The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 2. Kissing Fragrance Fragrance
Chapters. 2 Kissing Fragrance Fragrance
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" Not much for me, don't repeat! hurt me as you like!"
(Taken from the lyrics of the song Geisha ~ If Love Him)
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Dhira had yawned several times with sleepy eyes, waiting for her husband to come home.
He saw a wall clock showing at 23:17, too late for people working in the office.
In the 32nd minute, there was a roar of the car engine. It was her husband's car.
Chequelek
The door opened by Indra.
"From anywhere mas, why can get this late" Dhira of course worried, considering this is late at night, even before dawn.
"I told you there was an evaluation meeting" he said annoyed.
"What a clock like this, I know I don't work. But I still know that a meeting overtime won't be here by this hour"
Dhira begins to vent his frustration, he deserves to know. His wife.
"So you're accusing me, huh!!" Indra gripped Dhira's cheeks, making her lips pursed.
A moment later he released his grip.
"I'm tired, coming home from work is always like this. Move!!" Indra nudged Dhira's body roughly, making the woman's body stagger backward.
Dhira again shed her tears, all this time there was no place to complain for her.
He was alone, he went to the bathroom behind him, washed his feet and hands, and washed his face.
Crying there, to reduce tightness in his chest.
His heart was filled with sadness, again the incident tonight was recorded clearly in the memory of Raka who peeked from behind the door of his room.
Raka shuffled to the floor, she cried. Watching the two parents who are always fighting, especially when they see their mother crying, want to feel like she hugged their mother's body.
But all this time, his mother always acted as if nothing happened in her family, even still being kind to her father.
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Andhira opened the door of her room, showing Indra who had not slept and was busy with her phone.Smiling her own smile, while her finger was cool typing letter by letter.
"Not sleeping yet, this night still reply to emails?" ask Dhira who of course wants to know, who is this night who contacted her husband.
"Si Reno, new boy. Ask permission for tomorrow's holiday" he replied briefly then put his phone on the nightstand next to his bed.
"I'm tired of going to sleep" he pulled the blanket and lay on his back to Dhira.
Dhira's heart was so sick, it had been a month that her husband had not touched her at all. She was a normal woman who needed a touch from her husband, she tried to close her eyes.
I wish all this would end.
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"Breakfast first mas" said Dhira who poured a glass of milk to Indra.
"I did not have breakfast, was waiting for the leader" replied Indra while confirming the location of his tie.
"And I'll be overtime again, which was not finished. His report is awaiting"
"So who am I?" Raka of course asked, because every day he was always with his father if he went to school.
"You ride ojol aja first, or nebeng temen you can" Indra said casually.
Andhira was already very unable to understand the way her husband thought, what kind of work made her time run out.
When he was working, it wasn't this busy. Where there must be a time frame to work, not without rules like this.
"You're with me, make mama call first"
Actually there is a motorbike in the garage, a motor matic.Namun Dhira does not allow his son to drive alone, but the motor key is also stored by Indra.
Makes him not do much.
At 06:30 Bastian arrived at Dhira's house.
"Sorry to trouble you again" Dhira said as he opened the door to his house.
"I told you Raka's my son too" Bastian smiled.
"Yuk Ka we're leaving" Bastian asked his nephew.
After kissing her parents' hands, she leaves for school with Om Bastian.
I don't know what happens if there is no Om Bastian, it has been countless times he was helped by his Om it.
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While trying to clean the bedroom, Dhira found an object under the cover.
He took it, "What is this thing" he spoke as he turned the black thing.
He was shocked when he read the brand.
"Tissue Magic Black Parade"
Even more surprised when reading the description listed behind the packaging of the object.
antiseptics are used to help increase a man's stamina, cleansing the skin around the Mr area. P to stay hygienic when in contact, and reduce the occurrence of dysfunction****l.
This time Dhira is sure, if this object belongs to her husband.But what he bought this object, considering that he rarely had sex with Indra.
Thoughts that did not accumulate in Dhira's head, she kept it in her closet.Berniat will ask her later when her husband comes home.
He headed for the kitchen, opening a medium-sized refrigerator.
Looks a lot has run out, it has been three months he is so frugal. Even he did not have time to buy makeup and personal needs, because Indra gave him money that is not the same as in the past.
