My wife Slave of Lust

Marry Again?

Papa only nodded after I answered his question. However, when I was about to tell myself to clean up, my mother's voice stopped my steps.

"Wait's your ex-boyfriend?"

DEG

Both of my netraku immediately rotated into the possession of the same serious mama looking at me. Ah, my feelings are starting to get bad.

"What's the matter, Ma?" Instead of answering, I asked a question back.

"Had habit, if asked even back," hebiknya that is very similar to the facial expression of a child who is not fulfilled by his wishes by both parents.

I exhaled for a moment before continuing the connection dialogue. "He's just a temen, Ma. Not more."

"Truly so? But, how did mama feel ... like she was interested in you, huh?" Mama hasn't stopped poking at information that seems to be very eye-catching.

I glanced slightly towards the papa-blinking one eye-as if asking for his help to stop the interrogation process from the suri. However, papa just shook his head slowly with the intention that this time I should serve him. Mama who returned to focus on harassing her granddaughter, may not be aware of the non-verbal communication that we did earlier.

"Where are you? Not really, mama's guess?"

I thought he had forgotten his question, but it turned out to be unexpected. "Ranti used to have the same feeling as me, Ma. But that doesn't mean that the feeling is still there now" I'm giving an exception.

Mama looked back at me with a frown. "Eh, how can you conclude like that? I can see clearly how much he looks at you with great sense."

Golly, Mama. That's why he noticed Ranti. I could only chuckle at the words of this middle-aged woman who had given birth to me. It turns out that mama is quite observant as well as more than a spy.

"Just try to open your heart, mom agrees, Ib."

"Yes .. who knows Ranti wants to be a mother, Ibram."

DEG

I didn't think Mom would say that. Honestly, I don't feel offended or anything. It's just that there's a little bit of trauma that still seems to reside in the chest. Trauma to re-establish a sacred bond in the shade of an umbrella in the name of marriage.

Pinning the bridge in the household heresy for me now is not an easy thing. Moreover, the case of Vida's death is still in the category of incomplete. So, I can't easily think about that, right? I mean ... remarry.

"Ibra .. mama doesn't want to rule your life. It's just, if you can take advice, think about your son again." Mama touched my shoulder which was currently bowing my gaze. "She needs a mother figure" continued the mama now with a glazed netra.

I-i understand. Very understanding though. Without being made clear, I understand my mother's wishes. Besides thinking about Ibram's problem, he would also want me to live a happy life, after some time ago feeling hurt and grieving. But still, it wasn't easy for me to decide so quickly.

...💔...

Huda's car is perfectly parked in your yard. I was ready to approach him with definite steps. Opening the car door, I thought he was staring at me.

"Is he ready?" tanyakanya.

"Well ready, Ndan!" my firmness.

He immediately drove his vehicle through the dense city streets. Although impressed in a hurry, but the safety of driving is still considered. I even just found out, that this guy beside me is very good at slipping opponents.

"Since when have you loved racing, Commander?" ask me more about the skill. He only seemed to be smiling faintly, without answering with words.