The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 215. The chandrakanta?
Chapters 215. The chandrakanta?
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" From more circumstances, we can learn to be in less state. And vice versa. Makes us able to be introspective, and wiser in taking a stand"
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Excessive feelings of affection, often defeat existing logic. Especially for a man in the class of Abhimanyu, a man enslaved by love for his wife, which is more valuable than all the shares he has.
" Oh yeah, don't stick around. I can't if you keep me for long!" They are still in the car . Abhimanyu recalled the time Dhira was crested (angry), after he yelled at Ms. Nisa while they were still in the hospital.
" His duku got it?" after releasing a kiss, on the sidelines of his anger, Mama Raka was reminded of something that made her spit flushed.
Abhimanyu chuckled, the can-can that is remembered by Dhira is a local fruit that has yellow skin.
" Safe boss, no!" Abhimanyu pointed to a tray of fruit like a baso that is now perched neatly in the back seat.
Dhira's forehead wrinkled, "A lot, who wants to finish?" Dhira thought that her husband would fulfill his cravings with just a kilo or two of Duku.
But apparently. Beyond expectations and imagination.
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From the affairs of pregnancy that went as expected, sulking because Abhimanyu who berated people who Dhira did not know his identity, to the question of duku a lot. The two of them finally decided to visit Bu Kartika that morning. This time without a plan.
" I'll stop by the minimarket in front of it!" because without a plan, Dhira just remembered something.
Mum and her neighbors.
"For what?" Abhimanyu is the owner of Manufacturing company, which produces and sells almost all products lined up on the shelves of each minimarket. Starting from cooking oil, to Snack most micin.
" I want to buy something for Ibuk. It's not good there just bring empty hands, later let it be divided into the same Tami cing!"
Dhira is good at making cakes, but going to the parents' house without planning is definitely not a good idea if you have to wait to make a cake.
" God, baby, I asked Devan aja ya bua...." Abhimanyu instantly silenced his mouth as his wife's eyes glared as she clenched her teeth towards him.
Indicates that Dhira has rejected the irrelevant idea of Abhimanyu.
" All right!" he concluded immediately before his wife returned sulking.
He can give as much as Dhira asks, such as when Danan ordered something to be sent to Shinta's house.
Abhimanyu momentarily chuckled amusedly in order to remember Danan's behavior. His wife did not even know if he was involved in the affair. Truly Trio konglo the king of slippage.
" We buy into them, they can also profit, there are employees who work there. If all you have is Mr. Devan again, Mr. Devan again, continue mas ...." Dhira looks at her husband while he thaws.
Abhimanyu just stared with a face of no understanding.
" Is my husband changing Mr. Devan any good. Can it be anything and sat sets of sat sets if you do something?" seloroh Dhira using hand language.
" Huh???" Abhimanyu immediately scrunched his forehead.
" Aren't I sat set?" of course the man won't lose. Gotta be on top of Devan, no matter what.
" I was even able to make your stomach so loh dear. Less nimble how I try!" sahut Abhimanyu with pride, who immediately shuddered in horror because he imagined that his wife's speech was real.
" CK, it goes on!!!"
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Their unfaithful chat apparently can hunt time well, now they arrive at a minimarket that is lined up lengthwise with several shophouses.
" Wait a minute!" abhimanyu said after pulling his handbreak lever, the man quickly opened the car door and walked around his car with half a run. He opened the door for his queen.
" Be careful!" Abhimanyu grabbed the hand of Dhira who was trying to get down. Slipping just a little, it is precisely mala that can be.
Dhira circled his gaze to the area, "This is like a new mas, I used to pass through here have not seen this yet!" he said as he stood next to Abhimanyu who closed the car door.
The area was the area near where he lived, when he was still Indra. Dhira saw the minimarket next to the clothing store, next to the furniture store, then there is authentic fast food, as well as a modern tavern, all bearing the same name.
...'Chandrakanta Mart's'...
...'Chandrakanta food and beverage'...
...'Candrakanta Furniture'...
Dhira was stunned. All the names of the place, why could it be a coincidence with the name embedded behind the name of his Son.
" Why?" Abhimanyu looked at Dhira like he was thinking of something.
" Nothing, yeah!"
Dhira wants to buy some common carry-on luggage to visit. He and his family come from the lower middle class, do not want to overdo it or mumpung aji when he now has a husband who is torn twisted.
For Dhira, as rich as we are if our lifestyle is indeed simple, yes we will remain simple.
" What do you want to buy?" The handsome man who wanted OTW to be the father, embracing the waist of his wife who had just opened the glass door minimarket.
He wanted to show the world that the beautiful makatta was his. Alias show-off .
They were both welcomed by the cool air of AC, as soon as they entered the place. The place was spacious as it turned out, perhaps even rivaling the city's famous supermarket.
" Good morning, welcome to Chandrakanta Mart!" Say a woman who smiles kindly. The woman stood beside the cashier.
" Mrs Dhira!" said the woman to him.
Dhira looked at the woman then smiled, "Loh is she..."
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Orchids
His daily life in recent months is so complex with the task of Indra to monitor all his efforts.
Yes, now Indra's business, which he named after his son's last name, increasingly shows rapid improvement and progress.
Chandrakanta itself means a penchant for always being able to get honor. In this case, Indra hopes he can get his honor back as a man for his own efforts. And the prayer, tucked in the last name of his son with Dhira.
Anggi sees a luxury car that turns into their shophouse, as he is busy separating dime in a special machine.
''Good morning, welcome to Chandrakanta Mart" it is a mandatory greeting, which is worth mentioning to every customer who comes. Mandators.
But he was flabbergasted when he saw the beautiful and friendly woman who became his idol, a few months ago. " Mrs Dhira!" Anggi greeted with a sumringah face.
