My wife's been misguided

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In the morning I was ready. I wanted to come early so I could talk. But because of the traffic jam, the trip should only be half an hour so molesor an hour more.

Si Nesya called when the car had entered the housing. "Heh, said father, would you like to take me to the airport?"

"Yes." Yeah." I'm not done talking cut right away, though,

"No, I have a lot of baggage, you know. It won't fit on a motor."

"I'll pick up the car."

"Well, do you have a car?" Whoa! underestimating him, "Most have your bokap, right?" Further.

"No, it's not,"

"Continue having who?"

"Nyokap, hahaha," This technically has a mama. But I bought it for his birthday last year. Actually, it is also the intention to buy the car avoid also make a wedding gift. But he's cheating. Error, hunted found to have another guy. Goddamnit!

So nyampe, he was waiting on the porch. Do not use the same father, just enter the backpack into the car. So I was the same salaman about Surya and pamit.

"Udah? just one, backpack?" My toot.

"Gapain a lot!" Answer with pursed lips rich squid want to blur.

I don't think I'm. "Well, it was you who said that there was a lot of luggage."

"That's why you don't have to come. How do I know you have a car. Errorat, mama you have a car." Smilumin. People measure success by car or home. What a strange standard. Everyone should be allowed to have their own standard of success. For me, success is successfully happyin people dear.

That's why I bought a car for mama because of the situation if I have to go to school or hot-heated ride on the motorbike. There is a car, but it has been made papa to do the office all day. Only on weekends can she carry her mom everywhere.

"Why don't you want me anterin to the airport?"

"It's okay," I lyrically, his lips are still a manyun. Fingers busy toel-toel screen hape full of emotions. It's so rich, it's a kid.

Not good in a car both taste alone. I turn on the playlist from the phone that is already connected to the car speaker via bluetooth. "What song do you like?"

"Whatever." Fucking chick.

"What song do you like, baby? Not what song?"

"Hmm? What a song." Joking this kid. No one likes all the songs.

Because I love slow rock, anyways in the average hape of all those genre songs. No need to ignore the quota to open YouTube. So I played bon Jovi. Give him what he likes is none of my business.

His intuition directly controls the cabin. Conscious not aware directly headbanging ngut bet music. Even Nesya followed the ngod. Ahaha! gotchas!

"What song, huh?" He started kepo, I just kept playing.

"it's my life bon Jovi." Does he know this song? Oh yeah I forgot, he's the son of two thousand births. The song was also first released that year.

"Mayan" he said. He even patted the dashboard according to the rhythm of the song. And after two choruses, Nesya also sang.

It's my life

And it's now or never

'Cause I ain't gonna live forever

I just want to live while I'm alive

(It's my life)

My heart is like an open highway

Like Frankie said, "I did it my way"

I just want to live while I'm alive

We also had a concert in the car. Screaming, tapping, and letting go in laughter at the end of the song. I like the sound of his voice. Thanks to bon Jovi. I know what makes him laugh.

"Crazy! nagih's music!" Nesya exclaimed while tidying up her messy hair due to too much headbanging spirit.

The next music was played, come as you are from Nirvana. At first Nesya was still tapping her fingers and nodding her head. Not long after that, silence.

"Why? Suddenly diem?" I couldn't see how rich his expression was, but the atmosphere that was warm just now felt a bit cold.

There's no answer. I'm still focusing on the toll road so that the car wheels don't deviate.

"Why does this song taste so bad?" He finally spoke up.

"Why?"

"come as you are, as you were," Nesya exhaled, sounding heavy.

"i sweat that I don't have a gun," He snorted cynically. I nelen spit. It looks like it will be heavy, though.

"People tell us to be honest, to look what it is. But once he knows how rich we really are, he destroys us. What is it that I don't have a gun?"

Gluey! What's the kid talking about, huh?

Suddenly my memory drifted to the lindar. When he's making out with a guy at the corner of the park. Do not know what Nnyesal lucky to walk there. Though the intention is just to find a public toilet that is usually in the park, even so watch the prologue b**ep.

