OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
CAPITAL CITY
I bought eyes of amazement. The towering buildings barely clawed at the sky, greenhouses, wide streets filled with various types of vehicles and a variety of goods stores make my nertrak light up. Similarly to Pricilia, obscure rants just spurt out of his mouth.
“We where is Dem?” I asked Demian who had been holding my finger tightly.
“Jakarta,”
WHWHAT? JAKARTAN? During that time did I fall asleep on the bus to the point of not knowing that we had arrived in the capital? Just incredible!
“Why did you bring me here?”
“This place is very spacious and crowded. You don't have any friends or relatives here, do you? So safe,” again Demian guessed correctly. If I asked, surely the answer would remain the same that he was just trying to guess. Ah, I think this guy is a good psychic.
“Then where will we go after this?”
“You'll sell!” demian's face turned fierce, but afterwards laughter adorned our current resting place.
“Huh you are! Sell it if you have the heart,” my lips lifted two centimeters, which was immediately replied with a warm hug from Demian.
“Let's ride it,” Demian pointed to a vehicle I just saw in person this time, but I know what it's called.
“Hahaha funny,” my laughter broke when this red object drove fast. It felt like my stomach was shaken up and down. Rajai. It was like I was in a propeller.
“Papa's son also laughs like his mother yes,” Demian rubbed into the cheeks of the Priilia kingpin who had been continuously expanding. Just this time I saw my son laughing with a man, usually we just go through all the stories alone.
“Hei! You are my son's papa!” my ketus tried to upset Demian. But nil, it was Demian who finally raised my tension suddenly.
“Look! His laughter was more cheerful when he was with me. Or maybe you are not good at babysitting huh hahahaha,”
“Peach your mouth yes Demian!”
“Proofs that speaks sweet miss,”
Bugh!
“Awwwww,”
A loud fist landed right on the chest of Demian's field. I was satisfied, at this moment he was grimacing in pain.
“Sgratiramin! Do not try to fight a Chevani Agra” continued me while putting Pricilia in a sling. Let him not play with my son anymore.
The city is so vast, that the clothes we ride often stop because of traffic jams. Hornbills are also scattered everywhere, the riders are upset because the precious time is seized just because waiting in line. I don't know where I'm going, I hope my life will be better after choosing Demian as a life partner.
Oh christ! I almost forgot about Mr. Reno.
How's it going there huh? Must be very tiring. I'm pretty sure that he and his family are looking for the bride. Fortunately Demian had a brilliant idea to break my phone card, so that those in his hometown would not be able to contact. I'm sorry Mr. Reno, because I feel happier with Demian than you. And for a child who is like my own son, forgive me. Hopefully someday you will find a new mom who will love you more than I do.
Goodbye to Batam.
Goodbye to memories.
Goodbye my love, Hero.
With him, I feel like you're here.
“Come down!” suddenly, my daydream broke after hearing Demian's voice. I don't see any sign of a resident's house in this place. Then why come down?
“You what?” many ensure.
“This father will be waiting for us to shop for clothes, come on!”
Ah, it turned out Demian had indeed kept her promise. I thought he'd tell me to buy my own clothes and use private money. I happily went down and held the man's wrist firmly. Oops! I even dared to do it first.
We continued to walk through the market alleys where there were many clothing stores. Until finally my footsteps and Demian stopped in a giant glasses vendor's stall. Wow color!
“What number are you?” demian asked while looking at the baby straw protection items.
My eyes bought perfect. My breath choked, even I covered my own mouth with both hands. What kind of stupid question is that? Besides this is a woman's business, why is she the one who became excited!
Up ahead, the shopkeeper was also messing around by himself. The innocent Demian was dumbfounded, making people who looked so amused.
“Let me choose for myself. You go there with Pricilia,” I said then hand Pricil over to Demian. Hopefully after this the focus will change to the sweet boy.
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“Alhamdulillah everything is done. If cape, just rest here,” Demian banging his own thighs.
“I want to sleep next to my son only. You go home to your house,”
Tired, my waist feels like it wants to be dislodged. At this time we have managed to land the buttocks in a rented house lined with three. Exactly like my old residence, it's just that these are fewer buildings and are quite large. I don't know where Demian got the money from, I think he's out of pay.
Just like in Batam, Demian's house is also next to mine. After this we will take care of the new resident sign cards and letters for the wedding. Unexpectedly, this fast I could drop my heart on the man I just met. But that's okay, I'm happy.
Everything was in order, starting from arranging things, folding clothes and other things related to where we both lived. Now it is time to relax to gather new energy.
But Demian did not want to move. The position that had been sitting, now even became recumbent. I stirred up the body to immediately enter the room, a stream of electricity ran through my body if I kept seeing Demian's sleeping position which was putting a big lump in front of it.
“Hei! Where are you going?” his voice sounded heavy.
“I'm going to sleep, tired,”
“Don't go! Accompany me first here,”
“Look! Even your voice is like one does not sleep three days, your eyes are also,” my ketus while staring at the netra sayu.
“I'm coming,”
“Ke?”
“Sleep with you and Pricilia,”
Oh christ! My heart was spontaneously beating with a bang hearing the strange man's words. I think the far-reaching effect of the wife is making her parts thrash about wanting to get out.
Oi! What did I say? Wife?
Oh my God, it's so exciting that I even forgot that Demian still has a wife.
Then me?
“Demians! I want to go home and marry Mr. Reno,”
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So, if some of you do not agree even until you read my story again because it turns out Chevani prefers Demian than Pak Reno, gapapakok eheheh.
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Yes, anyway
This story is not over.
Are they really getting married? whether one day he and Mr. Reno will be found and so forth, we do not know.
So do not immediately be disappointed dong ehehe.
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