LET ME GO MY HUSBAND

CHAPTER 24 Posing

That night, the two were unable to sleep well. Both Daffa and Andhira, just pretend to sleep. On one side was Andhira who kept thinking about the bad treatment of Daffa. On the other hand there was Daffa who felt the need to struggle to get forgiveness from Andhira. Although in fact, Daffa did not need to bother if only to get the apology, because Andhira himself had said that he could forgive, the difficult thing is to forget the pain that had been imprinted.

The night grew colder, but Andhira's attitude towards Daffa was no less cold. The floor filled the room. Only the fragrant aroma that comes from the spread of lotion on Andhira's body that invokes the sense of smell. Daffa's thoughts glared far away as the body's fragrance accompanied his every breath. The jet-black-eyed man turned his head and examined Andhira by looking at Andhira's back-faced face.

"Huuuft," Daffa snorted as he lay straight staring at the ceiling of the room.

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"Mas, today I want to go with my impurity friends, is it okay?" Andhira asked permission.

Daffa seemed to think for a moment. "Together with your male friends too?" ask Daffa while staring unwillingly.

"Yes, Mas," Andhira answered honestly.

Andhira's motorist friends are indeed composed of women and men who are gathered in certain groups. They can be from inside, or outside the territory. So, their numbers are quite a lot.

"If I don't agree, do you mind?" explained Daffa.

Andhira was silent and mute in a thousand languages. "It's okay, Mom. Shouldn't I obey you. Let's see what you'll do after this!" inner Andhira smiled with a cold look.

"Dhira?" daffa awaits an answer.

"As you say, Mas," said Andhira who means obedience to Daffa.

The woman who now tends to be more courageous also passed away leaving Daffa from the living room. He no longer cares about the pleasures of his life with his friends. Andhira just thought how to keep her sanity awake. As long as Daffa wasn't rude to him, he would try to obey. Although deep in Andhira's heart wailed, screaming to be free from all the snares of the situation that bound his soul.

"His body is with me, but not with his heart. In fact, I could feel how those eyes were reluctant to just look at me," muttered Daffa aware of Andhira's attitude towards him.

After an hour after the conversation, Andhira appeared to be holding her pale face in front of the mirror. He also did not understand why the series on his face seemed to disappear? Could it be that it was due to his soul being restrained and shackled by bitterness? Truly, Andhira was completely unable to understand it.

She put on a pink lipstick, and then applied it to her lips. Andhira also smeared a little solid powder onto the surface of her face, and did not forget to neatly comb her eyebrows using a spoolie brush. The simple makeup is enough to restore the hue of his face with a beauty that still looks natural.

From the doorway, Daffa was standing watching Andhira. "She looks so beautiful, even with just a polish of her makeup," Daffa murmured in admiration.

"Wait a minute, did she dress up for me?" he continued in a hopeful heart.

Daffa hopes? Just be right. Could it be that he had forgotten his own words, which once said that forever Andhira was just a tangled outfit for him? Now look! He even smiled meaningfully when he saw Andhira preening. Would it be hypocritical for Daffa to say that there was no love in his heart for Andhira?

"Thank you, my wife," Daffa suddenly approached Andhira, and landed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"thank you? What's for?" andhira asked with a puzzled face.

"For what you're doing. You're dressed up for me, aren't you?" daffa said confidently.

"I'm sorry, Mom. But, I dress up to give myself some comfort, and this isn't for you."

DEGG!

At once Daffa's lips were clenched by a hoax.

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