The Love of the Former
DCSM chapter 79
Six months have passed.
My relationship with Mas Pri and Imam is still going well. So is my husband. We often talk and share stories together.
Like tonight, we laughed together after hearing little Ar's chatter. The adorable boy belonging to the priest was often the topic that made us laugh.
"Congratulations?"
"Hemm." I cool my head to my husband's. A place that kept me comfortable all night I slept.
" Yank."
"Yes?"
"When do we have one like, little Ar?" Sluggishly.
"When it's time, be patient."
"Sorry to yank." He tightened his embrace.
"We just enjoy this time, we're dating again. As for everything else, we believe in destiny. Don't give up!!" I rubbed his chest.
I know very well what it feels like, but my presence right now at his side to strengthen is not to add to the burden.
"Sleep, I'm so sleepy." I'm so that the discussion no longer widens everywhere.
Not that I didn't want to, but the doctor's explanation at the time was enough for me to understand. I don't want to make it worse because we can only strengthen each other now. I held my arms and tried to fall asleep.
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This morning after my husband left for work, I received a message from Diyah's number. I never kept that number, but I knew it was him. I took a breath to neutralize my heart that somehow never liked anything related to that woman.
"What's the problem again? wasn't everything over by then?" Answer me
Right, this has been over for 6 months. But why did he suddenly call me again today. Not dislike but it is uncomfortable because after all Diyah's behavior ever makes me stifled.
"There's something I want to talk about. You could say I wanted to ask for your help this time. That is if you are willing to meet me. At the family cafe I'm waiting for ya, now I want otw there." The reply made me feel upset.
"What the hell does he want that? can't see anyone calm down a little." My movements, but I did not stop, I changed clothes.
Five minutes passed, and I finally took my foot out of the house. On foot I went to see him while exchanging messages with my husband telling me I left the house this morning.
I looked to my left right as I entered the cafe. And in the corner of the cafe in the right corner I found Diyah waving her hand. Weird right? we weren't that familiar before. But I keep stepping while smiling to greet the cafe employees who already know me.
I took a seat right in front of him, his face looked pale with a stomach that looked bigger and bigger. Only her lips are covered in natural color lipstick. Very different from Diyah when she used to like to dress up. His long hair was only ponytailed.
"Sorry for a long time, I just finished cleaning and had to take a shower before leaving here." My stale base. But not all lies because I just finished drying clothes when reading the message earlier.
"What's wrong, I'm sorry I interrupted you in the morning."
"What's wrong? tumben's meeting?" I could no longer hide the curiosity in my mind.
A lot of things are going on in my mind. Honestly, it was more negative at first. I may not hate him but beware of him I still need to do. But looking at her current appearance made me feel sorry for her.
"I.. "
