
"Mrs Laras..." Sapa Dewi when the woman and man who failed to become her father-in-law just got off the elevator. The Goddess smiled, welcoming Laras like nothing had ever happened. Although Laras had instigated all residents to expel the Goddess from his own homeland. However, the forgiving female Goddess did not seem to have the slightest grudge.
"Mother healthy?" The goddess reached out her hand to greet the woman who once loved her so much. However, let alone welcome, look at the face of the Goddess did not want to.
Bu Laras lowered his head, his eyes unintentionally catching the left hand of the Goddess who was embracing Bram's waist. He pulled both ends of his lips scorned. Then raised his head turned to look at the baby in the sling of the man.
The goddess pulled her hand back, undoing the intention to shake hands. Dewi endured the sadness if thought what was wrong until bu Larasati so much hate him. While Bram who does not know about his wife and the woman in front of him, trying to examine.
"Goddess..." Mr. Gatot smiled kindly, Dewi turned his head.
"Mr..." The goddess returned the friendly smile and cupped both hands. The hospitality of Mr. Gatot slightly reduces the sadness in the heart of the Goddess.
"This is my husband Sir" said the Goddess. Pak Gatot's gaze turned to Bram and approached. Both men shook hands.
"Congratulations Son, I heard from the citizens that you are married turned out to be right" said Mr. Gatot seriously. Because when Pak rt gathers citizens, Gatot with Firmansyah is not in place. While Bu Laras senganja did not come.
"So you're the Goddess' husband?" Sambar Barrel. Making the three switch to staring at Laras.
"True Ma'am," the Goddess replied.
"I asked this man, why are you drawing Wi" Bu Laras glanced at the Goddess full of evil plans.
"Although the answer to Dewi, the answer will be the same Mom, because I am the husband of Dewi" Bram this time began to understand where the direction of the talk of bu Larasati. However, Bram tries to control his emotions. Otherwise, the Goddess would definitely be angry at him.
"Haha.. You're so smart Wi! Failing to get Firmansyah my son to cover your disgrace! But you managed to get this man to acknowledge as your baby's father!" Cynical Barrel. He was satisfied to have said that.
"Mom!" Sentak mr. Gatot. He was ashamed of Bram who was holding back angrily, judging from his red eyes.
"Loh, am I wrong to talk so well. You know how the Goddess used to be, even though she was clearly pregnant, but still willing to accept when our child proposed her!" Fuck the barrel without feeling.
"Hiks hyks" The goddess this time cried dumbstruck while looking down.
"Honey. We're out of here" Bram had no choice but to leave. If it wasn't for Baras's mom, Bram would have slapped the woman's mouth.
Bram hugged his wife's shoulder stepping outside towards the car. Without the Goddess of the story, who the two parents were intelligent brain Bram immediately thought that the two parents were both parents of the Word.
"Hiks..hiks hyks" The goddess could not stop her crying, while walking to take sheet after sheet of tissue to shrink her tears.
"Honey.. Never mind, this is why I forbid you to go home quickly to Indonesia" Bram advised. He deliberately buy time so that the Goddess does not come home quickly. Bram at least waited for his house so first so that something like this did not happen, because the distance of his new house with Dewi was still a bit far, but apparently Dewi remained insistent.
The goddess did not answer a word except sobs, her tears shed.
When the two arrive at the parking lot, Dewi is surprised by the arrival of Firmansyah. The Goddess quickly removed the trace of tears in order not to be seen by Firmansyah. If it could the Goddess wanted to dodge, but there was no time anymore because the Word was already in front of her.
"Goddess, what's wrong with you?" Ask Firman to look at the Goddess and Bram alternately. While Bram was huffing at the arrival of the man.
"What are you about Goddess?" Ask the Skipper.
"Ask your parents!" Bram replied intimidatingly.
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