The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 68. I Love You
Chapter 68.I Love You
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"I don't think I'll be able to realize. The sincerity of perfect love, behind all these flaws. But with you, I know love can cure, all this emptiness of my heart. Now I believe, now I believe!
(Taken from the lyrics of the song D' Cinamons~ I'm sure love)
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Mr. Joko heard a crowded voice in his living room, he who just finished praying isya then headed to the living room. He immediately became angry when he saw Indra standing in his house.
"Would you come here brat?"
Mr. Joko went straight up the apitam, as soon as he saw Indra's face. " You dare to come here!" mr. Joko pointed Indra's face with anger, now Indra felt for himself the fruit of his stupidity in the past.
Hated by his father.
"Dad?" Indra was hugging the legs of his father who was angry, as sincere as Indra's heart wanted to improve him, and the first thing to do was, apologize to his parents.
Raka also looks scared to see her sister's emotion." Indra came to apologize well" Mr. Joko shook his legs as if he did not want to be touched by Indra. , he knew his eldest son was crying.
"Well, I'm sorry Indra. Look Raka!" Ms. Novi cried to see her husband and son in such a state, "Indra has got her karma Well!" Ms. Novi tried to melt her husband's heart.
"I'm ashamed to have a child like you!"
"Still dare you come here, huh?" Mr. Joko spoke excitedly, his eyes perfectly rounded. Definition of real life.
The fault of Indra is fatal.
"Kung, sorry papa!" finally Raka spoke up, whether because of what encouragement the boy was now defending his father.
"Sorry papa Raka kung!" raka's face is sad
, tends to be grim. He spoke a second time and said hello to his brother.
Indra was still sobbing under his father's feet, the atmosphere suddenly silent. Pak Joko then grabbed Raka's body into his arms. The old man cried, he could still remember clearly when his son without a thread was in one room with another woman.
His memory also returned when his son-in-law cried, that second also Pak Joko seemed to be a failed parent.
He felt ashamed of Dhira, so he decided to Dhira. He gives a wide container if Dhira wants to part with his son who is a bastard.
"Oh my God, what are my sins in the past!" Mr. Joko is seen rubbing Raka's shoulder.
"Till my grandchildren have to be like this!" mr. Joko's speech made everything there sob.
Mr. Joko and Ms. Novi never knew the face of Dhira's mother. Besides being married without the blessing of Bu Kartika, Dhira was completely cut off from communication with his mother. Yes, which mother does not hurt to see her child prefer another man than the person who gave birth to her into this world.
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Thirty minutes later, it was more conducive. The three of them were seen chatting in the living room. While Raka and Dea were engrossed in talking. Raka is happy with the little boy, while the super-fussy Dea always wants to show off her toys to new people she meets.
"Kas, I don't know if I have a very handsome mas like Boboiboy" said Dea still amazed with Raka who thinks handsome.
" This is what you know now!" Raka smiled.
"Yes, but every Pakde calls Dea, and there's nothing!"
"Mas again school!" Raka just keeps on doing Dea's babble.
While the three adults are seen chatting seriously," I don't think Raka has been acting normally with you, even though your behavior must have embarrassed her at school!" Joko looked at Indra.
"Maafin Indra Yah, Bun" Indra looked at her parents in turn.
"Indra has paid the price!" Indra smiled bitterly remembering the karma in the near future that he got.
"Everyone's been wrong, you should now be able to change. Remember the age, remember the child!" this time Ms. Novi wanted to speak from heart to heart.
For a moment of silence, Indra bit his own lips. He felt like he had lost the city. The good things he has received must be replaced with doom because of his own actions.
"Raka's mom how are you?" Joko asked Dhira.
"He's good Well, oh yes.he nitip this to the same father Mother" Indra to forget the two boxes of Dhira's pocket, fortunately the food is a type of food that is durable. The words of Mr. Joko just made him remember the souvenirs from his ex-wife.
Indra picked up the two boxes of cake, which were near the living room sofa. Busy with excitement to forget the important objects placed by Dhira.
"Look at ndra, even when he's not a father's son-in-law, he still remembers dad's favorite food!" Joko sir sighed. He really lost his dream daughter-in-law.
A beam of regret infiltrated Indra's heart. Moreover, Dhira is now much more beautiful than still being his wife first. For some reason, something that is not ours always looks brighter.
"Here, Mother's beer is open!" Ms. Novi brought the two boxes of cake back.
"He's gone again with the same condition, if Adi hasn't come home from work!" said Mr. Joko, Indra has lost a lot of time apparently. Looking at his great nephew, he realized that he was wasting too much time on sin.
He who saw a Tiwi, the wife of a faithful soldier waiting for her husband's return was ashamed of himself. He also remembered Dhira who never complained, Dhira who rarely he pleased his life. He smiled bitterly, thankfully God had punished him. If not, I don't know how much time has to be lost again because of the stupid act .
