The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 110. Prayer Manifestation
Chapters 110. Prayer Manifestation
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The beauty queen of only eighteen
(Beauty queen who is only eighteen)
She had some trouble with herself
(He has problems with himself)
He was always there to help her
(The man is always there to help him)
She always belongs to someone else
(The girl always belongs to someone else)
I drove for miles and miles
(I drive for miles)
And lost up at your door
(And arrived in front of your house)
I've had you so many times
(Have you for so long)
But somehow I want more
(But I don't know why I want more)
I don't mind spendin' every day
(I don't mind spending my days)
Out on your corner in the pourin' rain
(In your place in the rain)
Look for the girl with the broken smile
(Finding a girl whose smile is bitter)
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
(Therefore is willing to stop for a while)
She will be loved
(And he will be loved)
She will be loved
(And he will be loved)
Tap on my window knock on my door
(Tap my window knock on my door)
I want to make you feel beautiful
(I want to make you feel beautiful)
I know I tend to get so insecure
(I know I tend to feel uncomfortable)
It doesn't matter anymore
(It doesn't matter anymore)
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
(There are not always rainbows and dragonflies)
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
(It's the mutual understanding that keeps us afloat, yeah)
My heart is full and my door's always open
(My heart is full and my door is always open)
You come anytime you want, yeah
(You come whenever you want, yeah)
(Maroon 5 ~ She Will Beloved)
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By emitting the look of Sekar's hostile eyes looking at Wisang full of frustration.
" Why are you always so happy?"
upset matchless, other than annoyed he seems a little embarrassed. A red tinge on the cheek is clearly concrete evidence, if the middle Sekar is not okay.
Why did he not stop bothering her. He felt bad because he had involved Wisang in his personal problems.
Now Wisang folded both his hands. " Let me guess, is it because I told you 'like a child'? Wisang stared at Sekar, who still set the typical breath of upset people. Staring at him.
"Here, you get ready here let me do it. I want to take you out. It's Sunday night, no rejection. If you refuse, I will continue to bother you!" Wisang nyerocos, while releasing the aprons on Sekar's waist.
Sekar can not evade the slightest item, because Wisang keburu turned his body.
The woman was actually a bit shocked, but Wisang's hand quickly stripped the apron, then moved it to her sturdy body quickly.
"I don't want Mister, are you anything?!" Sekar really did not understand, why the man continued to bother him.
"I told you to get ready. Or me....." Wisang deliberately put a scary face to Sekar. Making the woman immediately turn around, and enter her narrow room.
"Always rule!"
Wisang giggled amusedly to see the face of Sekar's fear, immediately then he began to rub the surface of some dirty places. While diving drink water he thought.
Waiting for Sekar to change clothes, but he also did not let the task of the woman lie.
The duration of changing clothes was apparently longer than the duration of Wisang washing the furniture, making the man nervous. "Why so long?" he grumbled while releasing a pink apron with a cartoon character drawing with a round blush on the cheek. The original soundtrack cartoon reads...
'Picara Parapampampam Speaker' 2x
I'm so hungry
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Vast
A moment after he closed the door of his room, he held onto his chest that was pounding incoherently. The man was too frontal he thought, this is crazy! totally crazy.
"Wong crazy!, no random person!" his grunts, but the next second Sekar felt the lips that a few seconds ago in sambar by Wisang.
There was warmth in his body. But he hastily brushed it off. She is just a woman who does not have any position, she met Wisang accidentally. But that kiss?
Ah never mind, it's too complicated to dig out the answers yourself.
Sekar is afraid Wisang will prove his threat, although he is not yet fully acquainted but he can conclude if Wisang is a type of dictatorial man, who if he has said must be implemented immediately.
Washing mountains of dirty tools kemaren day after tomorrow for example. He had already refused, but the man was quite stubborn apparently. And today, the grown man with the handsome face typical of Asian men again scared her. His eyes indicated that he had to come out. Or, the man could force her to use other means.
"CK, that's right. I don't have any good clothes. Look at him, his clothes are nice and I'm?" he was a long-time monologue.
Just feeling inappropriate. He who has been living under the pressure of Vishnu, where ever can this shopping. Just fun yourself never. Can not buy new clothes for a long time, what is the name if you can not please yourself?.
"Do I refuse?, what does he want!" Sekar does not care because it does not have clothes that are worth using to get out. He stared at the pile of his clothes on the small shelf in his room.
He had been alone all this time, his life was pale without hue. She was just a lucky woman, because there was a master as good as Dhira who wanted to accommodate herself there.
"I'm just wearing that!" still talking to himself. Pointing to the only dress he had, the dream dress that was bought from the results of collecting the remnants of extortion in Vishnu.
Wait a minute, but for what he is confused about appearance if it does not have taste. Look good or not, it shouldn't be a problem. Then....
