Comel Wife Choice Abi

Mute Witness

Arunika greeted, slipping through the gaps - window slits. Give a touch of spirit, to start walking the day.

This morning Abimana has looked fresh, her hair is still wet, adding value to the good looks of a shady-eyed man.

Drrrrt .. drtts ....

Sound of vibration of flat objects that are above the nightstand. Abiman grabbed the thing, apparently there was a vidio call from the silly girl, Kirana. The handsome man began to receive vidio call.

📞👨 : "Asalamu'alaikum, what's the matter Ran? Kangen yakkk??"

📞👧 : "Wa'alaikumsalam. Hishhhhh, no Bim. Why are you also kangen???"

📞👨 : "If not kangen, why early in the morning already vidio call??"

📞👧 : "Echhh Markun, I just want to ask for help. Follow me to Beringharjo Market today, will you?"

📞👨 : "God willing can. What time is Markonah?"

📞👧 : "Hour 10.00 wib, yes?"

📞👨 : "Ready. I'll pick you up."

📞👧 : "Still Mas Markun .. wkkkkk."

📞👨 : "Hemmmm, yes Markonah."

📞👧 : "Asalamu'alaikum."

📞👨 : "Wa'alaikumsalam."

After ending the conversation via vidio call, Abimana rushed out of the room. The handsome man walked towards the dining room.

In the dining room, Hasan and Arini, were already sitting waiting for their son to have breakfast together.

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In the dining room.

Before starting the breakfast ritual this morning, the three of them discussed Abimana's desire to propose to Kirana.

"Bim, I've expressed your desire to propose to Kirana. Is Father's son's decision to question Bu Ratri's daughter steady, Cah Bagus?" Hasan asked the question by looking at his son clingy.

"Yes Dad. God willing, Bima's decision has been established to make Kirana as a companion to life." Abimana answered firmly.

"If Dad's son is a spell, we as your parents are very happy, Father and Mother bless you." Hasan developed a smile.

There was a twinkle of happiness emanated from the look on Abimana's face, when he heard the father's words.

"Thank God, thank you, Father, Mother."

"Yes Bim. Plan, when will Father's son propose to his beautiful doctor mother like an angel?" goda Hasan to his beloved son.

Abhimana smiled widely, he replied to Hasan's words, "God willing, after Bang Ilham married, Well."

Hasan frowned and asked his son, "Ustadz Ilham will marry, with whom is Bim?"

"With the Holy, Well."

"You mean, Holy princess Pak Arya, Bim? Do Ustadz Inspiration and Saints know each other?"

"Of course they don't know each other, Dad. The plan, Bima will introduce them first."

"That means it's still a long time, Bim, you and Kirana can be together?"

"Just pray can be quickened, Dad. As soon as Bang Ilham and Suci were truly married, Bima would immediately propose to Kirana."

"Hmmmm, Mom's son doesn't seem to be able to sleep on his own, Dad." Arini squinted her eyes, teasing her handsome son.

"Achhhh, that's not why it's Mom." Abimana smiled broadly as she replied to her mother.

"Lantas, what donk Bim?" Arini chuckles.

"Bima wants to perfect the faith. By having a wife, God willing, Bima will be more excited to live life, Mom." Answer Abimana with conviction.

The faces of Arini and Hasan suddenly showed happiness when they heard Abimana's answer.

"We're so proud of you, Bim. Let's have breakfast first!" Take Arini with a smile.

The three of them started a ritual meal together. An atmosphere of intimacy and love, always created when the Abimana family gather.

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Without feeling, they arrived at their destination, Beringharjo Market.

Abimana and Kirana got out of the car after the handsome man put his car in the parking lot, south of the market.

The two of them, walked into the market. The voices of the merchants and the visitors sounded very boisterous.

Indeed, Beringharjo Market is one of the places that became a silent witness, the journey of the love story of Abimana and the ex-lover, Alya. In the past, Abimana and Alya had enjoyed the atmosphere of Beringharjo Market with laughter. They drank both, and bought typical batik Jogja for both parents Abimana. Alya bought batik clothes for Arini and Hasan, as the embodiment of affection to both parents of the beloved man.

Abimana stared at the place. He tried to resist the feeling that returned to the raging when remembering the beautiful memories that had been passed.

"God, keep this heart to always establish itself to open new sheets, and to put off feelings that you should not feel" Abimana whispered inwardly.

"Bim, we're going to Bu Murti's kiosk. I want to buy batik clothes to give to Pak Arya and Suci."

Deggs ...

Abimana's heart suddenly thumped very fast, he again remembered Alya, because the woman bought batik clothes for both parents at the stall.

"Replace ...."

Kirana's voice resuscitated Abimana.

"Eh, yes. Why Ran?"

"I've been watching you since Bim. Looks like you're daydreaming something."

Abiman let out a long sigh before replying to Kirana.

"Mmm, this place reminds me of her, Ran."

Kirana gave a smile as soon as she heard Abimana's words.

"Sorry Bim, I didn't mean to make you remember the memories you've created in this place."

"Yes, Ran. Hah, it's Ran. Let's get to Bu Murti's kiosk!"

"Heem Bim."

The two of them set foot towards Bu Murti's stall.

Arriving at the batik kiosk, Kirana began to choose the batik clothes that would be given to Arya and Suci. Kirana's shrewdness when choosing batik patterns, just like Alya.

After being satisfied to choose a batik pattern, and bargaining the price, Kirana also paid for the clothes that had been chosen. Actually, Abhimana wanted to pay for all those clothes, but was subtly rejected by Kirana.

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Kirana and Abimana brought six paper bags containing all the groceries of the beautiful doctor.

While walking towards the eastern market, a middle-aged woman draped a scarf around her neck, walking up to the two of them.

"Dhen, I'll just bring you the groceries!" said the woman, offering them both to bring groceries. He worked as a laborer or a cradle porter.

"No need, Mbok," Abimana replied with a friendly smile.

"Ehemmm, Yu bring all these paper bags! If you can't bring them all, you can ask for help yu gendong who is standing in front of the stairs," Kirana asked with a smile.

"Ohh, ngggeh Dhen Ayu," replied the fat lady, vigorously. He walked over to his comrades-in-arms and fellow laborers, who were standing in front of the stairs.

"Yu Nghenah, let's fuck me! Don't buy Dhen Ayu's stuff." ( "Yu Nghenah, come with me! Bring Dhen Ayu's belongings." ) invite the pickled laborer named Kijul, with the look of his eyes that look sparkling.

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