The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 151. Hero Mischief
Chapters 151. Hero Mischief
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" Like a dead chicken in a barn"
(One who is miserable, in a state of well-being)
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Still shocked, Abhimanyu tried to understand what was happening. His wife was now even more agile after marriage.
" Thira?" Abhimanyu looked at his fierce-faced wife, standing in the doorway connecting to her dugout.
" Dear why you can.." Surprise struck.
" Sir Devan thank you!" dhira said to Devan, without understanding the confusion that hit Abhimanyu. As if implying to the handsome young assistant that to leave them.
Devan scrambled for a moment, his heart cheered because it was certain that Abhimanyu would be more avid there.
I'm on your side, madam
The door was closed, and now she was sitting in a chair that was right in front of her husband's table. The woman was chin-backed while staring intently at her husband.
" Who did you say was insane?"
Dhira raised his face in a direction, making their gazes meet. Actually Dhira wanted to laugh at seeing her bumbling husband.
" A minute, I just found you at home not there. I've asked Sugeng to Yuni for your nyari but no..!" abhimanyu's face was grim.
Dhira giggled inwardly, her husband had actually already hung his life to her apparently.
" Try opening it, open a gift from a mad person!" said Dhira flat. Makes Abhimanyu difficult to swallow his saliva, just a little stuff.
He's been talking wrong. The anger of Dhira, could be because the gift is a gift from his wife.
And without refuting anymore, the handsome man immediately diligently skinned the gift wrapper. But his birthday is still a long time, and unfortunately he even cursed his wife as a mad man.
His eyes were rounded as soon as he saw an object with a length of approximately 10 inches in magenta, Abhimanyu grabbed the object with a question mark.
" What is this?" Abhimanyu flipped things that he did not know what kind of thing it was.
Dhira was still silent, she wanted to see her husband's reaction.
Not getting an answer, Abhimanyu tried to find out for himself what it was. He was seen sliding the white line cover, and surprised to see two red lines on the device.
At that time he knew, if the object with a strange shape was a pregnancy testing device.
" Dear??" Abhimanyu stared in disbelief at the smiling Dhira.
" So.this...." Abhimanyu even became choked. Disbelief, tends to be happy.
Be happy? sure have.
" Congratulations Mr. Abhimanyu Aryasatya, he will soon be a papa again. Raka has a sister!" Dhira replied with a still sitting position.
Abhimanyu circled his desk in a happy moment, wanting to embrace Dhira immediately. But as he quickly stretched out his hands...
" Stop!!!" Dhira raised his hand. Makes Abhimanyu brake suddenly.
" Why?" abhimanyu's forehead is folded.
" Still want to hurt people crazy??" dhira Cibir.
Abhimanyu avidly made his wife, "I don't know?!" Abhimanyu bent his face.
" I'm sorry, baby!" to explain himself, and to present a moping face, he can make a weapon to ask for forgiveness.
" If you don't know, what can people do? My son still wants two. Same Mr. Devan is also not good. That's why we have the same bond, Devan!" Dhira lashed out at her husband with a spiritual flush.
" sthat mean?"
" Said Dr. Richard, the nausea is due to sympathetic pregnancy syndrome!" terang Dhira's.
" Moreover that, Richard didn't tell me yesterday. I even told you to lie again!" Abhimanyu.
" The point is that the mas is really dear to me, so when I fill even mas which fumigates the effects of pregnancy. How good is it?" Dhira Ki even sneered with a chuckle.
" Dare you now?!" Abhimanyu tickled his wife's stomach. Makes them even like a little boy.
" Well, his son will be sick!!" said Dhira who can not stand the amused taste.
Dhira smiled meaningfully.
" Don't forget, I'm not the same pro, Mr. Devan. So I can get him to be my successful team!!" Dhira.
" Davin!!!!"
And the so-called name felt his ears ringing, because it was being the material of the husband and wife's gossip.
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Shinta that morning returned to her early routine before she worked in Isun's Kitchen. The place is now in a time of rehab and widening. The point is Bastian wants and will make the place bigger.
