BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 76: THE EMBRACE OF LONGING

"Oh ... Wife understanding. Beet's dream is aunty." Inner Dirga thrashing.

Kesininya, more and more amazed Dirga saw the character of Mutia. It is not wrong that he fell in love with the humble figure of Mutia. Not about looks, but more about the attitude of a Mutia, who was steadfast as a nut in the eyes of her husband.

Dirga know, Mutia is just too good to keep the pain of her heart treated so by her husband.

[Tante ... If you want to cry. Nangis. Dirga became more aware. Aunty also needs to be heard and heard. Aunty fragile.] Chat Dirga to Mutia's phone.

Yes, all Dirga chat only tick two gray. It means that all Dirga chats are not open Mutia. But Dirga doesn't care. He still wrote like a free essay in his chat room to Mutia.

[Pliiis aunt. Let Dirga be a aunt entertainer. Om Pras is very fond of you. But that's not how to love a woman as well as aunts.] Type again.

[Tante Mumutku darling. I love my aunt more. Love you more, please help me]

Huhhhhh... This is again the seduction of the banana island of Brondong. Or Dirga is indeed more sensitive, and too sensitive. When he saw his lover in the treatment of her husband as cold as it was willing to play adoption, the wife of the person.

"Dirga ... Which way are we going?" tanya Pras broke the silence in the car. They had already entered the border of the city they were heading to.

"Right Om. I've sent the location to aunt's phone." Answer Dirga's lie. Though, where there he sent the hospital address to Mutia's phone. Dirga was just fishing, also curious why Mutia was able to not open her chat which was already similar to the script of the novel on going.

"Oh ... Any ngechat?" plain Mutia was without guilt. And forced to open a chat room and read all the chat from Dirga.

Buru rush Dirga send the address of the location of the hospital they will go to. Don't forget to send a private chat.

[You can ... All my chats are not read. No notifications, right?] Type Dirga while Mutia's phone is still on hand. So that Mutia would definitely reply soon.

[Not polite. Mas Pras is driving. But aunt chat with you.] Reply Mutia quickly.

"It looks straight. The location of the Hospital is on this line." Mutia read the MAP Dirga sent.

Dirga does know. Although not sent by MAP, they will soon arrive at the Hospital which is located in the path of the direction outside the city not far from the border region. Dirga deliberately fabricated to send an address. So that all the chat is read by Mutia. That's Dirga's estimate.

But it didn't. Mutia only read for a moment, and not everything she read. I don't know, what really Mutia no longer considers the content of the chat is important.

"Thank you for dropping off ..." Though Dirga's thanks are not important. But Dirga still felt he had to say it, to Pras and Mutia.

"Here you go, meet your mother. And we're saying, we're gonna find a place to rest first." Mutia replied formally.

"Oh ... Ja. Thanks again, aunt. Om." Dirga then reached into his pocket, because his phone rang again.

The twilight bed appears to glow in the dark sky. The night signs are coming. Mutia and Pras were already unwinded at an ordinary hotel in the corner of the city.

Pras is certainly more tired, because he became a driver approximately 4 hours drive. The new terrain is taken, making it have to be more focused, because it is unusual.

"Mama Rara's. He has no tactical funds. You help him, just put it in the admin or the hospital." Pras said while sitting relaxed on the terrace of the room, smoking his favorite tobacco.

"Tadi ... He was pushed by his sister. That's why I took the initiative to drive him." Pras Reply. Maybe this is how Pras communicates with Indah, his former secretary. The content of their conversation is more about orders, not deliberation.

"Oh ..." Answer Mutia short.

"I'm still tired. You go to the hospital yourself. Take the money 10jt. Whatever. You give it to Dirga or directly to his mother, or to his hospital. I'm going to sleep." Somewhat long Pras gave the order and more details.

"Let's go there. I haven't had dinner yet." Mutia Refute. There was no way she looked enthusiastic about her husband's orders. While what he met was a brondong that was once too beautiful in his heart.

"Let me eat. Wait for you to come home from the hospital." The truth is then entered into the hotel room. Peeked Mutia's forehead for a while, then laid her body on the bed.

Mutia looked dazed for a moment. However, then hurry to obey all the orders of the husband.

"Mas ... Mas. Your heart is so kind. If you knew, if Dirga and I had the chance to play. Are you still doing this well with us, Mas." Dropping tears Mutia when in his hand there is already 10 rupiah cash. According to the order of the husband, so that the money he gave to Dirga who was in trouble.

"Where is your mother ...?" Without knocking Mutia had already arrived at Larsih's hospital room, Dirga's mother.

"It still hasn't come out the results. But yes it must be hospitalized first." Answer Dirga.

"You haven't had a shower. There, clean your body eating too. Aunty will take care of your mother." Mutia handed Dirga a plastic bag full of clothes. Yes ... Besides taking money. Mutia also took the time to buy a change of clothes for her ex-boyfriend.

"Waaaw .. there is an interior too. Do you know the size?" Tempta Dirga was brave, because he was sure that Pras did not participate with Mutia.

"Huush ... Keep your mouth on Ga." The hardship slowly full of pressure.

"Oath the curse, yaaank "Dirga hugged Mutia without permission. Can no longer his heart fight the roaring longing that had long since arisen in his heart.

"Ga ... Justjust please. We don't have to be like this." Lerai Mutia with a real hug also missed her.

"Before ayaaank. Still missing." His whine in Mutia's ear.

"We have nothing to do with Ga. Pliiis, don't do this." Mutia was still trying to take off that tight hug.

"Oath ... Auntie doesn't love Dirga? Why did dirga's anterine get here?" Huhhhhh... Brondong forcible still trying to control the body of his ex-lover.

"Udah aunty said, Om Pras would." His answer was still in Dirga's arms.

"Ga .., please don't do this." Pintanya. Mutia knew, the more snapping and pressing Dirga was free. So begging well is the way to make Dirga obey.

"Who are you Dir ...?" A somewhat raucous weak voice sounded within the hospital's inpatient room. Just as Dirga took off her embrace on Mutia.

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