Love Smells

Chapter 127 Victims?

Mommy Rita who was then intending to meet Miss Devina paused her intention when she heard a faint sound from inside Devina's room.

The voice was too slow to make Mommy Rita could not hear him clearly, but he was sure it was not an ordinary conversation.

GECK.

GECK.

GECK.

Mommy Rita knocked on the door of the room occupied by Miss Devina after she was sure the conversation had ended, Because the atmosphere was quiet again.

CREEK..

The sound of the door opening.

" Jeng?!" sapa Bu Devina was half nervous, yet she kept trying to calm down.

Mommy Rita smiled as she said.

" How's jeng doing?"

" Ah, yes my good news is jeng, you alone?" Miss Devina tried to be as friendly as possible.

" I'm also good jeng, oh yeah, can I ask your help jeng?"

Miss Devina was silent.

" Tumben he asked for my help, what's wrong?" pikiir Bu Devina's.

" That's it if jeng doesn't mind!" mommy Rita continued, because she did not get an answer from Miss Devina, someone who had been her best friend.

" Oh, no jeng I don't mind at all, if I may know what I can help you with?" Ms. Devina smiled, but in her heart she hoped that what she did would benefit from Rita's mommy family.

" Morning tomorrow is my daughter-in-law's seven-monthly event, Dhita. So I want this Devina jeng to help me prepare everything." mommy expressed her wish.

" Well, jeng I'm willing, aren't we family?" Miss Devina tried her best in front of mommy Rita.

" All right, thank you!" mommy Rita said.

" Yes, you're both jeng!" ma'am Devina replied with a smile.

After feeling there was nothing else to talk about, mommy Rita was finally saying goodbye because there was still something she had to do.

While Miss Devina just rubbed her chest.

" It's a good thing he didn't hear our conversation" muttered Bu Devina. It seems he is planning something.

After that Miss Devina went back inside her room.

He was looking around for a cellphone that he threw somewhere, because he was surprised to hear someone knocking on the door of his room, Sontak made Bu Devina throw her phone in any direction.

TRILILITITE

TRILILITITE

TRILILITITE

The sound of her phone ringing, Ms. Devina tried to look in the direction of the sound.

" Oh, it's behind the pillow!" muttered Bu Devina while reaching for her phone tucked behind a pillow.

" Hello!" ma'am Devina replied, picking up the call on her phone.

And there was the voice of the angry man across the street.

" Why did the phone suddenly turn off?" that voice sounded so emotional.

" Yes, there was someone outside calling me, so I thought I'd just close the call, instead of that person hearing all of our talk?" Ms. Devina tried to explain the reason for closing the call on her phone unilaterally.

" Okay, I got the reason!" answer the voice across.

" Well, I guess until here first, we'll continue again!"

TUUTS

TUUTS

TUUTS

I don't know who contacted him, I don't know what they had planned. But clearly at that moment he was smiling. A terrible smile.

Meanwhile in the living room the three friends were chatting, they told each other about the story of each other's lives.

It feels the same as when they were teenagers. But here Dhita is the one who dwells more listening to the story of his two friends.

Because he does not want to mention about the image that is always present in his love story.

Silence is better, right?.

" Hey Dhi, dong's story?" pinta Rena after she finished telling me about herself and Reyhan.

" It's not necessary," replied Dhita who immediately got a sneer from his two besties.

" eaac...Eeeaaa..!" The sleeping Rere wriggled, the tiny baby moving his head left and right. Apparently he was looking for something.

" He must be thirsty" Dhita told Citra, who never got tired of petting and pampering the baby.

Rena, who heard her daughter's voice, stood up and grabbed her baby.

" Dear you're awake? you're thirsty, want some milk?" Rena thrust a pacifier containing formula milk to her daughter.

" Why don't you just love your daughter?" tanya Puri, Puri does not have time to visit Rena during childbirth. In because Puri is very busy taking care of Ednan who is quite active, to make him often overwhelmed.

Let alone to visit Rena, to eat alone he must wait until someone replaces him to take care of his son.

" There's a problem with my breast milk, the doctor suggested it's better to give formula milk only!" answer Rena.

" issue?" This time, Dhita asked.

" Why don't I ever know, you got a problem with your ASI?" dhita.

" That's because you're too busy

with other people's lives, so Bestie herself doesn't mind." Reply Rena while glancing one eye towards Citra.

Lucky at that time Citra was not paying attention to him. If only, the mood would change.

" Oh, come on, don't act like a kid, I think you're all grown up!" said Dhita trying to keep the atmosphere calm.

Rena just kept quiet, while giving formula to her daughter.

Hearing Rena's words, Dhita felt worried about herself.

" What about me? am I going to experience the same thing as you?" dhita asked, her face showing anxiety.

" Not always, for example me!" puri said, he does not want his best friend too much thought.

" I don't have any problems, so you take it easy, just leave everything to the almighty!" puri continued.

" Amij!" Dhita raises both hands, hoping nothing will happen to her and her two babies.

" And may the almighty free you from the bondage of that woman!" Rena who still feels dislike for Citra still insinuates her.

However Citra had ceased to exist in that place, because earlier Miss Devina had called her.

" Hust, don't talk like that, she married Mas Ar too because of my request!" Dhita feels bad if both of her besties continue to offend about Citra.

" You're being too nice, just because you feel indebted to that woman, you're willing to sacrifice your husband." Puri who had just been a listener, now spoke up.

" Casualty?" Dhita frowned.

" Yes, especially if you take your husband as a victim, forced to marry a woman he doesn't love at all, isn't that torture?" spray Puri who has always harbored his regret with the behavior of his best friend who thinks stupid.

Dhita silently pondered over all the words of her best friend.

" May I have been selfish? is it possible that I have sacrificed Ar mas with all my requests? Oh Allah forgive me!" Dhita.