The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 217. The opportunity is always there
Chapters 217. The opportunity is always there
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Thought
'I never deserve to be happy
Since you left in my ignorance
Now you're back
Bringing happiness parcels
Which I remember you stole from me once
You offer it again for me
Don't you leave my life anymore
It won't be easy for me alone
Let us have a sense of happiness
Want to always be together
In space and time
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Weasel
Not only did you give me back my dreams
Your presence now makes me believe again
Even more beautiful than my dreams
Only love can conquer revenge
Only genuine affection is capable of touching
Only love can reconcile hate
Only genuine affection is capable of penetrating space and time
(Titi DJ feat. Agnes Monica ~ Just Love)
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Who sows the wind, will reap the storm.
(whoever does, then must dare to accept the consequences).
Now, Indra is relieved. He who used to be afraid to be honest with Anggi about his corruption, now like an oasis in the desert. Give relief.
" Sure, I'll try!" Indra did not think Anggi would accept it. He promised to fulfill the request of the woman who now lives in his heart.
" Thank you for that..."
" I believe everyone deserves the same opportunity to improve. You..me...same - same has. flaws!"
" I'm also not a good woman before" Anggi smiled wryly to remember her who had worked at the club, and sometimes she let her body in her grasp!"
" Nh..." Indra stared at Anggi's sad face from a position that was not far away.
" But I've never prostituted myself!" Anggi stared at Indra's bead.
Indra gulped.
Anggi is like that.
They now both gulped, in awe of each other.
Indra tilted her face as she approached and lowered her head towards Anggi. The man cupped Anggi's face in a slow motion.
Anggi who knew Indra would kiss her instantly closed her eyes. Their lips are now stuck. Unite in a sense of wanting to have and be owned.
Indra melu*mat Anggi's lips slowly, this time containing a grain of love that bursts in his chest. He who has fallen in love with Anggi with sincerity and a different taste.
Anggi's idle hand now he clung to Indra's neck. Indra is very grateful, because despite his past that was very bad, now he can still feel the goodness of God who gave him a woman like Anggi.
A young woman who is capable of acting like an adult. Now, he just asked for the blessing of Raka to step up. For anyone, he always tried to involve his son in everything.
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" How do you feel, dear?" ask Abhimanyu who is focused on the wheel.
Dhira was seen sighing "I feel, this life is really nothing I can be amazed at!" Dhira smiled looking at her husband.
" I'm so glad that Raka's dad can change!" dhira's view is glaring.
" Now is this nyesel?" Abhimanyu seduces Dhira.
" sthat mean?" dhira's forehead wrinkled, not understanding her husband's intentions.
" Yes, you're..."
" No, I am happy with you. If not, maybe I won't be sitting next to you right now, right here!" Dhira smiles. That is the truth.
Abhimanyu chuckled "It looks like I should go back and thank Indra"
" No need !" Dhira smiles.
" Mas Indra already got a reward, and if now he got Anggi. It's better mas. Because the true heart can only be healed by the heart, of course with caution!"
Abhimanyu pulled Dhira's right hand, then kissed her. " I'm lucky to be living with you now baby!"
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" Make water please!" It can't even be far from the sink.
Elegance and patience are very much needed at this time.
" Here drink, watch out!" like guarding fragile young glassware, Wisang very treat Sekar with care.
Now Wisang bought a house that is no less large than Abhimanyu's. He ignored his wife's whining that prevented him from wasting money.
Stay here only mas
Dear money
I'm okay with going up and down
Sometimes Wisang was somber, did his wife doubt his ability?Wisang is rich, for his best friend he can do more. Especially for his wife.
" I'll get ART tomorrow, baby. I'm if work doesn't calm down if you're alone!" Wisang continued to press the nape of his wife who continued to vomit shortly after drinking water. Even his stomach was empty.
The result that came out was a yellow liquid that tasted bitter.
" Huft, mas don't wear any more perfume!" Sekar felt every smelling perfume or other fragrance, his stomach immediately churned.
" Yes - yes, I got rid of it. Now that you're resting, let me help you!" Wisang felt sorry for his wife.
" I'm sorry my dear, you have to suffer from gini because of me!" said Wisang hugged his wife who has now tendered her back to a large void pile on the mattress.
" Why apologize, this is part of a mother's struggle. Just look at it!" Sekar put her husband's muscular hand, on his belly that began to grow.
" Dear?" Wisang's eyes sparkled as he felt something writhing from within his wife's stomach.
" Happy, right?" Sekar chuckled to see Wisang's astonished face.
" What's it hurt?"
Sekar shook his head, "It still hurts..." Sekar remembers the first time his narrow gap was broken by Wisang.
" It doesn't hurt right now, does it?" Wisang is now sagging and kissing his wife's stomach. The stomach that contains the blood of his flesh. She rubbed her husband's black hair with a smile.
" Is it still nauseous?"
Sekar shook his head "If you don't wear perfume, I don't get nauseous. The perfume stinks!"
Wisang rounded his eyes, his perfume alone is an exclusive perfume that he bought at a price not cheap. But why his wife was nauseous because of it.
" Dear?" Wisang groped his wife's thigh.
" I'm sorry, I can't look inside!" Wisang could not bear to see the thighs of his wife who was as white as milk.
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The morning before, the morning air that has not been contaminated hypocrisy world so refreshing.
This morning Shinta jogged around the complex. He who is now quickly moving on from all his difficulties, began to be able to accept something difficult.
" Morning Mom!" greet Shinta to her neighbors who are sweeping the yard of her house.
" Eh Shinta, stop by first!"
" Thank you!"
Shinta is indeed a supple and independent woman. His relationship with Danan is good, but still gray.
His phone rang when he was playing a song while running. Make it stop.
Mas Danan Calling
The woman's forehead was wrinkled "Yes mas?"
" Hello, where are you?"
" Again the complex, why?"
" I know, try going back!"
Shinta swiftly followed the suggestion of Danan. He saw Danan sitting on the bike stopping while staring at Shinta, with his phone attached.
That guy
Inner Shinta in the heart. If you already know, why not say hello. Why interrupt the song he plays.
" Well, why call?"
" If I don't call you, you don't think you're stubborn, let alone mean it!"
Shinta snorted, "Why don't the tumbens work?"
" There are more important things than me working!" Danan smiled from ten meters away, with chatter created over the phone.
" What?"
" I want to invite you to meet my mom and my dad, they can't wait to see you!"
And for whatever in the world, Shinta. Why does the man always do anything without asking for approval let alone permission from him.
That guy
Shinta looked at Danan with a manyun face, while Danan looked chuckled.
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