Mother of My Husband's Son

Reason

The job discussion is over.

" Bim, I'll go to the toilet first, okay?.

" Yes, do you need a friend Ga?

" Of course, no!

Bima chuckled." Alright. Don't stay in the toilet too long. I will miss you later.

" Crazy fasar! " Braga passed by leaving Bima and headed to the toilet.

Braga walked over while checking his phone which kept vibrating. Braga's focus is distracted by the messages that go into his cell phone.

Braga walked down and read his phone from the opposite direction, and a girl walked towards Braga. The girl also did not pay attention to the road. The middle eye noticed his hand, focusing on cleaning the stains on the bottom of the shirt.

' Brugkkk

Braga and the girl collided. Braga's phone fell out of his hand. The girl looked very surprised. He immediately grabbed the phone that fell on his floor. Braga was still silent.

" A.. fuck! the phone screen cracked. " Inner of the girl. Frightened, the girl got up and handed her phone with her face down in fear.

" I'm sorry sir. I don't watch the road. Once again forgive me.

Braga looked at that lowered face. Braga rounded his eyes. The girl he had noticed earlier was in front of him.

" Ti, it's okay.

" The thing is, your phone cracked. I know, the father's phone is the latest output phone.I also know the price must be very expensive.

" Ah, no ma,-then shouldn't you replace it?

" What the hell is he! I've apologized. He looks so easy to change the phone.Why ask me to replace it. " Inner of the young girl.

" I'm sorry sir. I am currently in college and not working. I have no income. I'm not sure I can change my phone.

" Would I wait for you to graduate from college and work to change my phone?

" What?! he really asked for damages? hey mister! you look very rich. Even I smell your perfume that has a fantastic price. Why do you have that once? " Inner of the girl.

" Can I take it? he lifted his face and looked at his interlocutor. The girl put her face back.

" uh! fuckin' hell! his face is very handsome. I better talk without seeing his face.

" All right! give me your phone number.

The girl scrunched her forehead. " I'm sorry sir, why did you ask for my phone number?

" How do I contact you?

" Oh yes sir.

Braga took out a spare phone from his pants pocket.

" this!

The girl was about to receive Braga's phone and type her number.

" Don't give me a fake number!

The fingers who had typed the number stopped. " A-h shit! how does he know if I typed the wrong number. " Inner of the girl.

he deleted the number he had typed. And re-typed the number and handed the phone to Braga. Braga smiled at her smile.

" cih! what the hell is he?! he even has a spare phone. Doesn't he feel too cruel to commoners like me?

Braga Maaih looked at the phone number on his phone. Then he looked at the girl back.

" Is this true? you're not lying to me, are you?

The girl was getting upset. He lifted his face and looked at Braga with regret.

" Of course not sir. My phone is in my bag. Later, if you go inside, you can contact me to make sure.

Braga was a little nervous.

" Why should he look at me? hey hurry down again. I can't talk if you keep looking at me. " Batin Braga.

" all right.

" I'll excuse you sir.

" Please, "Braga's desire to go to the toilet is gone. He rushed back to the table he had just used. He was looking for the existence of Bima. Bima was standing at the cashier's desk. Braga's proposal was diverted to the girl he met in the toilet hallway. The girl was also staring at him.

" A-h shit! why am I nervous." Braga recalled the girl's mobile number and contacted her.

the girl showed a cell phone that was connected to Braga next to her face without speaking. Braga smiled faintly and ended his call. He sent a message to the girl.

' what's your name?

' dara.

' okay. Hope you don't change your phone number to avoid me.

' Don't call me sir. I'm not as old as you think.

' Alright sir.

' No, that's not it either.

' Then what should I call?

' Call me Braga.

" This man is asking to get acquainted. Judging from his face, he did look young, what might be my feelings alone. I hope he doesn't demand much.

' alright Braga.

' It's nice to meet you Dara.

Dara rounded her eyes in surprise. scratched her non-itchy nape.

" What? is he happy to see me? wh why? or pretend to ask for compensation just his wits? " Inner Dara.

" I must be crazy. Why would I send a message like this?" Batin Braga while putting his phone.

" a!

" Hemmm

" When did you come back?

" Since then.

Bima sat back in her chair. Bima noticed the change in Braga's face.

" Your cheeks why are Ga red?

Braga touched both cheeks.

" Maybe, it's too cold.

Bima just nodded her head.

" Bim, out of the many students there, who do you know? " Tanya Braga pointed with her face.

Bima stared in wonder. Why would he want to know so much? one of them must have interested him.

" I know him Ga. But he doesn't know me.

" Max you?

" Yes that's how it is. Who really interested you?

" The girl who wears a cream color dress. Braga spoke without looking at the object.

" Ah,,, that's also the girl I maxed out for.

"What?! " Braga slightly raised his tone.

" Hey, no need to be surprised. Any man who sees it will love it.

won't it?

" Right as well. She looks so pretty. " Braga shrank his voice.

" Pursue him if you can. I'll try too. Compete with healthy Ga.

" The usual has crazy ways it's you Bim.

" Haha. Alright. You are always right.

A group of young people were still chatting. Bima and Braga decided to go and continue their activities.

Since getting Dara's phone number, almost every day Braga sent a message. Asking Dara's readiness, and almost every day also the blood of Dara boiling read a message from Braga. until one day, Braga invited him to meet at one of the cafes.

Dara arrived on time. He had waited for almost twenty minutes.

" A long time, I'd better just go home."

Dara just wanted to stand up, Braga sent a message.

' don't go first.

" suck! meet on Sunday night. It's like a couple of lovers. " Gerrutu Dara in the heart.

' well. I'll wait another ten minutes. it's Sunday night. it's time to meet my lover. so I can't take too long.

" Well,....what reason could this make me not wait long?

' don't leave that place one step. wait for me to come!

Dara snorted angrily reading the message of a twenty minutes gone by. Dara's face grew bigger. Not long after, Braga came with and immediately approached Dara.

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