Dirga's girlfriend.
“Ah .. no. Tans. She's not my girlfriend. Pamit ya Tan.” Dirga's birthday will return to his inn. And hand over Shane's phone.
“Kalo she's not your girlfriend, why go home soon. Here just a minute.” Nunuk has joined Sahnen and Dirga. While Vinsha, already seen receiving male guests. Who else if not their affair which of course they have set to come to meet them. Yess ... her name is also in love drunk, let alone Bali. The remote village also already feels Paris, for them. So, lodging in a village even then, will be witness to the heat struggle of the couple is not halal.
“Ehm ..”
Whether their profession is what, they must be a bad dumb young man who wants to get rich quickly. By selling yourself to the auntie lacking the caress. Ah .. I don't know if Dirga is also on the way to that road. So, that night they have become 3 pairs only in an impromptu dinner. And Dirga is indeed part of the pair with aunt Nunuk.
“Ga ... You stay at kost?” asked Nunuk while covering the fried chicken in his hand.
“Iya aunt.” Answer Dirga briefly.
“Canty apartment want?” shoot without further ado.
“Gimana ..?”
“Tante has apartment. There was previously a lease. But now it has moved, it wants to be sold. Wh-wh-what for? Mending you the one who nampain, weigh it into a spider web.” Clearly in calm.
“Sorry aunt .. I think Dirga can not deh.” Reject Dirga conscious. Be aware that all decisions will have an effect afterwards.
“Why not want?”
“Ya .. not aja.”
“You're scared, after you live in aunty's apartment. Will feel indebted?” guess Nunuk without looking at the eyeball Dirga who always feel restless and a little uncomfortable heart.
“That's yes..., continue why should Dirga who lives there?”
“Ya .. because aunty does not have any contact with other college children. College children who take your work like that are rare. And the goal is none other than to meet your needs. Pay the cost including the burden for you. Mending stay in apartment aunt.” The next is full of pressure.
“No dare aunt. Conditional fear.” Dirga chose to be honest with a sense of takuit that struck his heart. Can make, with him living in the apartment Nunuk, then he will officially become Nunuk's pet.
“Oh ... You are afraid of aunt making prey, rich two men in front of Shane and Vinsha that?”
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