This morning Rangga was in the afternoon service, making Shinta not too hasty in preparing everything. The absence of a baby in their household, it is certain to make the house with a medium size is very quiet.
Rangga is not a rich man whose property is not eaten up by seven derivatives, Shinta also does not come from a family of twisted tajir. However, Rangga could always give Shinta what she wanted. He was also classified as a responsible husband.
If the Rangga family is a family that all dabble as state servants, different from Shinta who comes from an ordinary family. Not rich and not poor. It's just, both of Shinta's parents have divorced and each has returned to the household.
However, from the tired cries of Rangga they can buy a house, a car and can also live a decent life. Only one less.
Child anak.
Rangga gave his wife permission to work in Kembu Isun, because Dhira needed help at the beginning of his business. Shinta, who every day only takes care of the household, is certainly very happy with the offer. Moreover, he and his husband have not been bothered with the affairs of the child.
In addition, as Dhira's efforts progress, the salary he can also be quite decent. The departure of Sekar because in the editing by friends of the husband Dhira inevitably makes it quiet. Although he will later return to Kitchen Isun after the construction of the new building is completed, but apparently these days loneliness began to hit him.
And this morning, it came back just like a few months ago. He cooked chili plow, boiled vegetables, also fried tilapia and tofu. Her husband loved that food.
" Why are you going to mature?" Rangga plucked tofu which was still emitting a puff of smoke. Gobbling in one mouthful.
" Mum, hot loh!" said Shinta who felt her husband was impatient.
" Icip doang, not really!" he said with his mouth full, while chewing with fun. Makes his voice more like a murmur.
" Good baby, I want dong in the wrap, make provisions!" pinta Ranges. The man did know very well how to please his wife, one of them by praising the taste of his wife's cooking.
Ten minutes passed, and all of Shinta's cooking was brought to the dining table. " Want to eat now?" shinta Tawal.
" Can!" Rangga loves Shinta with all the more lack. He knew that until now he was being tested by the existence of children.
" Yes!" Shinta was a little cheerful this morning.
" Yes, why?" Rangga.
" It's usually a date like this I'm mens, but not yet. Hopefully this time it will be yes!" Shinta is often optimistic every taggal period is late.
She smiled, "Amin. Hopefully yes??" Rangga pinched Shinta's cheeks gnashed.
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After getting permission from Rangga, he wanted to go to the mall alone. He did not dare to invite Dhira and Sekar. They can both be categorized as newlyweds. Moreover, they both get a big class husband. Not like her.
Make it a little condescending if you want to invite them to wander like this time.
He walked towards the escalator, white body fit pants with a mustard top with beautiful hair, making Shinta beautiful that afternoon. Casual clothes were always her favorite.
From the ground floor, he headed towards the second floor. And his arrival, immediately welcomed by baby and children's clothing stand. His hands reflexively stretched out and felt several rows of cute and adorable clothes.
His heart rippled as he picked up a baby glove. Not feeling his tears immediately inundated the corner of Shinta's eyes, his nose felt hot. Shinta was sad in a split second.
Oh my God, I wish I could have it
Leaving behind the novelty while shrinking her watery eyes, Shinta walked towards the clothes of an adult, she was seen picking up the clothes of a man. I want to buy clothes for her husband.
" Great, surely Rangga likes it!" shinta's face sparkled as she scanned the shirt.
He had felt sultry even in the air-conditioned room, the bottom area also felt moist. However, he preferred to walk towards the place of women's clothing. Many pairs of eyes were staring at him, not a few were whispering whispering Shinta was confused. There was nothing strange about his appearance
He also does not make-up menor. He prefers not to ignore the gaze of other visitors, against him. But just as he was about to grab the hanger that caught his attention, a man in quick motion suddenly wrapped his buttocks in a jacket.
" Be quiet and walk to the toilet immediately, something you don't realize is grabbing people's attention!" said a man by still tying the knot of the jacket sleeve, in order to cover Shinta's buttocks.
" You?" Shinta was surprised when she saw Danan talking beside her ear, even they were not far away, the man's breathing could even be breathed. Fresh and warm.
" You can scold me later, now the most important thing is that I'm taking you to the toilet!"
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