
When Dewi was arguing with the foreign woman who claimed to be Bramanstya's bedmate, the two stopped when Bram came.
The woman whose cheeks were polished red like the person who wanted the condition, her eyes were fixed on Bram who was holding both shoulders of the Goddess. The woman was disappointed, but all this time looking for Bram, besides Bram was handsome also always gave luxury to him.
"Bramannstya..." After a few minutes of silence, the woman greeted Bram. Bram's lips clenched tightly, wanting to expel the woman had no right, because it was a public place. Her chest was deg with not-don't the woman in her past was telling a no-no to the Goddess.
"Mas..we are looking for souvenirs," Dewi moved to wrap her hands around Bram's waist which looked confused.
"Okay..." Bram according to him, when Dewi invited him away from leaving Lesehan. Whether to be given what punishment by the Goddess, Bram according to the feeling of restless how the Goddess attitude after this.
While the Goddess, while walking looked back. He smiled as he stuck his tongue out like a child towards the woman who was still glued with an annoyed face.
"Mas, I bought souvenirs for Aunt Ela as well as sisters," said Dewi while choosing a special souvenir of banten when it arrived at the shopping center.
"Buy it as you please honey..." Bram was a little relieved, when Dewi did not mention the problem of meeting with women who were surnamed Karin.
Dewi bought souvenirs for Jati, Galih, his parents, aunt Ela, and also bi Ami. After getting everything they get back to the car. Bram called Zaidan out of nowhere. Because he walks alone does not want to disturb his boss.
"Honey's... Karin was talking to you?" Bram dared to ask. When they were already in the car about to go home, but still waiting for Zaidan.
"Who is Karin?" The goddess who was about to chat aunt Ela, asked about Calvin urung, because she turned to her husband.
"Today's the woman we met earlier," Bram didn't want any more bumps in their hearts, before returning to Jakarta all had to be settled here.
"Oh, he said, only he can satisfy Mas in bed." Answer the Goddess without taking her eyes off the phone.
Deg. Bram's face was instantly deathly pale, his tongue felt a faint to explain to the Goddess.
"Not to be so uptight, you know, ordinary times..." Said Dewi, apparently know what her husband was thinking after a moment of silence, Dewi turned to Bram.
"Honey.. Don't listen to him..." Lirih Bram's. The tiger's voice turned into a cat's voice.
"So... You're not mad honey?" Bram tightened his body until stuck with the Goddess.
"For me, it's your past Mas, the important thing is that you have changed," Honestly Goddess.
"Honey..." Bram kissed the Goddess' cheek from the side, moved by the Goddess' speech. His heart felt plump for it.
"Now we have Calvin Mas, so we have to learn to mature. So also with you, do not be a little jealous," Goddess of the talk at length so that Bram no longer jealous of the Word.
"I'm the same Word as the past. Honestly, when I was living in Amsterdam, little by little you were able to shift the Word from my heart,"
"I'm glad to hear it honey..." This is the answer Bram wants to hear from his wife.
"From now... Pleass deh Mas. no longer hostile to the Word," Firm Goddess, currently they with Firmansyah live in one area, of course will often meet. The Goddess wanted, Bram regarded the Word as a friend or at least as a neighbor.
"Sorry sir, the bathroom is in line," the eagerly awaited Zaidan came, stopping their conversation.
"It's okay Zai, you better leave now," Dewi certainly can't wait to see her son soon.
The car cleaves the peacock highway, heading for Jakarta. On the way the Goddess slept in the lap of Bram.
They currently leave Calvin at the residence of om Hasan in Jakarta. Besides taking a walk, according to plan. Bram's having his wedding reception. Bram chose a reception in Jakarta, so that business partners and friends could attend the party.
"Honey.. wake up hee..." Bram open the Goddess, three hours on the way apparently the Goddess sleep is not disturbed.
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