Love You Once Again
Chapter 18 The Wrong Taste
dira came out of the room after she was dressed. At the dining table everyone had gathered except Melly.
"melly where's mah? "
"again shower, soon also come out" this pajama time mama talk while looking at her
'may this be a good start' the inner self sees her mother-in-law's attitude soften a little.
breakfast was finished some time ago.dira and dimas say goodbye will go to the house of pak jaya.
The side door of the old man's house was open and Rosi was playing gadgets on the middle sofa.
"assalamualaikum deck" dira entered followed behind him.
rosi turned towards the voice of "mba here deh" suddenly Rosi pulled her hand to sit next to him.
"walaikum salam" the voice of the mother and the pak jaya together.they were sitting near the rosi.
"answer the greeting of the deck first" said pak jaya after answering the greetings of his son and daughter-in-law.
"uh yes so the focus until forget to answer greetings kak dimas, walaikum salam kak.." replied rosi with a big smile.
"what's the deck?"dira was curious because suddenly Rosi pulled her hand.
rosi opens the sosmed instabook app and opens a message there
DEK, THIS IS MBAK DELA, MBAK REQUESTED THE MBA NUMBER DIRA DONG.. THE NUMBER THAT WAS NOT CONTACTED
"the MBA is often at home, but there are instructions that can help mbak"
dira looked towards dimas.
"how brother? " dira asked her husband for his consent.
he always remembered the message of his mother and father. "although you have not loved dimas, but he is your husband son, your duty to respect, obey and not go out of the house or do anything without the permission of your husband."
"you don't papa" dimas nodded
rosi replies to the message of a woman named dela and gives her HP number dira.
not long HP dira reads, there is a new phone number call there.
dira picked up her phone.
"whose hallo is this? "
"dira...!" the sound of the permpuan a little hysterical makes him keep his phone away.
"this is me della dir, my goodness where are you going? aq to your house said your neighbor you moved, where the number can not be contacted again. I asked brother Rama also he did not know, what crazy?? you broke-up? where are you now?" a series of questions sounded from the end there.
"the only thing dong mbak della?"dira answered briefly.
"mbak?? geez dir you tambet satan what call me mbak? hahaha"
"hello del, this is auntie"
"hello aunty..aunte moved where the hell? qo didn't say anything".
"aunty does not have your number, so can not tell you, but there are important things that also want aunt tanyain. you when balim indo del? "
"this dela has been dijakarta tan, tente where? "
"tante moved to Bandr del, om ointment here so we all moved in."
"aunty next month I'm there, all holidays, I'm not working right now either."
"i'll talk when you're here"
then Miss Nisa turned off her phone connection.
everything in the room was silent for a moment.
dira took the paper from his bag and equalized the new number when he called it.
"same sister". it turns out dela and delia are the same person.
"he was your friend in the past mb. dela often go home. but this year he dapet customs students continue to resign ngalnjutin S2 abroad." bu nisa explained
bu nisa's answer gives an idea of who dela is.
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"i'm already on the phone" said dela sound on the phone rama.
"how do you keep del? "
"dira doesn't want me either"
"what exactly is del? I want to meet dira or she is married, dira also closed myself when I met her yesterday. did I meet her parents? where I live two more days here, wednesday must be back to makasar."
"next month I go to kak city, later I find a lot of information about dira, brother Rama try to meet with parents dira aja yes? "
"it seems like it's a must-try to meet them"
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