The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 104. Abhimanyu Ideals
Chapters 104. Abhimanyu Ideals
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"My love is not ordinary love, if you have it. And you've been with me my whole life!"
(Taken from the lyrics of the song Afgan ~ Not ordinary love)
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With his chest still covered with rumbling, Wisang opened the door for Sekar. At first glance he glanced at the pias woman's face from the tail of his eyes. Wisang half-running around his car, he is now sitting behind the wheel. Installing seatbelt.
"Here's your hand!" Wisang without waiting for Sekar's approval, immediately grabbed the woman's hand. He hardened his jaw, saw Sekar's bruised hand and was hit by a shard incision.
"I'm the sire!" said Sekar slowly pulled his hand.
But when Sekar pulled his hand, he saw Wisang's handbooks also flushed red. That must be because after hitting Vishnu earlier.
"Your hand man?" Sekar stared grimly at Wisang.
"Don't worry about me, it's not a threat to me at all!" Wisang started his car engine. He left the eating place with a big heart. He wanted to beat up the cowardly man earlier.
But of course, Sekar is more important at the moment. He did not want Sekar to see the devil side of a Wisanggeni.
Quietly silent, dissolved in his mind. He had unintentionally involved the man beside him. He did not dare to speak, he was still staring at Wisang's hardened jaw, holding back anger.
"Who was that?" asked Wisang without turning his face.
She swallowed his saliva.
"Vishnu!"
"My ex-boyfriend!" Just shy of being embarrassed. It could be his personal problems, making other people like Wisang who get rubbed.
Wisang was silent, not wanting to know more. a clue was enough for him to know the jerk man earlier. His hunger had evaporated, replaced with resentment. The memory of Sekar's face holding back the pain, made him restless.
A pinch of feeling to protect Sekar is present, can this instant?.
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The sun has sagged to the west side, although the weather outside is still hot but the clock has shown at 15:00
Dhira who feels slumbering, a nap that he rarely get since he became the owner of Kitchen Isun . He woke up to the sound of his cell phone floundering.
"Oh yeah, you wait a minute. I'm going back too!"
Dhira disconnected the phone from Sekar, his assistant informed him that he had been home since.
Dhira immediately took a bath, he felt his body sticky. He opened the closet in the room, and sure enough there were a lot of clothes there.
"Is all this new. But, why would Abi buy this much clothes. Don't you, honey..." Dhira monologues, out of wonder.
He took a red brick dress that afternoon, as soon as he rushed to take a shower.
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Abhimanyu apparently did not sleep, he who felt sultry also just finished bathing. However, he had not changed clothes yet, he remembered his work. He sat in front of the computer screen bare-chested.
However, without the pain. Dhira knocked on the door of his room.
"Mas!" Dhira knocked on the door of his room.
"Mas!" the second tap was a bit slow, it was possible that the woman was just making sure of what she was sleeping too. But Abhimanyu deliberately pranked.
"Come in, I'm in the study!" Abhimanyu felt, his voice must have been conveyed across the wall of his apartment.
I heard a step, a moment later...
"Good shit!" Dhira covered his face.
Yes, even though they once produced sweat together, and once flew to the skies of mutual enjoyment, but seeing men sitting casually bare-chested certainly made Dhira tiptoe. His heart suddenly fidgeted.
Abhimanyu chuckled to see Dhira's expression." Hey, my subordinates are still complete. Sory, I was out of the shower remember there was little work." said Abhimanyu. He felt Dhira was so adorable, behind his surprised face.
"I'm waiting outside, I'm in the shop. I want to go home now!" said Dhira, the next second he went out into the living room with a shy face.
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Abhimanyu was wearing casual clothes that afternoon. As usual, he looks good. Andhira is also always beautiful when wearing a dress she thought.
"Mas!" ask Dhira.
"Hmmm!" abhimanyu answered still holding his round steering wheel.
"That's a lot of clothes, you buy?"
"It wasn't me, Devan I told him to. Why, you don't like it?" ask Abhimanyu.
"No, what were you doing there on purpose?" shira Exclamation.
"Yes for you, make it this way . If the fit is urgent you are not confused about a change of clothes!" abhimanyu Tukas.
"But right.." Dhira's words hang.
"I'm sure that you'll be going to my place a lot Dhir. Even though we were faced with yesterday's insanity, but my faith is proven now!" abhimanyu pede.
Dhira was stunned, the man beside her was truly a perfectionist she thought. He noticed details. Dhira was flattered by the treatment of Abhimanyu who always paid attention to him. If she remembers her past, it feels like her life is just gone with the laundry and the ironing pile of her son and husband. Never the slightest item to taste the beauty of attention.
" We pack food first yes, Wisang same Sekar already there right?"
"We eat together later, you don't do much work first. Did I add a job there to help you with Shinta's sister?" abhimanyu.
"Don't do it, Shinta is enough!" dhira quickly shook his head, he felt Abhimanyu was too overprotective.
"I want you to focus on our marriage after this!" Abhimanyu grabbed and kissed Dhira's hand.
"I can't wait to see you tidying up my das every morning, I can't wait to see you that I can hug every sleep Dhir!" he again kissed Dhira's hand. While imagining the shape of a symmetrical tie the results of the Dhira series every morning. He chuckles at that.
Dhira was very happy then, for a moment he had been selfish for forgetting his teenage son. Abhimanyu's warm treatment makes him just like a girl. But the thing he liked was, Abhimanyu always remembered with all the people closest to him.
"Thank you, you always make me smile!"
"Therefore, I want you to be happy. Not just a smile. I'm grateful that Dhir can be found with you. I want to make a little brother for Raka after we get married!" Abhimanyu rolled his eyes while smiling and lowered his eyebrows.
Abhimanyu handsome, Dhira felt uneasy looking at the face of the man with a thin mustache under his nose. Dimples and eyes are a bit narrow typical of Asian men, making Dhira feel lucky in meeting with Abhimanyu with all or less.
"I want to have many children from you Dhir. Once a year you should give birth. Our age must be racing against our efforts every night Dhir" Abhimanyu giggled amusedly.
Andhira rounded his eyes to hear Abhimanyu joking about the breeding.
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