BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 78: THE VOICE OF THE WOMAN

“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 are you acting so weird with your aunt, Dir ..?” that's the voice of Larsih's mom. The woman who gave birth to Dirga.

“While how, buk. Regular aja.” Dirga replied approaching the mother who had since been seen falling quietly in the patient bed.

“Mother has not slept since. I can hear everything you guys are talking about.” Speak with a soft voice.

“Which chat?” Dirga felt the need to make sure which conversation was heard by the mother.

“Mom even saw if you hugged her.” Unsuspectedly. The mother had only been pretending to be asleep. Even seeing and hearing all the conversations also the gestures of his eldest son who was faintly sableng.

“Oh ..” That's all that's heard from the mouth of a confused Dirga, not knowing what to answer the question and accusations of the mother.

“What is your relationship with that old woman of yours?” between the shortness of breath of the mother, it is very audible if the mother talks full of anger pressure on the son.

“No relation whatsoever. He was just a good man sent by God, to replace mother when Dirga away from mother.” Dirga replied smoothly bernerasi.

“Do not behave strangely, Dir. Our lives are hard. Don't make it hard. I'm sure she must have had a family, had children and a husband. Where's your brain, Dir? When did you teach you to behave like that, hah ...!!!” Angry .. Dirga's mother should rest and be calm . His goal in the treatment was to calm his heart race that was interrupted this afternoon. But now, he was angry. Unable to manage his emotions over his erratic thoughts.

“No Ma'am. Mom never taught Dirga that. Dirga not macem-macem same aunt Mutia. We are here with her husband. Really, we're not what you think.” is Dirga tried to calm the mother.

“Do you really know what mom has in mind about you and that woman, Dir?” urged the mother still with a mood filled with anger and resentment.

“Already. Don't guess the guess. Mom's here for treatment. Dirga is here to take care of mom, let me get well soon. It's not important we talk about aunt Mutia and whatever's on my mind. The purpose of mothers here to be healthy, there is Dita and Desta who still need mothers in the village.” Sedu Dirga on the mother.

“What only Dita and Desta need mom. You no longer need a mother. Because you already have that aunt?” ms. Larsih still accused her son of having a special relationship with Mutia.

“Kalo Dirga don't need mom anymore. Why did Dirga come here to take care of mom. Dirga worried about mom. Dirga wants a healthy mother, in order to attend the Dirga Graduation event later ma'am. Now Dirga just finished KKN. After this theses, then continued deh Yudisium. Go to college Dirga.” Dirga is always appropriate to arrange words into sentences to convince the interlocutor. Even when he was in the wrong position, Dirga was able to avoid the anger.

[Sleeping, ayank. Though not in my arms] type Dirga before going to bed. Hope the chat is countered by dear Mutia. But what is power. Although this time, the ship langung blue ticked two. But until drowsiness Dirga picked up, chat reply never Dirga received.

Sememtara in an inn room in the city. Mutia had just let go of the embrace of the husband who had just fallen asleep. Relieve his fatigue driving his four-wheeled vehicle. Then after his wife from the hospital visited Dirga's mother, suddenly his desire as a normal man appeared. And as a good wife. Of course Mutia did not refuse. For serving the husband by birth and bathin is his duty as a wife.

Mutia cleaned herself up, wiping the spheres of tears that had fallen down again. After he read all the contents of the Dirga chat that even from a few days ago. Which he had neglected. When Dirga's name he put in the archive column. And now, without a second thought. All the chat he cleaned without any intention to reply. Mutia's determination was already unanimous not to make room for Dirga. Only, to block that contact, Mutia felt it was not yet the time, whether the time he considered appropriate.

Mutia again infiltrated her hand sharing warmth with her husband. Stick his body to Pras who is cold-hearted, but can still be relied on to share his likes and hard. Mutia knew, Pras' chest was the most comfortable place for him to lean his head. And the chest was indeed his, lawful to him.

“We're home today, Mas?” mutia asked when she realized that Pras was awake, while she still looked lazy on the mattress.

“White yesterday have you given?” tanya Pras.

“Not ... haven't had time.” Honestly Mutia does not know, when is the right time to hand over the money last night. What was it when Dirga hugged her? Or when your mom talks to him. For Mutia it was very inappropriate. Or, um,. Directly to the nurse in the administration? But the nurse's room is already deserted. And maybe not on that part to keep a deposit.

“Kalo so, before we go home. We say goodbye and hand it over together.” Knot Pras who always quickly decide something..

“Good. We're home so early?” reworked the real Mutia still wanted to rather long to lay herself in that comfortable place. His body was tired, especially his brain. However, he had managed to delete all Dirga chat in his cell last night, but certainly not as easy as it was not to kill all Dirga in his memory.

“Kalo is still at home here, tomorrow we can also go home. But this morning we still have to give up the money. Maybe they need.” Pras replied and went in the restroom.

“Not about being at home. Afraid Mas still tired aja.” Mutia answered still on the bed. Pras ignored his wife's last words.

“You Pras ...?” greet the female voice as she saw Pras figure standing in the doorway.

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