DADDY'S! (Among 2 Wives Revenge)

Chapter 42# Meeting the Dew

As far as the eye could see, there was only a stretch of tea plantations visible in the eyes of Dew at this time. Panorama of sunlight in the afternoon, further beautify the natural atmosphere. But unfortunately, a few days living in the countryside, Dewun never enjoy the soothing atmosphere.

"Did you miss Mother, as Mother missed you?" Dew wondered as he held his vision to the twilight sky.

Almost a week left Surya and Light with the Storm that was not like how the man was, the Dew day was only spent pondering and torturing the quiet space of his heart.

His longing for Dilan is not as severe, rather than his longing for Dew to Light and Solar at this time. Heavy miss!

"Rem ... Time feels very long, if the pace of life has no way of purpose. Like I am now!" Dew murmured in ruffles. Then turned slowly, turning back to the twilight sky that would be swallowed up early in the night sky. He was not excited about doing anything. Sleep feels not good, eating also feels bland all.

His shaky steps continued down the path after step, leaving behind a faint tea plantation that had faintly no chorus of crickets, sounding melodious.

"Just come home, Neng?"

"Yes, Mang! Dew politely replied to his neighbor. Looking at the appearance of this middle-aged man in front of him, it seemed like he was going to a mushola. The sound of Adzan holding is reverberating at this time.

"So there's a nyariin, Neng. From the city he said."

"Who, Mang?"

"Tea, don't know."

"Where is he going now?"

"It's gone, Neng! Yes yes it is... Go to mushola. Assalamualaikum."

"Glamma!" The dew answers reverence. Then he moved towards the house he had lived in for many years. Thankfully, the good Mamang who had just greeted him, always took care of his house even though he said he had been contracted to people who needed shelter. And the money sometimes replaces buildings that are already unfit.

"Who's looking for me? Hem... There's no way it's a storm and a kid, right?" Dew wonders while turning the door lock of his house.

"But it's true, here we are!"

Degs...

The dew jolted, would the voice of a stranger who suddenly shrunk behind him.

Want to be sure, what tells humans or magrib demons that mimic the voice of people? The dew twisted his body. His eyes blinked a few times. Still want to test if this is not a dream, Dew silly pinched his cheek while continuing to look at the three people in front of him alternately.

"Kal__"

"Yeshaaaaaa!"

Buaagh...

The twins hugged the leg of the Dew, making the Mother realize that this is not a demon incarnation or dream. It's real! The children he longed for were in plain sight even now he had hugged and kissed the cheek of the twins, alternately.

"Why don't you kiss anyway?" Ah... Unfortunately, the Storm was just envious inwardly. By the way, there is no Dew in front of his eyes, which he said will mencipo* lips Dew until swollen and numb. In fact... The Blue Sagara child is not as smart as his father who is a sweet mode maker in order to get the attention of the idol.

" Mother misses you so much!" Dew's voice trembled, his eyes glazed over. It was hard to say the word conveyed his longing. Only hugs and kisses that he continues to apply to Light and Surya are not happy to meet the Mother.

"I'm sorry, Surya huh, Bun?"

"Well, too?"

"Surya was disappointed with Mother! Sorry huh?"

"Read too!"

For a long time, Surya became irritated to listen to the voice of Light who just said, "Caca too, Caca too" Kayak no more other words. Ish...

"Forgot that, honey!" Dew hugged the two tiny figures in front of the door. The storm got bored of being ignored. Say hello or kiss dong, ah!

"Ehem.. Ehem..." In order to get the attention of Dew, Storm to throttles like a chicken sprained a jar. His neck was rubbed several times. Then he said, "Is there a hot tea seller here?" tanyanya. Let it in.

"There, at Ina's mom's stall. House number three right side."

Ahhh... Storm grimacing. His wife is not sensitive at all. Hem... Instead of waiting for the drought to be welcome, the storm main nyelonong enter. Passing Solar and Light is also Dew. He also sat on a wooden chair that was far soft because it was not a sofa. Dew just shook his head to see the behavior of the Storm which was a little strange according to him.

" Bun, Caca is tired! Can I rest?"

