ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 1: MY MOM MET HER

That one, black. Then the right one on the second floor shelf is yellow, and the right one is glass, and that's the top of it is ribbon. Bring everyone here, try it first." The voice of a woman almost half a century old, with a gelamor makeup. Hair is not black, red lipstick lips are blushing, rather large in stature.

Gilang and Gita's reflexes turned to the voice at the same time. Then exchanged glances, as if astonished by a voice that sounded like it was commanding someone.

"Baaa... Denger mami isn't she? Spots." The sound of a follow-up order from the same person, who has managed to place his bokoong on the seat provided to the customers.

Gita held Gilang's hand to switch from that place, because she was not interested in the type of shoes that lined there.

"Yes a minute's mi." Answer the familiar man's voice in Gita's ear, but she chose to cut her throat and turned her body further away from the area.

"Pasangin dong ordinary kayak...!" The woman's voice again sounded commanding. The silhouette of the body was seen looking down in front of the woman sitting in the chair available to put some shoes on the woman's legs.

Gilang turned to make sure the order was followed or not by the person he ordered. Gita, look in the direction of the order. Curious about the voice of the man he knew.

"Baskoro." The Gita's mind is choked. It turned out that the person the middle-aged woman had ordered was Baskoro, her ex. No doubt Gita was wrong, after all he had more than three years of a relationship with a man who managed to deceive the heart and money. Baskoro who always treated him with manias and spoiled, without blemish.

Gita immediately turned around and tightly hugged Gilang's hand. Want to disappear immediately, because they do not want to meet let alone talk to his ex-lover. Gita did not want Gilang to know if it was a lover in his past.

"Miss... Don't you want to buy shoes?" Gilang.

"Ga there's a fit a'..." Answer Gita short but very soothing heart Gilang.

"Happy recension." Gilang's mind was happy, without him knowing his wife was very tense when she saw the ex suddenly in front.

"When did you see? How did you say it didn't fit? We'll see again beiibph." Gilang still dared to offer Gita.

"Neng has no plans to add a'a shoe collection." Answer Gita a little spoiled.

"Shoes made in pake dear, not made in the collection." Glory pinches the nose of the Gita who is always friendly and resplendent. Both while passing to the outlet that contains the latest model bag bag is also expensive of course.

"Why come here?" gita asked Gilang who always put his hand on his wife's waist.

"You want to buy a bag...?" tawar Gilang again still dare to test the guts turned out.

"Don't flirt, if you're a khilaf don't nyesel you know." Gita answered still maintaining her sanity.

"One time, may neng. Consider it our wedding gift." Reply Gilang ventured.

Gilang still invites Gita swivel in the row of the latest edition bag.

"Good afternoon brother.please see see, in select, directly on betel also brother." Sapa a saleswoman looks male but acts polite and gentle like a woman.

"Yes, brother, we saw first." Answer Gita politely. And the more closely attached to Gilang saw the gelagat men rather ngondek it.

"This is the latest edition. Limitied lhoo, there's only one stock coming. Cuuus' brother in a betel." His sodor brought his body closer to Gilang. With Gilang yes, not Gita.

"Oh. We'll see first brother." Gita's answer shifted to protect Gilang's body so as not to approach the man who seemed to like to be close to her husband.

"Udah deh Bas, don't take it. Take aja, stay nenteng doang. Mommy paid for yourself you're a chatty one." Again the same female voice when Gita and Gilang were at the shoe outlet earlier.

"Yes my mom paid, but my hands are full." The man replied somewhat annoyed. Making Gita and Gilang again look in the same direction.

"Gita..." Said the man who was looked at en masse by those at the outlet.

"Baskoro?" Kaget Gita pura, even though he knew since there was Baskoro nearby, for that he immediately wanted to disappear from that place to avoid the man.

"Mi's college management." Answer Baskoro quietly with a look all wrong, embarrassed and I don't know as if caught wet.

"Oh. hi. Meet Miranda, Baskoro's mom." Said the woman kindly to Gita and extended her hand wanting to get acquainted.

"Gita. This is Gilang, Gita's husband." Gita did not want to lose knowing Gilang to the woman who claimed to be her mother. Though Gita remembered very well, Baskoro's mother did not look like this.

"Oh..." Kerlingnya spoiled on Baskoro who increasingly misbehavior made him.

Gita just smiled at the couple, with all kinds of accusations and suspicions in her head.

I remembered the name of the man. And connect with his wife's past. Hm... why is it the same as his ex's name?

"Neng... This is your ex?" whisper Gilang in Gita's ear then so mode kiss the side of Gita's earlobe.

"Yes A'. " Honest Gita answered her husband's question while slipping her hand into Gilang's waist. So as not to give an answer to her husband.

"Big brother. This is the latest edition bag, limited you say." Again the man was without permission carrying the bag he offered to Gita, then thrust on his mother Baskoro.

"This is what you see first." Answer the middle-aged woman.

Gilang took Gita around the existing storefront, by pushing his wife's body with two hands on Gita's shoulders.

"Pick one neng.. pliiis." Whispers slowly.

"Ga there's a good a'..." Answer the Gita who is not focused on his choice because it is disturbed by the presence of Baskoro.

"Look carefully again. Neng likes what the hell, a'a want to know, a'a wife's taste." Rayu Gilang. Realize that their body movements never escape the curious gaze of Baskoro, while his mama was busy with the guy, serving the choice and taste of the mami Baskoro.

"How are you doing, Git?" asked Baskoro when Gilang got the call, out of nowhere.

"Good."

"That's really your husband? When did you get married?"

"Not yet reception. Next month maybe." Answer Gita slowly.

"Congratulations, Git." He said slowly again.

"Bas... Your mama's face is different? Oplas??" Gita ventured to ask about her confusion.

"Mommy met you."

"Why are you marrying again?" polo Gita asked.

"Yaaank... Here see which dong mami choose?" Baskoro's mami's voice was a bit loud for Baskoro to approach her.

"Take everything you like." Reply Baskoro approached his mammoth. And immediately cup. Baskoro cheek on his mama's kiss was fat.

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