The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 170. Wrestling With Mind
Chapters 170. Wrestling With Mind
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" Like a blind man loses a stick."
(One is in a difficult step, because it does not know what steps to take/execute)
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The shiny Black Sedan had been parked some distance away from her in-laws' house. Abhimanyu really did not want to make his wife run away, if he knew his obvious arrival.
However, as soon as it reached the lips of the entrance of her in-laws' house, a surprising sight tended to be heartwarming to appear to welcome her arrival.
He knew that his wife was complaining to her brother. All this time, he knew that Bastian was the one who was always the partner in his wife's persolan jtu, since the time of Indra first. How thought.
" Ahem!" he cleared his throat lightly because none of the words he could choose, to be used as the opening word. Making the two brothers who were hugging it, turned their heads while releasing their embrace.
" So, I'm here, I don't hear the car!" bastian used to look ordinary. His fear was apparently unproven. He was worried that Bastian would come to her for making his beloved sister cry.
But the relaxed answer from his sister-in-law, made his worries immediately ventured into the atmosphere of the room.
" Emmm .so in front of there I parked it. Let's go home not complicated later, because I can not be long. I still have to sort out some interests about the perpetrator who made Wisang's car in sabotage!"
Dhira's husband seems to deliberately emphasize the word sabotage perpetrator, so that his wife also understands if he is still very concerned about the case of his wife's best friend.
" God, I'm sorry you haven't been there. So how's Shinta doing now?" Bastian who is still in the pound by some busyness related to Kitchen Isun it really presents a look of regret.
" He's been good, but ... Rangga is still not awake. He's in a coma!"
Bastian was stunned, his face was slashed. " It is very sad for Rangga. I'll be there later tonight, brother. I still...!" Bastian was embarrassed if he had to explain to his brother-in-law, related to his bias in the business of registration for entrepreneur training.
He considered that his financial affairs were taboo things that he wanted to avoid to be discussed with Abhimanyu. Because he was sure, just once complained. The husband of his brother must have immediately fielded unmitigated help. And he avoids that.
" It's okay, Shinta's father-in-law has also come!" while saying that, Abhimanyu stole a look at him Dhira who was still ogah-ogahan looked at him.
Dhira was silent. Looking up at the tablecloth.
" I made you drink first then, sister, your mother doesn't exist!" Bastian deliberately wanted to make room for the two, to speak. He knew something was going on between these different kinds of people.
" Okay, that's cold, Bas!" Abhimanyu smiled at his sister-in-law, sitting himself on the sofa.
" Brains!" the man rushed into the kitchen. Leaving two humans in silence.
The comfort around slowly faded. Dhira was ordinary but not with his mood. The woman is a contradictory creature. What he looks is always contrary to his heart.
Abhimanyu's wife looked tough, but she was very sad. Remembering Abhimanyu's voice rising to him earlier.
" I'm sorry!" Abhimanyu put his hands together, staring at his wife. Silence is now a headline atmosphere there.
" I came home to find you, but you didn't exist, Yuni asked me too!"
Still quiet.
" Call Rania too she doesn't know. The kids are back with Rania!" said again.
" Say something so I can make amends. I just don't want you to be treated like other people!"
" But if you don't think it's true. I will learn from today!"
" If need be, I'll apologize to Rangga's mother now that you're still getting me that way!"
Dhira is still in silent mode, but already looks riled up. Abhimanyu looked at his wife who suddenly became the mannequin.
" Yes, I'm leaving now!" Abhimanyu began to move from his seat.
" I'm per...!"
" Don't go!" dhira said as her husband turned his body towards the exit, and began to step on his feet. A triumphant smile emerged from Abhimanyu's face.
" I'm sorry!" Dhira hugged her husband's solid body and then pressed her face against her husband's wide back.
Inhaling the scent of Abhimanyu's body was always calming.
Abhimanyu momentarily enjoyed the touch of his wife who made something down there suddenly agitated. A small creature that is so sensitive, when it gets a touch from his wife.
" I'm the one who's sorry. I'm not gonna do what you don't like. I'm promise!" the man's body turned around, he looked at his smiling wife.
Okay the lioness has managed to tame back he thought. Stay finishing.
Abhimanyu looked at his wife. It seems he will lose if his wife sulks. He could have been against Devan. But apparently, he did not have fangs when dealing with his wife.
His wife's soft lips are now sambar. Just rajuki his wife for a few hours, has made Abhimanyu shakeless. Soft warm sweeps make Dhira also soluble.
Abhimanyu's hand with his muscle held his wife's nape half-pressing. While the other hand, he used to pull his wife's waist.
Very soft and choppy.
The lulled Dhira even welcomed the kiss with a regular rhythm. Even a small sounding.
" Bastian's fresh watermelon ice su.dah si....!" looks like the man is destined to be a scene fighter for Judah. After Wisang and Sekar, now he must be a dagger when he saw his two brothers who enjoyed each other. Make it straight back right and forward the road with the tray that is still on top of his hand.
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" Mister Made asked me to go back there and. You're coming with what...?" Wisang deliberately hung up his question, after the man finished his reply to AKBP Made Alit.
" According to you?" sahut Danan's.
" Yes, I...!" The wizards are confused by themselves.
" I can't bear Shinta. Relax, I don't mean anything. I just can't let him be just like his in-laws. You just heard it yourself!" Danan was frank for that one thing. The man could read the look on Bu Nisa's face, which showed his dislike for Shinta.
Wisang looked at Danan fixedly with half a thought. " Okay, I'm sure you can keep your promise. A true man is one who can keep his promises!".
And Wisang completely abandoned the man.
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Dananjaya
Orange penburat on the western horizon became a scene that is still faithful he looked at with a masygul gaze.
Shinta is awake and being treated and replaced by a nurse, at Richard's behest.
" We'll change Shinta's clothes for a while Sir, you can wait outside first!"
He's nobody there. Everyone knows that too. Damned it!!
The cigarette butts were gone he sipped. His heart ached to remember the painful words from the lips of the woman who was Shinta's in-law. Why a man as good as Rangga was actually born from a woman who mouthed the curse.
He still sits dumbstruck. It is on the top floor of the hospital. Befriended the afternoon breeze that swept across his face with a strange air. He is still weighing his mind. Can he leave all this behind.
He is not a bastard or a loser who is happy with the condition of Rangga. He wanted the man to wake up immediately. So that Shinta does not continue - a canal in the thicket.
His eyes looked at the urban expanse that looked so dwarfed from where he sat. What he was looking for.
A fortune?
Of honor?
Of happiness?
Forty years more breathing and not yet getting happiness. Then what's he got all this time?
Hasn't he been happy with the free life he lives? not all this time, he could easily be satisfied by a beautiful woman who peddled her body for a piece of her property?
Why is it so empty now?
Obviously what he's been getting all this time is just a pleasure. And happiness is two different things. Anyone can be happy. Can get this that, someone can be happy.
But what is all that with a sense of happiness?
Not necessarily (not necessarily).
He thought his attraction to Shinta was just a momentary euphoria. He thought it was all just a fleeting feeling, one that wouldn't last long. But in reality, he must now fight against himself and his own logic.
Now he believes in the proposition often uttered by Abhimanyu.
" Everyone will mumble in time!"
After Wisang who believes in it, now he seems to also have to admit the kinship of his best friend's mustajab speech.
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