The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 143. Devan Again
Chapters 143. Devan Again
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" The most precious treasure is the family, the most beautiful palace is the family. The most meaningful poetry is family, the peerless pearl is family....."
(Taken from the lyrics of the song BCL ~ Precious Treasures)
(This song was once an OST of the Cemara Family series)
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One week passed, Dhira increasingly accustomed herself to understand the will of her husband who seemed to be bored entering it every night.
Carrying out the task as a wife, now can be felt Dhira back. Abhimanyu who was more spoiled for his wife, as if to make Dhira feel happy. He was happy because Abhimanyu was very dependent on his small needs, against him.
Just like this morning, with a slight opening of his footsteps to the right and left sides, Abhimanyu leaned over his body so that Dhira could make a tie knot for him.
" You'll have lunch to take Bagos to the office?" Abhimanyu looked at the face of his wife who was so sweet and beautiful.
When not fragrant, the lawong every night Abhimanyu ate it without any vacant days. Make him have to take a junub bath in the morning. That is if not added.
In the morning he also had to prepare all the needs of two men who are very meaningful in his life. Who else if not her son and husband.
" Lunch?, why did you? I still want flowers in front of it!" dhira answered while linking the knot was born a red tie belonging to Abhimanyu.
" You don't keep busy, there is mbak Yuni same mas Sugeng right?" Rajuk Abhimanyu with grim face durja.
Dhira ironed Abhimanyu's front coat with both hands, after which the knot was perfectly formed. Satisfied with the work of his hands.
" I'm tired of mas, just at home, if the hibiscus is not really mending!" Dhira was shaking her lips.
Accustomed to a pile of work in the Kitchen of Isun, but now she had to become a consort seems enough to make Dhira less work.
" Your job is to serve me, I don't want you to be tired!" Abhimanyu kissed his lips at a glance.
" Who says not tired, people are so not tired!" dhira's grunts that I often lost offset Abhimanyu's stamina.
The husband immediately chuckled, he pinched his wife's chin gently and then kissed back the rhino's lips back.
" Raka same Jodhi mana, we have breakfast yuk!" get Abhimanyu to switch topics.
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At the dining table, the two boys were already perched neatly on their respective chairs. Yes, Jodhi has indeed stayed there three times, since Dhira lived in his new home. The boy had even brought his school uniform.
" Well, these cheats are papa's kids, on not waiting!" Abhimanyu greeted his two children.
Raka and Jodhi compactly turned to the source of the voice. Where Abhimanyu is neat, holding tightly to Dhira's hand.
" It's wrong for a long time, isn't it Ka?" Jodhi chuckles.
Raka smiled knot. He was happy to see the bright hue on his mother's face. The boy was overcome by circumstances.
" No, I just sat down too!" tukas Raka honest.
Abhimanyu was happy to see everything complete at the dining table. " Mother, I also want to take dong!" Jodhi was always spoiled, the boy was even more violent when with Dhira.
" Can you, Jodhi what do you want?" Dhira enthusiastically serves three men there. Just like that, it had already made his heart warm up this early.
They ate in silence, spoonfuls of complaints with plates alone that sounded like backsounds that morning.
" Ma, if my friend wants to study at home, can't you?" Raka after finishing her breakfast, now asked Dhira.
" May dong, this is also Raka's house. Papa bought this house for all of us!" Abhimanyu actually first asked his son's question. A moment later he looked at his smiling wife towards him.
The happiness that was immeasurable, was already imprinted there.
" Don't Jodhi want to ask too?" dhira asked teasingly, because the boy usually always wanted to mimic what Raka did.
" Tell me!" after sipping a glass of milk.
The three of them waited for the boy to open his mouth, Abhimanyu was still seen finishing some of his mouthfuls.
"When mama Rania gave me papa Baru ya Bun. Raka once said if the guess is not wrong, soon I will have a new papa, who? dad does mom know too ?"
