Honey Semanis Tubes

GETTING WRONG

"Surya.” Sarma rebuked softly and tried to remind the son-in-law.

“Sorry, Mom,” said Surya realized his mistake.

Later, Sarma leaves Kinanti and Surya in the kitchen.

Surya sighed tired of realizing his actions.

Kinanti looked at Surya desperately. Looks like the dinner he had prepared today did not go well. “No you should go to them, Mas!”

“Yes, we know it wrong, Honey. Mas accidentally slipped,” said Surya with a tone half annoyed.

“It shouldn't happen if you don't bring work problems home. We also have rights over you, Mas.”

“The risk of having a doctor is like this, Honey. Didn't you understand all this time? Please understand a little!”

“What has Kinan been lacking? When should we know you, Mom? One of the reasons Kinan does not ngizinin Mas open practice at home, because ngarep Mas can spare time to children, to Kinan as well.”

Kinanti took out all the grunts that stuck in her heart. “Mas is more patient in hospital than us. In fact, even at home, it still takes care of patients!” Kinanti continued to protest against Surya with an increasingly unguided overflow of taste.

“Loh, how did Honey say that? Honey, you're like a kid! We have almost fifteen years of marriage, should something trivial like this is no longer a problem that must be raised! One more thing, Honey don't forget, how mas also try to understand your work out there!” tukas Surya who began to be provoked by emotions and try to dismiss jealousy because of your closeness with the damn writer.

“But, Kinan does not do homework at home, Mas!”

“Enough, Honey! I don't want to prolong this!”

Surya is shaking, quiet. Not because he did not know what to say, he just did not want to extend the endless coachman debate. Not to mention his jealousy towards Aksar who is still trying to pendam.

Surya let out a heavy sigh, then rubbed his face in frustration. He took the car keys and the briefcase that had been placed on the sofa in the middle room.

“Mas nginep in this malem hospital.” Surya passed by with a thousand steps without looking at Kinanti.

“Mas, we're not done talking!”

Half-run, Kinanti chased. However, all that remains is the smoke of a car that is driven at high speed.

Unwittingly, sadness is also reflected in two teenage figures who pay attention to their mothers from the corner of the door. Kinanti was sobbing in a piteous, the tightness in her chest was increasingly shackled.

Tonight, he needs someone, where he shares his story.

Half an hour later, Kinanti's car split the road, flickering the beauty of Ampera Bridge a little more treat for a moment of sadness in his heart. His car stopped in the courtyard of Fort Kuto Besak. Slowly Kinanti got out of the car and enjoyed the wind from the Musi River which was quite strong.

The shadow of Aksar danced before him. Kinanti did not deny that Aksar was sometimes present in his dreams. Then Kinanti took the phone from the bag on the left side of the driver's seat. There's an Aksar name on the phone screen. However, after that the phone was thrown into the car dashboard. Kinanti covered both of her faces in frustration. Aksar's longing raged with guilt for Surya.

Kinanti went back in and started the car engine, he knew where to go tonight.

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