BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 77: SWEETNESS

Dirga is sweet indeed, but the levels are excessive. So tendrung dangerous, due to the treatment that sometimes exceeds the limit. He and Mutia are obviously – is clearly in the nursery of the mother who looks asleep, whether the effect of the drug. Or they are holding back the pain. But what Dirga did to Mutia, was precisely something that fell into the category of reckless. Why try hugging Mutia there. What if his mother saw?

“You are the same who Dir ..?” A somewhat raucous weak voice sounded within that inpatient room. Just as Dirga took off her embrace on Mutia. Mutia's heart was almost made to fall to hear the sound. Whether the action of Dirga's embrace was caught by the mother, or her mother had just woken up. Ah, Mutia doesn't know what to do with a woman who looks older than her.

“This ... this is aunt Mutia, Mom. This aunt and her husband who drove Dirga can come here quickly. In the city where Dirga lives too, this aunt is very much and often helps Dirga.” Dirga casually explained and introduced Mutia. While he pulls Mutia's hand for them to get closer to the sickly bed in the room.

“Thank you, sorry if my son has much trouble for you family.” Mother Dirga spoke slowly while continuing to look at Mutia with an inevitable sense of arrogance.

“Not ... mbak. Putra mbak is a good child figure and does not bother us kok.” Mutia with a genuine smile answered while stroking the back of Dirga's mother's hand.

“Dirga is so stubborn. Too confident to want to study away from the village. Even though in this city there is also a place to study, which is closer to our village. But yes, that's how it is. I did not manage to educate him to be a submissive child.” Mother Dirga curcol donk.

“Oh .. Not only did my mother fail to educate her, I also failed to just expel her from my heart, mbak.” Seloroh Mutia in heart.

“Not succeeded mbak. The important thing is that he is responsible for the choices he already believes in.” Mutia continues to comfort Dirga's mother.

“Ga .. Let aunt take care of your mother. Please shower and eat. But don't be long, Om you don't eat dinner, if auntie does not return to the hotel.” Very good arrangement was said. As if they are not lovers, yak. At least, with that sentence. Showing that, Dirga was very familiar with the husband of this Mutia.

“Siap .. aunty. Mom, Dirga stay first yes.” Pamit Dirga obeys Mutia's orders. He rushed to carry the plastic that Mutia had given him earlier. And go in the restroom to clean his body in there.

Mutia obviously refused when Dirga asked him to find food together, do not ask why. Of course Dirga wanted to take the opportunity to be able to both-and-a-dualate back with Mutia. Maybe by holding Mutia's hand. Even if it is just along the hospital corridor.

“Tante buy food for Om. And we eat together while waiting for that meal.” Force Dirga on Mutia, when half of her body was outside, and her head was still looking inside.

“You're upset, Dir. Yes ... deck Mutia should eat with her husband tho.” Dirga's mother replied, because she was also tired of hearing the whining of Dirga's invitation, which since the little kamr came out, always invited Mutia to go out together.

“Ya .. that's my eldest son, Dek. Forced and always have to win with his will. Sorry yes ...” Say bu Larsih shy.

“It is mbak. Hopefully it can be a source of success later.” Mutia had to answer that wisely. Because it is impossible for him to answer, “Iya mbak, he really likes maksa. Lastly, he also meant to love me. She's so stubborn, I don't care if I have a husband. He is determined to have a place in my heart. Mbak ... mbak's son is very eager to win alone. And worse, I like this type. Makes me feel very special.” Huh, Mutia is weak, her heart is not really strong yet. But, he was trying to look strong, and did not show his ferocity.

[Ayang .. oath clothes until daleman bought ayank, looking. Thanks ayank meuh. More love deh.] the tengil sent a chat to Mutia. And now Dirga's name has Mutia removed from the archive. So, Mutia can immediately get a notification when the message comes in.

[Don't Ge-eR. Ordinary aja. Instead of taking a shower tomorrow.] Reply Mutia quickly. Dirga's mother couldn't say much, it seemed like her eyes were still very heavy to open. It could be the influence of drugs that he consumed did force him to rest a lot, so the bring always want to fall asleep.

[His boboys are in the hospital aja yuks, same Dirga and mom] Type Dirga visit. Felt his chat was immediately responded by Mutia.

[Let's not eat. He's a big, uh. Old even. He could have eaten himself.] Reply Dira again.

[Don't wait. He's an aunt's husband, Ga. Ingets.] Type Mutia again.

[He is a statue. Amazingly, I could stand seventeen years of living with a stiff man like him. Aunty is beautiful with a lot of smiles. But the same Om, his aunt dieem aja, here I hug again.] Type Dirga who typed the chat while walking closer to the inpatient room of the mother.

[Do not fuck. Aunty's heart was almost dislodged. Good thing your mother didn't see you hugging aunty again. Shame] Mutia's Honest to Dirga. And finished the reply was sent, Dirga was nongol alone in front of the door of the room.

[Only because there is a mother is there a shame? If no one wants to donk, yank] Type the forger. Mutia again ignored the chat.

“Echeeem ..” Dirga cleared her throat, indicating she was already in the same room as Mutia and her mother.

“Iissh ... eat it already?” Mutia was a little surprised by Dirga.

“Iya udah.” The answer approached Mutia. And had time to menowel Mutia's nose that is not long is also not too pugnacious.

“Pack your mother, auntie back to hotel ya Ga.” Mutia had already moved from her seat. He saw that the clock in his hand was past seven o'clock in the night.

“iih ... really short here.” Dirga whine.

“Om you haven't eaten Ga.” Repeated Mutia.

“Slow eat it will not make Om die immediately, Aunt.” His reply stepped following Mutia who had packed up to go home.

“Huuush .. impolite.” Mutia only rebuked with a slow voice made somewhat on tap. Because the eyes of Bu Larsih do look closed, but whether with his ears can still hear a sometimes silly conversation from a Dirga.

“Take care, ayank.” Dirga's hand immediately grabbed Mutia's hand as her beloved woman's body was outside her mother's room. He kissed the back of Mutia's hand. It managed to make Mutia blush. Mutia may have to seek insulin injections. So that the sweetness of Dirga is not already dangerous for him, and fatal for his survival.

“You why act weird with your aunt Dir ..?”

Connect …