Abhimanyu choked on his last mouthful as soon as Jodhi said that. Dhira hurriedly grabbed a glass of water, and gave it directly to her husband.
A second later Abhimanyu and Dhira looked at each other. Could his son, who carried the quiet, know the closeness of his brothers?
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Devan that morning as usual, after doing a briefing he asked Abhimanyu's signature to be dissolved in his notula paper. The sign is important for black evidence on white, that Devan is always consistent in carrying out the duties of his boss.
Before starting work they are all refracted for a briefing. If according to Abhimanyu 70 percent of our work can be said to be completed, if there is preparation. The rest is just execution.
" Van, where the hell are you from. You smell like that burnt cable!" Abhimanyu covered his nose with a japit using his finger that was linked.
Devan spontaneously kisses both keteknya, alternately. " Cable burn? I'm the same Master from earlier in the briefing room!" grunts Devan. She always used to spray her expensive perfume.
" Jr!!" Abhimanyu was completely nauseous, his stomach was stirred when he opened his nose again.
" What perfume are you wearing Van. Replace!!!" Abhimanyu really couldn't stand it.
" You want to make me feel good here. Go there you are!" Abhimanyu really can't stand the scent of Devan.
Strangely enough, every day my perfume is also this Sir. Every day, you breathe the same perfume. Getting married is so strange.
Devan grumbled in his heart. His boss was getting fussy after marriage.
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That afternoon Abhimanyu forced Dhira to go to the office. He asked Bagus to deliver Dhira. They do not have a driver yet, Sugeng can not drive, making Abhimanyu has no choice but to ask Bagus to go to his new home.
Devan welcomes his fussy boss's wife. The man was a bit scared when he met Dhira. Afraid that Abhimanyu's words contain the truth about his scent.
" Good day, madam!" greet Devan.
" Day Mr. Devan, call me Mrs Dhira!" Dhira is less comfortable if called like that.
" Good Mom!"
Devan is still staring. Making Dhira stop his steps and turn around the body.
" I'm not in between this?" ask Dhira.
" Send by Mom, I'm a little behind. Master says I stink of a cable burn!" Devan ducked with a grim face.
Dhira gave a loud chuckle, according to Devan his boss' wife was indeed very beautiful if laughing like that. The boss was crazy when he stayed.
"What a burn cable, Mr. Devan scented. Come on!" bring Dhira.
Devan was confused, and soon he quickly followed Dhira.
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The Abhimanyu Room
As always, Abhimanyu always greeted Dhira with a kiss. " Look what you Van, madep there you are!" gertak Abhimanyu when Devan just appeared. Put that guy back in the body.
Dhira just shook his head lazily, her husband was another if faced with his assistant.
Edan boss, nyosor here. It stained my eyes!
I don't know how many times Devan was made snort by Abhimanyu today. In addition to the more complex tasks, the boss is increasingly fussy to the wel wel wel.
" You smell so good Dhir!" abhimanyu.
Devan was glaring, even though the perfume of Dhira and hers was the same. It's just that hiss is more masculine. It can smell from the scent that evaporates into the air.
Devan can tell for sure their perfume is the same brand.
Soon after, Devan entered because he took the file that had been checked by Abhimanyu. However, Devan had not had time to reach the yellow map Abhimanyu immediately felt nauseous when he smelled Devan.
Abhimanyu darted into the toilet in his room.
" Why are you!" Dhira chased Abhimanyu to the toilet, the man vomited air without being able to remove his stomach.
Dhira and Devan panic. Is Abhimanyu sick?, but this morning was fine Dhira thought.
" I don't want to see you first Van. You don't smell good. I could die if this keeps on!" abhimanyu said after feeling his stomach was better. He regulated his wheezing breath because it was struck by a tremendous nausea.
Instantly Dhira rounded his eyes, even though the scent of Devan was fine according to him. Dhira felt sorry to look at Devan who had the face of melas after being in the syringe by her husband.
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