That Man is the Father of My Son
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Angga instead brushed off Dafa's hand and chose to hold Meyra's hand and smiled sweetly at her for a moment.
"People." The answer.
"Let's go, baby.." Angga emphasized the words to be heard by Dafa.
"Come.." Dafa pulled the arm of his wife who was just silent without stepping her legs even a little just looking at Angga sharp.
Dafa only looked at Angga's departure with Meyra with a small smile.
"Good God I forgot."
"Hey wait, I haven't asked you what your name is!!" shouted Dafa, but he was late because the car they were riding in had already moved away from there.
"Aishhh, let it be. I hope one day we can meet again."
"Wooy!" Dika patted his best friend's shoulder, making Dafa was surprised that his heart was not dislodged from his place.
"Lo fucked me! what the hell?!" upset Dafa.
"Gue Cariin Lo from here apparently, I think Lo is climbing on the Eiffel tower."
"Independently Lo... I thought I was going to kill myself, huh!" Dafa Seru.
Dafa stared at his watch almost at 01:30 p.m. "Well let's hurry we have to get on the plane, let's hurry!" Dafa pulled Dika's arm while running towards his parked car.
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"Hoam.." Meyra yawned after a long drive around in the car.
"If it's sleepy, just sleep." Angga deliberately steal - steal the eyes of Meyra who had evaporated from the beginning to emit tears continuously - continued from the corner of her eye.
"Huh, no. I'm just bored.." Meyra replied. "Why can we go to the restaurant for a second, I'm hungry." whined Meyra.
"All right.." Angga also pulled his car over to a restaurant right after he passed.
After they entered the restaurant, they ordered some food and drinks there.
"What's wrong?" asked Angga who now saw Meyra only bowed lethargic after ordering food.
"I don't want this other food."
"I want satay," Meyra whispered with a shy smile - shy.
"whatt! satay!" yelling Angga made some attention of everyone who was there.
"Usttt, lower your voice you can be embarrassed.." Meyra realized the people around her were looking at her in wonder. They had no idea what the two couples were talking about.
"You want satay...?" tanya Angga returned and was given a nod by meyra.
"Where is satay here? new satellites are there." Angry Angga saw his wife asking for a strange - strange.
"Ihhhh anyway I want satay point. tonight also must be there if ngak, I do not want to sleep with you." Threaten Meyra.
"Jeez Mey, you exist - I told you this is Paris not Indonesia to look for satay." Angga.
"No, anyway I want now no cake, no cake, no cake, whatever is important must be able to."
Angga just breathed his breath out violently and chose to agree.
"Yes, yes fun... 40 skewers huh?" Meyra was happy.
"40 stitches? what's most of it?" Angga swallowed his saliva deeply - in imagining that 40 satay went into his mouth alone had made him full.
"No. I lack. hehehe.."
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The afternoon.
Angga had finished packing his suitcase, he had to go back to Indonesia today for Meyra. Just to buy 40 skewers.
After he finished packing - packed up quickly he sat himself beside his now-sleeping wife's bed "Mey wakes up, Mey dear.." Angga tried to wake her up.
Meyra felt disturbed but she did not open her eyes in the slightest instead changed her position to turn her back to Angga, "Ehm. Don't wake me Angga. I'm sleepy." Meyra fell asleep again.
"it's up to you..." Angga gave up on not waking Meyra and let her fall asleep.
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