"You can rest in your room which there is only one room here."

And Surya is also Light, soon passed in. Look for a moment at the Storm sitting on a chair.

"What do you want?"

"You're sleeping, so tired, Dad!" Surya answered the reverence. While the Light does not stop its steps, towards rooms that do not have doors, only obsolete orders as a substitute for doors.

"Eum, go, go" replied Storm spirit. This is a chance with Dewun. It's engrossed!

After Surya's figure had disappeared, the Storm immediately stood up from the wooden chair, turning towards the door. "Where, Dew?" she asked as she stepped towards the door. But stifled when the Dew has been seen the trunk of his nose. Seks... Sek.., why did Dew bring in the twins' shoes. His shoes are not special.

"Why should I bring it in?" ask Storm. The fleeting dew glares awkwardly. Then walk to the back room is a simple kitchen. In the corner there is a bathroom that may be very small in size.

The storm is clearly trailing. "Kok quiet?"

Stop... Bugghs...

"Aww," Ringis Storm when the Dew arrived stopped his steps. Kan, it became his chest that was still sore on the back of the Dewun.

"Isa... Why do I have to follow, anyway? You sit here." This is the name of a small disaster with an extraordinary gift for the Storm. It's okay to hurt a little, but tipped can be attention from Dew. Currently, his wife was leading him to sit on a medium-sized bamboo bale that was inside the kitchen. I don't know what it does, the dining table? Like her, make a place to eat because since the Storm did not see a table to eat at the Dewun house.

"Sorry!" Dew stuttering. Aware of his hands that were on both shoulders sat the Storm. Ah... Why is the mood so awkward? Dew hates this kind of atmosphere.

"As a good host, I will make you tea. Waita minute!"

The storm nodded that did not want to shift his gaze on the face of Dewun who turned out to be beautiful as well as his fierce wife. Ah... Where the hell am I? Kok just realized.

And the atmosphere went back to silence, the two humans seemed to have no mouth. The storm is silent because it is confused about the chain of strands that are concerned to invite the Dew to marry in the real sense. And that means, the Dew must be ready three M; cook, scramble and manak for him. Fine, two points are cook and macak, Dew no doubt. But the third point is manak, Dew has indeed given offspring, twins again. But it was an accident. If in marriage, does Dew want to?

"Come on, cut out the sweet word, Dai! How is it when times like this your brain becomes blackboard anyway?" The storm was busy beating itself in the heart. "Grab, do you want to be my wife? Uh... She's my wife now." The storm of inner wrestling continues. When he wanted to make a sound to launch his action, he was born when the tea was in front of him.

"Seat the tea! After that, you get out of here."

Eeh... Ngusir coeg!

Spend said? Okay, don't spend it so there's still a reason to linger long in the Dewun house.

"I don't want to leave here!" reject the Storm lightly and ignore the Dew delicacy that was willing to take as many as the twins on the floor.

"Don't I put the divorce papers in your room?"

"I threw it away!"

"Why banished?"

"Because I don't want a divorce?"

"Why not?"

"Because __" turn to answer because I love you, even his tongue sprained because of the twins. Ouch.. I'm really sorry. If the Dew is not in front of him, he has twisted his tongue.

Instead of answering, Dew instead moved away from the Storm. And before being swallowed by the blue bathroom door made of PVS, Dew said, "It's enough that I've used the twins. Do not survive only because of compulsion. Go, Storm. The twins will understand after I explain. You pantes happy!"

"But, Dew __"

Braaks...

Even close the door. The storm smashed his lips. Dew did not want to give her a chance to talk.

"Mistake yourself, bego, iiihh..."The storm patted his back head, a snarl as it did not quickly take advantage of the talking time as the Dew made tea.

" Ahaa... I have an idea not to be kicked out. If it works, I could have treated the Dew. Smart sometimes too! " The storm flicked its fingers, smiling cleverly. Then shouted to the Dew who was not sure what was in there. Can you take a shower, right? Ah, patience. It will approach the Dew slowly land. A million times the Dew drove him away, then two million times he would come.

" I'm going yes, Dew!"

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