Prem Kee Shakti (The Power of Love)

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Dimas arrived home at exactly 08.00 pm, he went straight into his room on the 2nd floor through his room Mela.

Seeing that her husband had come home, Mela took the initiative to make coffee, then she walked upstairs slowly.

After drowsiness the door sounded from the inside, then Mela opened it and immediately her eyes were rounded when she saw Dimas's bare-chested body.

"I'm sorry" said Mela, turning her back.

"It's okay, what's up?" tanya Dimas then put her shirt back on.

"I want to thank you for allowing Ms. Tia to stay here." Mela looked towards the man.

"Sama-sama, that's Adi's request. I don't want you not to eat breakfast, so with Bu Tia here you're not lonely, because if you don't eat and if you're sick I'll definitely get a bogeman from Adi," said the man.

Then Mela put the coffee on the table. "Here drink! I've made it for brother, just think of it as a thank you. Then I'll go out first."

Mela came out of Dimas's room, and after making sure she was missing behind Dimas's door, took the glass and drank melon-made coffee.

"It turns out he was quite good at making coffee, in line with my tongue," Dimas murmured as he finished the coffee.

Indeed, not just anyone can fit his tongue with Dimas when making coffee.

When Mela reached the bottom floor, she saw Bu Tia. "Where did you end up, son?"

"Exit from his room, Kak Dimas, just made coffee all say thanks, because it has allowed mother to stay here."

Bu Tia's forehead shriveled in wonder, when she heard Dimas' room was upstairs, while she knew that Mela's room was downstairs.

"Why is your room downstairs, and she's upstairs?" confused about Bu Tia

"Yes, because I'm the same brother Dimas married not because of love Mom, so for a while we separated the bed."

Hearing that Bu Tia could only sigh with ruffles, she could not interfere in the household affairs of Mela or Dimas.

Then Ms. Tia invited Mela to go to the dinner table, because the woman had not eaten dinner.

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Dimas replied to the message, and he agreed. Then the man went upstairs to get ready, after which he got down with the keys.

"Where are you going, brother?" ask Mela.

"You go," Dimas replied coldly, then he left without turning his head towards Mela.

The woman could only be dumbstruck, she had to get used to Dimas' cold demeanor. It was a forced marriage for both.

'Let Mela. Maybe he wanted to go to the nightclub along with his women.' Mela's inner indifferently, then he went inside her room.

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Arriving at the club, Dimas immediately approached his friends. He ordered one bottle of drink accompanied by the evening woman who was there.

"Lo rarely knows the get-together with us, why the hell?" ask one of Dimas' friends.

"Sorry .. because it's a lot of work."

"Okay, we get it. But I have a girl who wants to be known to you."

"Still a virgin or is it common?" asked Dimas while looking at his friend.

"Gue's sure she's not a virgin but I've never tried. But seeing from the body, Uh .. really make the tongue tempted. Loss if you don't try it."

"Where?" ask Dimas.

His friend pointed to one of the women wearing a tight red dress who was dancing in the crowd.

But Dimas' gaze was immediately rounded when he saw who the woman was.

'He!' inner Dimas.

SERIATE.....