Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Orange Juice

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Mas Dimas accepted the invitation to meet Rendi, why so much worry I guess. Especially the orange juice drama that made my wits uncontrollable at our last encounter. It's a shame I think. And Mas Dimas covered up what I did that night.

Although I finally realized when I saw the mark on my husband's body at the time. Ohh, bad me .. Good thing Dimas saved me in time that night. If I don't somehow live my life after.

Adhan Isya has reverberated now, my babies are still awake. But with the ASI stock that I have seems to leave them no longer an obstacle for me, especially before I leave the house, they have been filled first.

And my Mayra, she's already a smart sister. He can already help mbak Dinar take care of his sister, he even seemed to know the slurred babble of his sisters and his sisters were happy when chatting with his little brother.

The gate is open now, indicating that Dimas has returned from the mosque. Katjep with the same hijab has been attached pretty in my body after the previous worship isya I used. I was still chatting with twins now, it seemed Diyara kept hugging me and did not want me to let go. His eyes kept twitching at me, I chattered a while ago with my beautiful angel who marked it.

The more I hitched the more he kept trying to reach my body, finally I carried and quayun his body now. He increasingly infiltrated the search for the antidote to his thirst, continuing to push his face over me.

"It looks like Diyara wants Mik first darling," said mas Dimas who has looked neat with casual style jeans and collared casual t-shirts.

"Yes," I said. I took Diyara to the living room and I got Diyara there. His round eyes still looked at me. Not the drowsiness that he found, but the clear eyes that are getting perfectly rounded. "Beautiful," I said later, as I continued to smell the body with the scent of telon oil and baby powder.

"How about we go now?" mas Dimas said as his eyes did not budge staring at the watch on his arm which showed the time getting night.

"Well," I handed Diyara now into the arms of Dinar, looking Diyara suddenly sobbing and very sad. Mas Dimas pulls my hand now and makes sure everything will be fine, because usually after leaving the children will also be silent, according to mbak Dinar.

I'm a long way from my daughter's tiny body, until I realize a pull when I'm about to step towards the door. It turned out that Diyara was holding back the tip of my hijab with her tiny fingers. "Mother and Dad just go away for a little while and come back soon Honey," I chatted with my Diyar before I actually left her.

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Mas Dimas grabbed my shoulder as La ELPalaZZo Cafe in a hotel building where Rendi had been in front of us. Seemed in the corner a couple had been waiting for us. Frista alhamdulillah's brother is still concerned with his hijab although the indentations and bulges in his body are very clearly visible because of the stract-based outfit he chose attached to his body.

Joints with long hairstyles that are tied partially up have become his trademark, combined with black shirts and material pants that seem formal welcome us who look casual perform at night today.

We sit now, looks Rendi and mbak Frista welcome us with a friendly smile that looks strange actually in my eyes. I also forced a smile at last.

Rendi began to invite to talk mas Dimas, chat about business, business development, the addition of outlets into a preliminary conversation that looks quite interesting to respond to mas Dimas. Until the food we ordered finally arrived, we continued our conversation while continuing to enjoy the dishes on our own plate.

In the chatter looks Rendi stated that she has been sincere with the care of mas Dimas over Mayra her biological daughter. Rendi also stated that he and Frista had decided to live in America where Rendi's mother came from.

They kept saying wonderful things about their plans and didn't want to bother our family back. They even hope to still be able to maintain and improve family relationships that had been cut off so far.

For some time, the food at our table was gone. Orange juice instantly caught my eyes at that instant. The drink that had left a bad story in his time, made me seem reluctant and full of worry to gulp it down. I looked at my husband closely, he seemed to nod as if he stated everything had been different and would be fine. I also took a sip of the yellow drink at last although doubt still enveloped me.

And ... why does everything seem blurry after ... what is this? "Mass ...," I called my husband many times but I didn't hear my husband's answer. Until the big hands I felt kept taking me. And I don't remember any more after that ....

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