The woman who had helped Indra, felt very lucky to meet Dhira. The friendly woman who sumrambah.
" Mrs Dhira how are you? I don't remember for sure!" Anggi smiled when he saw the face of Dhira who was still trying to remember who the woman who greeted him was.
" I'm Anggi Bu, it was Bu Dhira's wedding so waiters in the same hotel Mother's house!" Anggi touching the yellow arm of Dhira.
" The one who's been eating in Ms. Dhira's room!" heed it with passion
" You how are you?"
" I'm good Mom!" anggi sungkan.
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Abhimanyu was still listening to the chatter of the two women. Not interested in disturbing. A moment later it was seen that the door was swinging back, confirming that there were other customers coming.
" Good morning, welcome to Chandrakanta Mart!" anggi said back still in front of Abhimanyu and Dhira.
Makes Dhira smile. Anggi is really employee friendly.
Not wanting to let his curiosity beranak, Dhira now asked Anggi about the place he just saw it.
" It's new yes mbak, I used to go through here not yet!"
" And all the same place names?" with a smile, Dhira imagined Raka. How could the name of his son now be in four shophouses with each stand that contents vary.
" Yes ma'am, I haven't been here long!"
" At first it was just this minimarket, then penetrated into the other three shophouses!" Anggi could really calm down while talking to Dhira.
" So who has one?" abhimanyu spoke up. Apparently, he was curious too.
" Right sir, the name of this business is taken from the name of his son. That's so!" said Anggi still staring in admiration Dhira.
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Dhira was suddenly shocked inwardly, "So this place?, ah no. Maybe the name is the same!" in his heart, Dhira suggested to give permacluman.
There is no way in this world that Chandrakanta has only his son.
Abhimanyu nodded, "Yes already, we shop first huh. Nice to meet you Anggi!!" the handsome man also looked friendly. He could see that Anggi was a good woman. Women the age of Wisang's wife look so cute.
Anggi nodded respectfully, as soon as they walked over to look for the item that Dhira needed.
" How do you know him!" now Abhimanyu took a shopping trolley, lali pushed him and walked along with his wife.
" In being a waiter fitting in our ijab show when is the day!" said Dhira while walking to see various products lined up neatly there.
" He's great loh mas. No parents, but any work wants him. Not just holding hands!"
For a moment Dhira also remembered with Sekar.
" do you know him very well?"
" No, just that she fit me again make up in the room is no food tuh. Well, it just so happens that the minceu that takes care of me will need his rock, keep the stories that way. Yes, we're a rempong team, so yes, just talk if his friend is suitable!" Said Dhira while pointing to a cardboard of cooking oil.
" This is it.." Abhimanyu's words evaporated as Dhira rounded his eyes. Making Abhimanyu just sigh. He could even deliver one container of oil if Dhira agreed at that time.
" Come on, I don't know?" abhimanyu said after putting Dhira's request to their trolley. With a grunt for sure.
" No, let's talk!" he pointed to the sugar sand.
" Dear wait a minute. It's all heavy. Don't fit dong!" Abhimanyu put on a grim face. Makes Dhira laugh.
" Yes, I have a trolley, I think I can!" Dhira deliberately pranks her husband.
" Mum, here!" Abhimanyu called a male employee who was busy arranging some pads onto the shelf.
" Somehow, this is what you want to bring, baby.we buy things that...."
" Ssttt, um..!" Dhira put his index finger to Abhimanyu's lips.
" The environment is all simple people. Let's use the usual way to them. Make me thank you later!"
Abhimanyu really did not understand what kind of bureaucracy his wife wanted to play. Too complicated.
" Gold, I need sugar, cooking oil, tea, coffee, sausage ready to eat, keep the same plastic bag as well!"
Abhimanyu did not understand his wife. If this is the way, it is the same as buying products made by his own factory.
" Dear this is...." Abhimanyu's words evaporated free.
" I want to go shopping, if everyone loves me, what do I do?" Dhira answered while leaving behind her husband who was defeated in a landslide.
Dhira is tired, he just wants to implement his simple way. That'sthat's all.
Gives that heart, doesn't it?
" Okay, Miss Abhimanyu, you're the winner!" Abhimanyu chuckled as he looked at his wife who was now walking towards the front, with a face grumbling with annoyance.
However, when they are walking. There was a sudden commotion.
" Maling!!!"
" Woy, stop!!!"
" Wooyyy!!!"
There was the sound of another male employee who was in the east row, between rows of milk and baby diapers, shouting at the woman who had just entered the minimarket a moment ago, when Dhira and Abhimanyu with Anggi are still involved in one chat.
Abhimanyu and Dhira immediately turned to the source of the voice. He saw the woman leaning on a milk and diaper, running towards the exit and being chased by the young man's employee.
The woman looked down, with dangling hair covering her face.
" Stop mbak, woy!!!"
Anggi who heard the commotion, immediately ran with three other employees. At the same time, the woman who stole milk and diapers hit a man who was walking casually because he was busy with his cellphone who was about to enter the minimarket.
Braaakkk
The man's phone fell, and the woman who was stalking the milk and diaper fell onto the minimarket's slippery floor.
The diapers and milk she was about to stalk were scattered on the floor.
The stalker woman's eyes rounded to see who the man she hit was. At the same time, Abhimanyu, Dhira, Anggi and several other employees arrived there.
Dhira was also surprised when he saw the man he knew, was falling in front of the minimarket entrance. So too with Abhimanyu.
Anggi went straight to the man's place, with a feeling and a face full of worry. Abhimanyu and Dhira stared at each other.
" Dude!!!" anggi said to the man.
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Hy reader, I miss you guys. Sorry mommy is new because of her busyness.
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