OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

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The atmosphere of the cafe which is actually crowded suddenly gripped when Alya volunteered to take care of Ozone while here. Hey, is he trying to get a guts test? The old man was not physically ill, but mentally ill. After all, for a long time I became suspicious, if in fact Alya offered himself not through sincerity, but wanted to look good in front of Ms. Naumi.

“Do not! This will be the task of Mba,” I said break the silence. The young girl was already right in front of the Ozone. Both corners of her lips were attracted while looking at me, then Naumi Ma.

“Uh, it's okay. Anyway Mba will know, if I am the type of person who is difficult not to help,”

Huh huh? What say?

Oh, now I know what the purpose and purpose of this one kid doing that is. He deliberately attracted the attention of Naumi's mother to be looked upon well. Yeah, I get it. Bik Nah who was in front there took a breath, wanted to say something but suddenly the waiter came to bring a menu book that was immediately struck by Alya.

“Thank you Mba. In a moment,” women who use the typical work uniform only reply with a smile.

Me and everyone in this place have finished ordering, leaving only Ozone who is still constantly scanning the net on the dark chocolate-dominated object. For a moment he scratched his head, then slammed the book to make the people around him surprised, including the waiter.

“Hei! Why are you?” Alya. Almost he vented anger, but as soon as possible his face was made calm again. Smart.

“Order what you want sis,” bu Naumi chimed in.

“I don't like to eat near this one kid!” ozon cruelly terrorized Alya's head from the side. The teenager was shocked, almost falling off the bench.

“Kak! What are you hah,” woman whose age is under Ozone several years it suddenly snapped. Alya was then told to move to the bench again.

From here, Bik Nah and I just pay attention. No one dared to make a sound, Ozone has damaged activities that have not even begun. And Alya? His face was flushed red like crab stew in a pot. I know he's upset, but can't do anything but harbor all emotions.

20 Minutes passed. I waited for the food that was now in front of us. Actually reasonable, considering this theme is also very crowded with visitors and the chef only has two hands. Both me and the others just enjoyed our meal, there was nothing noisy during the meal, including Ozone.

We struggled with each plate for a long time, until in the next minute Naumi completed the first activity filling her stomach.

“Just relax do not have to rush,” he exclaimed after scanning the gaze towards us who were immediately busy devouring food.

“Need help?” my voice managed to make Ozone's head turn to the right. He did not budge, continuing his ritual with plates, spoons and forks alone.

“Why not just feed Mba?” suddenly Alya interrupted.

“It looks like he's a henchman eating alone,” I smell romance-roman no longer feel good in this place. I don't know what the niece of Bik Nah will do.

“If I were Mba, I would bribe Mr. Ozone until the food ran out. Yes, however, he definitely needs help in order to finish soon,”

True allegations. Again Alya tried to grab the attention of Naumi's mother, but this time also dropped me as the legal nanny of Ozone. I'm getting pissed, if it wasn't for respecting the employer, I would've taken that one little girl.

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“Thank you very much ma'am,” I waved to the car that just parked on the home page. Tonight, my stomach was filled with food. After eating the menu at the cafe, Naumi even invited us to shop until it ended with a refill. Oh, my God, if only I could see it now. It must have swelled like an elephant's belly.

Tok to tok.

The door was slammed, but there was no sign of any occupants inside. Where is Demian? Didn't he just send me a lot of messages saying miss?

“Demian,” I exclaimed loudly from outside. He seems to have fallen asleep.

I tried calling his phone and connecting. The sound came from inside the house, but after a few seconds, not even lifted.

From the knock of the locked door, then my eyes scanned the building the same size and shape as the house we currently occupy. Since they were married, the building in the middle became empty with no occupants. I hope, soon there will come a new person, no matter who it is. It's lonely and annoying if you just stay friends with Ibil the odd girl.

Just been batted. Now the woman appeared from behind the door of her house with a happy face with a man who was so familiar in my eyes. The parasite, the body, even the sound. The earth seemed to stop rotating, as well as my organs that used to beat.

Demian and Ibil, they came out of the same room.

“Goodbye darling!” the man shouted loudly. He was no less surprised than me at this time. And Ibil? The responsible teenager still had time to wave and smile kindly towards me who was filled with emotions like this.

Demian ran as fast as he could. Baby, I ran away from the place first. And finally, there is a chase event like the one in Indian films. The difference is real, not a mere setting.

I'm claustrophobic, not wanting to hear anything from Demian. Pricil I held tight so as not to escape from the sling, and the man kept calling my name until his voice sounded hoarse.

The dag dig dug

The dag dig dug.

My heart rhythm is starting to get irregular, sebah. Want to break the taste. I could no longer move my legs, and that was when Demian grabbed my body and drowned it in his arms.

I sobbed.

“Listen to me first, dear.” Demian held tightly to my wrist. “Tadi a-“

“Shut!”

The situation was silent for a few moments.

“Ngapain you two-dua in one house huh? Smart yeah! All this time you always acted in front of me as if hating Ibil,” I rubbed a rough face. My tears shed along with the drizzle that began to fall from the skyline. “ behind me you guys are playing crazy!” fortunately, this place is not so crowded. Otherwise, there might have been many pairs of eyes staring at us nanar.

“Everything listen to my explanation.”

“Nothing to explain!” I tried to let go of Demian's grip. But what is my day as a woman whose power is far less than men. Demian still won.

“Look! The rain started to fall. Poor our son,”

“This is my son not your son!” I continued to rest on a field dominated by shrubs. My eye fertilizers are increasingly creating clear crystals.

“Yes, it's up to you. But, let's go home now! Later Pricilia fever,” last sentence Demian suddenly made my brain think hard. I am angry, hateful, but it is impossible to let my heart fall into the rain just because of Mama's own selfishness. With a heavy heart, I stepped back home.

“Do not hold-hold!” my sniffling at Demian who had not previously let go of his hand.

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I'm sorry who keeps struggling with the thesis until the late update yes readers, hehehe

Do'ain I hope I'm quick to seminar proposal okeh:)

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