BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 75: SPECIES OF ARCA

Forced Dirga to give the address of which city they will go to. Where now his mother is on her way to the hospital which is approximately 2 hours from the village they live.

Dirga on the wheel by Pras. The man she and Mutia should have avoided. Not to smell their forbidden relationship. But, Dirga had no power to resist. Even now, the keys to the bike are only held hostage by Mutia.

Actually Dirga was not afraid of being discovered by Pras, his feelings for the middle-aged man's wife. But more to his anxiety. If he sees the intimacy of the couple, when near him. Dirga. Feeling insecure about his position between Mutia and Pras.

"Mas ... It's almost two o'clock. We haven't had lunch." Mutia said, turning to her husband who was focusing on driving.

Hearing Mutia's voice, Dirga who was behind, put up an ear. His neck is slightly forward to the left. Demi saw the side of Mutia's face. And after Mutia finished speaking, Dirga's neck, advanced slightly and leaned slightly to the right. Dirga wanted to see Pras' response, which Mutia was talking to. And even that was an invitation to eat. Which of course requires an answer at least, a nod as a response from the person being spoken to.

The long neck of Dirga leaned to the right, like the head of a turtle coming out of its shell. I swear, Dirga kepo want to know Pras' answer.

And finally arrived at the tenth minute. Only Dirga's neck felt sore due to tension. Pras did not flinch. Dirga loosened her neck by stealing a glance at Mutia, Dirga was also curious how Mutia, who was in the presence of her husband.

Oh ... Mutia was common. He looked calm looking at the traffic in front of him.

"Somehow after my cute aunt's life. Even just ask to stop for lunch, not in response to this rare Om." Inner Dirga somewhat ngenes.

[Tante ... Did Dirga who asked to eat the same Om Pras. Let's get us down. Aunty is a laper, right?] Dirga sent a chat to Mutia. Very clearly, at that time Mutia was holding her phone.

But... Miraculous. Mutia seemed to remain calm and indifferent. And the phone doesn't ring and it doesn't vibrate.

"So we don't stop at the place to eat. At least we stopped at the pharmacy. I don't have stomach ulcers. And that's just in case your stomach too." Mutia spoke again, without looking at Pras. It's like he's talking to himself. And Pras was still with the same expression. Shut up, flat like I'm not hearing anything.

That's a vow, Dirga wants a lhoo treak. That's the wife asking for a stop at the diner, not even because she's a laper. But to maintain the health of her husband's stomach.

"Pliiis de Om. If you are already bosen amaih Mumut, give me a hand. Sumpaaah cave dear bini lu, bambaaaang...!!!" Strangled Dirga in the heart. Kesel lhoo, Dirga. Look how flat Mutia's husband is. Naturally, it's people. In the chat dikit. Laah, have a husband and a species of gini statue.

Dirga hit his body on the bench of the car. Back up. Tired of her brain scanning what Mutia was feeling. Seventeen years of age at their marriage. To Dirga, Mutia was a strong woman. Naturally he took it, when in a collision with Dirga who super care for him. Clearly, Mutia felt her soul comforted by Dirga's presence. Stupidly, now Dirga was even more worried about Mutia's heart, than her mother's condition. That was Dirga's love for Mutia. It brings together the lower and upper eyelids of his eyes. To sit for a while, hoping to fall asleep. Just to forget, how sad it is in cuekin.

However, when Dirga has not really fallen asleep. Dirga felt the direction of the car he was riding was no longer straight. But a little turn and now it feels stopped.

Dirga squinted his eyes. Apparently they were stopping at a traditional market. Not mall. Because they're already in the area outside the city.

"We eat first, there is also a clothing store. Buy a few pieces of clothing, maybe we spend the night. Inside, there is also a pharmacy. Mama Rara can buy some drugs that are suitable for consumption, to maintain stamina." Papar Pras Long. This time it was very long and obviously yes. Apparently Pras was silent, as a result of thinking. It would stop where, for everything Mutia wanted to be all covered in one place. Justjust wonderful.

It was very noticeable that Mutia was very respectful and devoted to her husband. The more you understand Dirga, if in fact Mutia has been very depressed. Sure enough her husband gave her everything she wanted. But that's not how it works.

"Huh ... Here Om. Dirga teach you how to rejoice Om's wife." Inner Dirga again.

"I'm sorry Om. So troublesome." The Oath was echoed when only he and Pras sat at one table. After they finished eating and Mutia stayed shopping. Pras just nodded slowly, and continued to suck the tobacco in his hand.

Huh ... Sorry Dirga spoke. His wife asked to eat in Cuekin. Especially Dirga who only talk stale, yes definitely not answered donk.

"Yes ... Dit." Dirga answered on her new phone once ringing.

"Maybe in two hours you'll be at the hospital." Answer again.

"Heem... Ja. Thank goodness." Dirga receives information from Dita, his younger sister.

Dita told me that their mother had arrived at the Hospital. It was taken by a local doctor.

Dirga was a little relieved. And wanted to share that little bit of relief with the person who was nearby, but he broke his intention. Because he knows, if he says. Must have been pecans again by that statue.

"Mas ... I bought some clothes stels too yeah, for you." Sapa Mutia when she was close to them. And still, Pras response only sucked the tobacco rod that the tip he had burned.

"Eh ... Ga. You also do not bring a change of clothes. I should've bought you that too." Mutia could not suddenly turn into a careless person like Pras. The good side of Mutia always appears.

"No ... No. gabe. Don'tdon't. Even make it a hassle. Let Dirga set it up later, alone. Anterin by a CEO and wife alone, it makes me feel uncomfortable, aunt." Answer Dirga honestly. And more professional in terms of covering their true closeness.

"No bother Ga. That would be Mas Pras." Wipe Mutia on her husband's arm. It was as if they were indeed a warm married couple.

"We continue the journey?" pras glanced at Mutia.

"Attent. I'm gonna have to make some hot black coffee first. To the mas on the street." Gegas Mutia walked towards the person who could serve her.

"Oh ... Wife understanding. Beet's dream is aunty."

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