Sekar wears a dress with denim material with knee length, short sleeves. It still looks good even though the woman has had it for a long time.
She is a concerned woman.
He combed and pinched his hair with one tie, letting his side bangs perch neatly on his forehead. He rubbed the powder so that his face was not too dull. Sekar does not know skincare, for him life is to survive in his own way. Not forgetting he thickened his eyebrows with a cheap eyebrow pencil that he could reach.
As a complement, he applied a nude color lipstick, so that it did not look pale but did not menor. He sprayed the spray cologne perfume that he used to buy at his minimarket subscription.
Everything he wears tends to be ordinary items that can all be found in the minimarket.
A black Sling bag that never changed, as well as a pair of shoes only flat shoes that he has now mounted already on his body.
What else do you want?
This is the best he has.
But wait a minute, she means to follow all the man's suggestions dong? oh no!!!
"Why can I change clothes like this?" he set himself on a medium-sized mirror perched on the wall of his room. Just a moment he thought, he also wanted to go to the minimarket to buy his personal equipment which was time for recharging. The eyebrows are over.
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Wisang was agitated, willing to knock on the door was also reluctant. He prefers to surf in cyberspace, busy scrolling his phone to hunt time.
Chequelek
As the door creaked slightly, and it was already closed the next second, he turned his head. Wisang blood rippled, he was stunned to look at Sekar whose hair is in a neat pigtail, featuring a clean neckline and now makes Wisang more agitated.
Very pretty she thought.
With a frowned face, Sekar pulled the key of the room from his hole. A moment later he walked towards where Wisang was.
"Where are you going?" wisang chuckled.
Sekar of course immediately glared, staring at Wisang with a frown. Wisang chuckled, laughing amusedly at Sekar's expression that was even more adorable if sulking.
" Ok ok, we're going now!" he did not want Sekar to change his mind again.
She looks beautiful in that dress. The size is also fit in the slim body of Sekar. Wisang also saw the girl now slightly make-up, evident from the eyebrow scratches that are now more visible in appeal at this time.
"You're so pretty this way!" Wisang said while putting on his seat belt, he did not stop smiling.
Sekar just popped his mouth, he felt the man beside him was truly an accomplished raider.
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" You want a wedding that's how Dhir?" Oma asked on the sidelines of their eating activities.
Rania was also seen there apparently, she looked happy with the presence of Dhira that night.
"Later to find a good dress, Ma'am, the makeup artist's nyari is also the best!" Rania is excited to be a successful team there.
"Yes right, you have to help Ran!" oma Regina Sahut.
Jodhi was still busy devouring seafood on her plate. Not interested in talking about the parents there.
"That's all right?"
"What concept do you want?"
"Or just an outdoor?"
Rania nyerocos without pause, made her feel very happy.
"You, who want to be a manten, haven't answered so many questions!" Abhimanyu shook his head.
"Well, I went to Dhira. Isn't that Mr Dhir?" Rania tries to diplomacy with Andhira.
Dhira smiled, "I'm sorry Oma, Rania. I want it even attended by nuclear families only. What is important is that our good intentions can be carried out immediately" said Dhira calmly.
Abhimanyu looked at the face of his future wife, quite unexpected. His wife was very simple, he thought. Does he doubt Abhimanyu's abilities.
Dhira looked at Abhimanyu, as if he understood what the man beside him was thinking. " I know you can make a big party for me, but that's not the only thing that matters to me. Because what's more important is our legality." Dhira smiled looking at Abhimanyu.
Oma Regina shrunk her tears, the woman in front of her was actually her grandson's would-be companion whom she had always asked in her prayers. He is the manifestation of God's answer to all his prayers during this time.
"I agree with Auntie Dhira. But, we finished our wedding honeymoon with ya Te. A big family honeymoon. Aunty can not refuse if it" said Jodhi with a full mouth. Makes his speech unclear.
"If you talk about eating it in Telen first Jo" said Rania.
Jodhi swallowed the food, making her throat work a little because the boy's chewing was not up to standard. As a result it becomes sereten.
"Ohhhhh!" he said after sipping a glass of water to the toilet.
"I mean we can have a honeymoon together. Sama Raka, Oma, Om Bastian, his mother om Bastian, me, Abi's father, Aunt Dhira!" he counted while moving his fingers according to the amount he said..
Rania of course widened her eyes, "Where is the honeymoon Jo. Where is the honeymoon of a ripong like people want a list of vaccines!"
Abhimanyu massaged his forehead because of the actions of his nephew, Oma Regina laughed crisply while Dhira endured the embarrassment. Because maybe the smelly boy was talking about the honeymoon.
"So that honeymoon wasn't reincarnation huh?"
"The recreation!!!" said all those who were there while staring at Jodhi's anxiety.
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