JODOHKU MR. DUDA

The Meeting of the Gods and Naresh

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There is a pervasive pain, each considering El's closeness to Angga. As much as the wound he has scratched on Nisa, until the ex-wife is reluctant to meet with her only child.

The god pulls the tie until it feels loose. Then lean the body on the sofa. Memory switched on the incident this morning, then a smile on his lips. Making Nisa come back like she used to, after that just trying to approach her family. A plan he had thought through carefully.

The god tried to call Nisa, but the woman reluctantly accepted. On the fourth call, it is connected.

"Ngapain the phone? So distracting! It's night!" Nisa's voice sounded sniffling. Looks like the trip to the outlet this morning, still makes the woman careless.

God stroked the chest, if only it were not the person he loved, it would have struck him back.

[Patience, patience. He is like this because of my contribution, ] whispered in his heart.

"Assalamu alaikum warahmatulahi wabarakatuh, my halal lover candidate, the future mother of my children, who always fragrant all day."

Nisa who was at the end there, somewhere, was getting irritated to hear it.

"Waalaikum salam" he said. Still with a voice of emotion, "Snap, what do you want to say?"

The gods tried to be calm and patient. Although stalling a smile when imagining the face of Nisa who craved.

"Dear lady, Brother wants to help you with something, can you?"

"Apaan Nang neng nang neng, wear dear all. No need to be a monster! Want what?" Jutek's tone still dominated his voice.

"Can you send me a photo of El, right? Brother wants to see the results of the sister seeds, which Neng dear, succeeded in fruiting." The gods can't hold amused, hands shut their mouths.

"Huekk, you perverted widower, crazy widower! Why ask for a photo of El, just know!"

The god sighed, his heart suddenly in pain. Nisa's words about El, very poignant.

"I want to put it on the wall, as a reminder that I have responsibilities. Can that be, Neng?"

At the end there Nisa choked, [Responsibility,] she murmured inwardly.

"Let me take all the weight on your shoulders" added the Lord, when he heard no reply from the woman. Silent. Eventually the phone connection was cut off.

The man was back on the sofa. Head looked up, hoping Nisa would meet her small request.

A minute, two minutes, three minutes God still holds out hoping his phone rings. Eyes almost fell asleep when the vibration of the phone made him shocked.

A WA message from Nisa containing some photos of El, their son. A glimmer of hope loomed, like through space. A wide smile curled at both corners of his lips. Only one word can describe it all, happy.

Nisa, who is reluctant to share information about El, has now softened. Little by little the man was determined to be the antidote due to the pain he incited himself.

The god returned to reply back with a spirit greater than before.

[Thank you, dear] with emoticons love.

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Nisa looked towards the car window, the same sight every day for the citizens of the capital. Vehicles seem endless to explore every segment of the road. Then it goes and there are many traffic jam points.

While the God drove his car with occasional glances at the woman on the side.

Since then no one has started to talk, no matter what in the mind of the ex-friend and ex-husband. Only the sound of radio broadcasters chattering in the morning before noon.

"I want you to behave accordingly, if we meet the head of the showroom branch. You see, they are not part of our company, in contrast to the outlets we visited yesterday. It still belongs to our subsidiary."

"I tell you yes, so that your knowledge is not just Drakor."

"What's? I just love watching, not fanatical fans."

"Pantesan there is no calm at all. Once in their example, feminine, spoiled, cute again." The words of the God slid without any burden at all, making the former even more sultry.

"Oh githu yes, well I am a tomboy. No, actually I'm a man just disguised as a woman. Now it's clear, don't bother. No need to mention candidates, candidates!" he attacked with a cynical grin.

"Sorry former Neng, I will keep bothering you until you are halal for the second time."

Nisa furrowed her brows, while the Gods refocused on controlling the steering.

"Oiya, whether you are female or not, I think everything has been proven in bed." The god spoke calmly without looking at Nisa. In his heart was broken.

"Basar duda pervert!"

"Haha." Laughter that he had been holding back from earlier. "What is perverted? Which one of my words?"

"That was bed talking. Tauk!"

"Listen, not do. Is it still categorized as perverted?"

Nisa pursed her lips, staring intently at the man.

"No need to let go, I know what's on your mind, Father."

God stopped the car on the side of the road. Looking at Nisa, he did not blink.

"Now try to tell me what's on my mind." She leaned over and brought her face closer, making Nisa nervous.

Highlight the eyes of the God's eagle, precisely stuck in the former's two neutrals. The look that often makes it fall. Long ago. Nisa was silent not knowing what to say.

The god smiled faintly, able to sense the woman still had a taste. It only takes time to make her truly accept and fall in love again. Like her who just realized her feelings, shortly after dropping a talaq on Nisa.

Until making his relationship with Wanda bland and ended with the word BREAK from the lover. When the Gods are determined to find Nisa, Wanda realizes that there is love behind their friendship.

The gods returned the vehicle. The atmosphere turned awkward.

"We stopped by for a while in that front cafe." Nisa flinch, it's free to refuse.

The woman was shocked, as her feet entered the coffee-loving area. Naresh's sister Nisa, was staring at the two of them.

He quickly turned around, wanting to avoid the anger of his brother. However, God swiftly grasped his female hand.

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