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"Let's eat first!" Abhimanyu enthusiastically arrange the food he ordered, the clock has shown at 20:07 he feels Dhira is his tonight.
Dhira smiles at Abhimanyu who looks unfriendly to Devan, but is now transformed into a crunchy person.
The man was like a flame of fireworks, always appearing energetic in front of Dhira. " She, take me home after this. My phone was left in the shophouse. Raka must have reached his sister's house"
Abhimanyu stared at Dhira gently, as if unwilling to let the woman go" When will Raka come home?" abhimanyu said as he put food in his mouth. He was very hungry, his energy was depleted because it was used to hit Dhira's body.
"Tomorrow afternoon, after all, Shinta must come early tomorrow"
"Well eat first, after this we go home!"
At midnight they were actually heading to the shophouse, Abhimanyu did not want to force Dhira. What matters is what Abhimanyu wants to say, has been conveyed and he is satisfied to hear Dhira's answer.
"Dhir!" abhimanyu said shortly after he pulled the handbreak lever of his car.
"Yes!" Dhira turned towards Abhimanyu.
With a quick movement Abhimanyu pulled Dhira, he melu*mat lips Dhira who seemed never satisfied for he sip. Dhira received the kiss. Abhimanyu always managed to make her feel loved every time.
"Udah mas, this is outside!" dhira lirih.
"Sorry, I don't want to split up with you, Dhir?" Abhimanyu gently rubbed Dhira's cheeks.
They got out of the car, then headed for Ruko. When entering again Abhimanyu saw a pile of furniture that had not been washed. He became sorry for Dhira, he must have thought that all this time Dhira must have been exhausted from taking care of everything himself.
Promising in the heart will make the woman's life better in her way.
He drove Dhira inside, so that all the shophouse lights were on, there was a sense of heartlessness to let the woman have to be alone in the shophouse. " I'm with you, so I can't bear Dhir!"
Dhira glared, "No, I don't even sleep if I want to sleep here?" said Dhira while turning on the switch headlamps of his vehicle, which was pitch dark because the owner left. Died for being kidnapped more precisely.
Abhimanyu chuckled amusedly, apparently the woman was now good at guessing the contents of his heart and brain. "Mas can go home now!" dhira said because he felt all the lights were on.
"You're upset with me?" Abhimanyu approached Dhira.
"That's a really big night, mas tomorrow go home to meet Oma. Poor thing!"
"Dhir!" Abhimanyu cupped Dhira's face, he immediately grabbed the lips back. It feels like Abhimanyu really does not want to go home empty-handed.
He squeezed Dhira's buttocks which always seemed intact in a green dress, which was fit in the crazy body of the woman. He rubbed Dhira's hair gently. A long, hot kiss.
"Udah mas!" Dhira said with a tired face, but really enjoyed.
"Tomorrow I'll find someone to help you, I don't want you to be too tired!" whispered Abhimanyu after their kissing activities.
Although the sea cucumber Abhimanyu down there has been turbulent since then, but he did not want to force Dhira. A true man is one who does with liking.
"No need, I can do it myself. I usually work early in the morning!" Dhira thought if Abhimanyu was uncomfortable to see a lot of furniture that was bent, because it had not been cleaned. It was supposed to have another employee.
"No, I don't want you to be tired. I'll pay him. This is an order, no rejection!" Dhira finally lost, he saw the eyes of a man who was so eager to protect himself, the eyes of a man who wanted to give the best for him, very different from Indra who makes himself must be enough just with the salary that is always shared with his mistress.
"Dhir!"
"Hem?"
"I love you so much!"
The atmosphere was silent again, at midnight the two human children looked at each other. Abhimanyu has now found his reason for living normally again. She wants to immediately make Dhira as the mistress of Aryasatya.
Abhimanyu again scooped up Dhira's lips at a glance, then he hugged the body. Kiss Dhira's hair lovingly, "Tomorrow I ask Devan to find a new employee!"whispered Abhimanyu in between their cuddling activities.
"Mas!" Dhira took off her embrace.
"I'll find out for myself, don't bother Devan!" he feels sorry for Devan, but that's why Devan is on the salary . I obey all Abhimanyu requests.
"All right, but let me pay that guy. There is no rejection either!"
Dhira late nodded, honestly he was already sleepy once that night.
"I'm home!" Abhimanyu kissed the lips and then the forehead of Dhira. As if the shelves are willing to part.
"Lock the door from the inside, go straight in!" abhimanyu. He looked at the back of the man who quickly disappeared from his sight.
He does not know what tomorrow will be like, just hope God still wants to open the way for him. Malang or lucky, he did not know. But clearly, he was happy with all of Abhimanyu's warm treatment.
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