Next Nesya spoke hotly.

"It is not about how to live life, but if we require people to appear as themselves, then we must also be willing to accept the consequences. Everyone has a dark side in them. If we accept a person completely, we should also accept his dark side, as dark as anything."

"Sink anything?"

Damned!

Is this a child or what? What if the darkness swallows us?

I swerved to the left. The cars in the back immediately boisterously scrambled to sound the horn. On the shoulder of the road, I immediately stepped on the brake instantly.

"Why, anyway?" Nesya exclaimed in annoyance at the near miss of the dashboard.

I got out of the car and slammed the door. Want to find the wind even though the air on the side of the original toll road is full of suffocating pollution. But inside the car kept much more crowded.

By the side of the road, a piece of gravel hit my kick. The gravel's fault is only one, he's hanging near my shoes. Sorry, life is sometimes like that, kil. I covered all the way around him, just got kicked with nothing wrong.

Nesya came out of the car after I managed to inhale and exhale a few times. The wind flew his shoulder hair so haphazardly slapped his smooth cheek. Nesya tidied up all her hair patiently, returning each strand to the back of her ear.

He crossed his side and looked at the bushes where the gravel was I kicked in. "Where did the gravel go, huh? Ask slowly.

"Bombs!" I answered indifferently.

"Hmm, maybe she'll thank you, someday," her successful words made me turn to her.

'Currently, what are the children?' My name is in my heart.

"If here, it could be that he will be washed away by flooding. You kick him in there, who knows he's even the key to saving the flood" he said lightly.

Huh! this is the girl who was angry about honesty? what did you eat just now? suddenly being so smart.

"I'm really upset about being asked to marry you" he said again and he was still squirming the low bushes on the side of the motorway. "But after talking last night." He stopped talking and now saw me who was also waiting for his words.

Nesya threw air through her mouth. "Yes, maybe this could be a way for me to be free from my father."

Whats? I don't understand what that means. But now it's clear. He used this matchmaking for his personal interest. Damned!

Huh! fucking chick! love no s**s? that's his wits. "I want to use you, too" I replied.

"What?" he turned more serious.

"I want you to take revenge on the leech!" My firmness. He laughs amusedly.

"Leech?" Ask later.

"We have to make an image if we love each other. Let the buluk lindar know that the girl in this world is not only him, let him also know that I can move on from him so soon."

"Haha! the lindar? That leech is your ex?" Nesya laughed and I didn't laugh. Its serious. Nobody's kidding here anymore.

He's been cleared of throat. "Just whip?" Ask ensures.

"Yes, just the whirring!" I answered sure.

"Okay," He laughed. "As soon as Ijab kabul, pecintraan begins. How-how long? a month, two months?" Ask.

"As for you, when do you want to end the marriage?" I'm returning the question.

He was silent for a moment, "Mmm, until I graduate college how?"

Without ba bi bu be bo I replied "OK, agreed. After that we divorced secretly," I replied lightly. Nesya laughed.

"Okay, deal!" He put his hand with me. Without a doubt I welcomed him.

"Deal!" We both smiled.

"It means long time also we whine only for your ex yes," he said after the handshake was released. "I wrote it, about a year more. Even if there is no obstacle."

"Well, how else. It's not just him that we're the whistler." I answered while walking towards the car door.

"Huh? How many ex are you?"

Huh! this chick fuckin' again oon her. I got into the car without answering her question.

"Huh, how old are you?" Ask again after we both got in the car.

I undo the intention to make the car. I turned to look at his face. "Eh I'm asking you yes, do you want your bokap to know if we marry him just a skit?" Nesya blinked her eyes, then the head bobbles. "not to my ex doang, to your bokap we will do pecintraan too right?" He was grimacing, scratching his back head.

"Hehehe, yes I understand now." Answer slowly.

"And one more. Not to your bokap. Both my parents are too. My relatives and friends are too."

"Yes, I know." Replied annoyed. "Well, I'm late." Further.