The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 225. A Friend's Hug
Chapters 225. A Friend's Hug
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" A friend who is more intimate than a brother, is much more reassuring. Because in this day and age, many brothers are even like other people, just because of the issue of property. Truly a trade that never loses!"
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Sukoco
The clang of the bell from outside the fence made him excited when opening the door of Shinta's house. Stunned to see a man who kept pressing the outer bell which also kept ringing, from the gap of the wooden-accented fence.
" Loh Pak Danan has not left yet, the car is here but the person is not there!" he even monologued while heading to the gate when he saw the shiny black sedan was still parked in front.
A young man wearing a helmet bearing the name of one of the expedition companies was standing with a box.
Strong guesses, obviously it's a courier.
With all her might, the middle-aged woman shifted the gate with the wooden accent of the board.
" The Shinta Tribuana House?" said the man.
" right!"
" Sign here!"
After the courier passed, Suko saw the description on Airwaybill printed on the package.
" From Ali Ruchi!" Suko read the name of the sender while thinking. Feeling that it might be important, he ran to Shinta's room without thinking.
He knocked on Shinta's room door incessantly.
" Mom!"
" Mum Shinta has a package!"
But his feeling was suddenly unpleasant. For why there is no lawfulness from within." Don't-don't!" he is now afraid that his boss is in Shinta's room.
" Is Mr. Danan inside?"
" God, why am I so stupid!"
Instantly Suko's body creeps.
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Danan snorted in front of the bowed Suko. The man wanted to set ART that interrupted his asoy geboy activity earlier.
" You are really!" grunted annoyed.
Yes, although actually mbak Suko is not wrong very much.
" From whom?" he said flatly while staring at the package box.
" This is Sir!" the woman handed a package to Danan.
The man took the square box with his eyebrows raised next to it. " Ali Ruchi?" inner talking.
" Save it, and give it to you later. I'm going with Shinta!"
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Silence dominated the atmosphere inside the car. No one is interested in speaking up.
Danan is busy with the contents of the package from Shinta's late husband's father. While Shinta, more to shame because of Danan's treatment.
" What do you think it is?"
A moment later Danan glanced at Shinta's neckline which looked tempting. Wanting to feel he dyed and sipped the clean skin, the neck that was visible because the woman was twisting her hair high. Makes Danan's brain wander with his mischievous.
Shinta chose to wear jeans and a thin sweater of gray color. Making it look younger, he also just smeared cherry-flavored liptin which made it look fresh.
While the one in the face is just a relaxed silence, without suspicion let alone fear. He was busy looking at the row of buildings that seemed to walk.
" Ahem!" Danan cleared his throat, unable to bear being swallowed by silence.
" Yin!"
" Why mas?" shinta said looking at it.
" What are you doing in diem?" said Danan was still focused on his round steering wheel.
" It's also diem!" don't wanna lose.
Oh ****!!!
That's my bad!
Danan sighed. He was too busy guessing what was sent by Mr. Ali earlier, so he silenced Shinta.
" You are beautiful like this!" said Danan smiling. Making the woman beside him shy.
" Thank you for not running away from me!" Danan grabs Shinta's right hand, then kisses her many times as if it's not dull and there's not enough.
" Gombal!" Shinta threw her face again towards the window. Which woman is not groggy if you get such praise and treatment. Oh my God!
" Yin!" the car stopped suddenly.
"Sorry!" said sendu.
After saying sorry, Danan who could not stand the moist lips and teasing Shinta directly pulled the handbreak lever, then kissed Shinta's lips, which seems like the current taste of Cherry.
The man pulled Shinta's head in one fell swoop. The lips of the two now stick together perfectly. They kissed under the rising morning rays. And accompanied by the sound of car traffic on the road.
"I like it" her inner voice spoke.
The man melu*mat and sip the lips that had seduced him earlier. He also pressed the neck of Shinta's level which had made him nervous.
Shinta is always surprised by Danan's actions without mitigation.
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Dhira
This Monday morning he was busier than usual. As usual, after Nanang set off to take Raka and Abhimanyu had also left, he now walked around the house barefoot.
Her pregnancy which stepped on the third trimester made her have to train a little movement.
But not in the pain. The roar of a strange car suddenly sounded. The second also saw Sugeng open the door with a respectful nod.
" Who's coming?" his mummy while walking towards the direction of the car.
He narrowed his eyes to see the man in the car, and when he found out who was coming.
" Dear!" he said with a bright smile.
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" So you're this close to Danan?" Dhira is currently chatting coolly with Shinta in the living room.
Shinta bit her lower lip "I'm still confused by myself Dhir. Everything that happened felt like it was sudden!"
Dhira looked at his best friend pity but also happy. Because of all the bad things that happened to him, happy because he feels that his best friend is currently with the right person.
" You used to tell me, life must go on!"
Shinta stared at the black sofa with a modern design. His mind floated to Rangga's face and Danan's face alternately.
" Yin!" Dhira rubbed his best friend's back "Maybe I don't know what it's like to be you. I was once a widow with my own fate, so have you!" Dhira looked at Shinta who was still stunned.
" I just..." Shinta hesitated, not even a year after her husband's departure. Is this not in a hurry?
" I'm even confused now Dhir. Honestly, I like all the reckless man's treatment!" Shinta smiled to remember Danan's treatment of her.
Dhira also shared a smile "Don't forget, he is my husband's best friend. I'm sure, if Sekar was here he would have us describe the same thing" he said with a small chuckle.
A moment later they both laughed.
A few seconds later they both fell silent again, Dhira did not know what it was like to lose someone who is loved forever.
" That man came even when Rangga was still there Dhir, am I not really a woman?" shinta smiled wryly.
" Y!" Dhira grabbed his best friend's hand.
" Stop talking like that, nothing's wrong Shin!"
" You see me, what was I like?" They both stared at each other.
" Both me and you have a life battle each. Stop blaming yourself or others, try changing your mindset by believing that all of this is a powerful way to make us happier!"
" I got happiness like now, also did not come so just right? I've also never done anything bad before, have I?"
Shinta pondered over every speech of Dhira that seemed to contain some degree of truth.
" You know, Indra was even with the right people. Nothing in this world happened, without Shin's permission!"
Shinta's eyes heat up, she really feels lucky to have a friend like Dhira. A friend who wants to hear his complaints and complaints.
" Thank you Dhir?" Shinta hugged Dhira with her body leaning slightly, because the stomach of her best friend was getting bigger.
" Stop to confuse the less necessary speech of others. Happy is what we create!" Dhira held back the pace of her tears while rubbing Shinta's back loving friendship.
They both cried in positions of mutual hugging. Forgetting all burdens. Sharing sadness.
After the haru's taste buds were channeled, they both condoned the hugging event that was full of relief by shrinking the remaining tears in the corner of his net.
" Wish I could be like you, Dhir?" said Shinta gently rubbed Dhira's big belly.
" Surely, but...." Dhira narrowed her eyes.
" But what?" Shinta knitted her two eyebrows.
"But marriage was with me!" sahut a man.
The two of them were aghast as they saw Danan standing smiling with Abhimanyu with a cool pretentious face.
" Gosh Shin, since when were they there?" whispered Dhira with a face still in disbelief.
" Have they heard all our talk?" with a clumsy face Shinta replied without looking at Dhira.
The two women were confused tend to be astonished, when he saw two men who had been saying goodbye to meeting, but now even nongol with his cool pretentious.
Hamsyonggg!
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