"You save first, I need the money to make car repairs"
"New rules late absent pay cut"
The reason for that reason that continues to be stated every Indra gives himself spending money.Even sometimes he borrows money to Bastian, because he does not work. Only rely on the giving of the husband.
Indra did not give Dhira permission to work, citing Raka's more important reasons. As a good wife, she must obey and obey. But it seems that all this is not in line with all the sacrifices.
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The next night Raka's body was hot, she had a fever since she came home from school. Apparently he was hit by a hard volleyball spike from his friend, who was training this morning during sports lessons.
But Andhira was more panicked because Raka's body was getting shivering, and the heat was so high. She repeatedly contacted her husband, intending to inform him and could immediately take Raka to the Doctor.
However, her husband's cell phone can't even be contacted.
He again took the water to compress Raka's forehead, wiped her armpits, undressed her. Hope the fever comes down soon.
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Grand City Apartment
The cold AC has no effect on the human world involved in the heat surge. Yes, she is Indra Tanaya. Andhira's husband.
Playing with his new co-worker, a young woman named Renata. The woman who had become the third person in her household's biduk with Dhira.
"Ahhhhhh" said Indra who just reached ********** of his activity. They hugged each other, removing the bumps together.
Enjoy the most intoxicating feeling ever, whether it's a man's husband or not. Just brush!!!
"Mas, I need money to inject collagen. You're as beautiful as I am" Renata rubbed Indra's innocent chest.
"Kan yesterday I gave 5 million for treatment" Indra stroked her mistress' hair.
"Yes but yesterday for the same hair nails, later my body how" Renata blurted his lips.
"Kan for you also mas" he put his head on Indra's chest.
"Yes tomorrow I love you, now I'm going home first. Last night, Dhira was suspicious of me" Indra kissed Renata's lips at a glance.
"Yes, come here again tomorrow. You're off tomorrow"
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The clock showed at one in the morning. Dhira falls asleep in her son's bed, hugging his son in love.
He woke up hearing footsteps, since becoming a mother, his hearing became sensitive.
"Wherever you go, I can't call. Where do you work or what?" he deserves to know, no.
"You're the reason, every time I go home from work, always nagging. You don't believe I work?" Indra scolded Dhira as if the woman was wrong.
"Raka's sick, she's got a fever. I don't have a vehicle at home, my money's up. You haven't given me the shopping money, how am I not confused mas"
Indra just kept quiet, the shopping money he had to give to Dhira was gone he gave to Renata. Dark lover.
He was silent, this time Dhira was right.
"Where is Raka now" this time he lowered his voice tension.
"You see for yourself there" Dhira still set his breath up and down in annoyance. He really can't hold back his emotions when it comes to Raka.
Indra opened Raka's room, seeing that her son was sleeping. He pressed the back of his hand against Raka's forehead.
It was still hot, and his son's face was pale.
"She had a hard spike just now right at school" Dhira stood in the doorway.
"Saking hard he became feverish" said Dhira who followed Indra to Raka's room.
"Tomorrow we take him to check, I am tired of taking a break first" Indra passed from before Dhira
Dhira could only close his eyes while taking a deep breath, he wanted to get angry. The clear liquid just escaped without his permission.
How could it be, her husband was not worried at all to his son.
"You rest, son, tomorrow we go to the Doctor" Dhira kissed her son's hot forehead, then closed the door to her room.
Raka let out her tears, she heard all the conversations papa mama, she could not sleep because her whole body was painful.
But he did not want to complain too much, he felt sorry for his mother.
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Indra looks looking for something under his bed, he already looks fresh because he has taken a shower.
"We're looking for this mas?" Dhira showed me a black box, aka tissue magic that he found this morning.
Indra widened his eyes, "You found him?"
"What are you keeping that stuff for" Dhira stared intently at Indra.
"I .I" he became a dagger.
"Jawab" this time Dhira raised his voice octave.
"Yes for us" Indra replied spontaneously.
"For us?, I even forgot when you last touched me mas!" this time he shed tears.
The dam broke, making her tears stream.
"We're ngaku now!!! what did you buy that for!!!" Dhira had already reached the point of his patience that night.
Dhira hits her husband's body, vaping emotions. Indra immediately hugged his wife's emotionally charged body, hoping to calm his wife.
Considering this was almost morning, it was not good for the neighbors to hear their commotion. Indra was very careless, how could the item he did not store well.
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