The Third Match.
A Couple of Dating Lizards.
"Mama... Where are you going?" asked Lita when she saw Diah had appeared neat and then ran a little towards her. The boy really didn't want to be away from Diah.
"You go to Aunt Melati's party, baby," Diah rubbed Lita's head looking up at her.
"Couth" said.
"Come, copy the clothes first" Diah grabbed the child's hand.
"Yes!" Lita jubilantly walked prancing around swinging Diah's hand, towards her room.
"Who do you wear? honey..." She opens the closet.
"This is, good, Ma" Lita pointed to the Muslim dress material brukat combination tile, plus the motip of flowers on the chest.
"Oh, would you wear a hood, no?" Diah lifted the veil one package with a pink shirt.
"Wear it, let it be like Mama"
"This shirt who bought the baby." inquired Diah, want to know whether the one who bought this Muslim dress a woman named Arabella or not.
"This is what Papa bought, but I chose it, which is good." Calista said.
"Good indeed, Mom..." Diah wants to ask about where Lita's bladder is. But did not continue because there was a scream of the room door like someone was opening.
"Tidy already?" Turns out Marselo was in the room. Make both look. Diah looked at her batik-clad husband walking over to her looking cool.
"Soon" Lita who said, while Diah was putting Lita's channel clothes behind her.
"You are very beautiful" said Marsel, peeking at Diah's squatting cheek.
"Master" Diah was ashamed of Lita. Marsel pursed lips.
"Come on" Diah leads Lita as they set off among the drivers to the hotel where Melati is receiving.
"Lita sat in the middle" said Lita. They're already in the car. Seeing Marsel and Diah clinging. Lita then shifts her papa and mama.
"No" Marsel did not want to lose, but Diah who shifted to the edge of the glass.
"Emmm... Lita won" Lita stuck her tongue out at Marsel moving her hands on both sides of her ear looking cute.
Diah smiled looking at Lita's behavior.
"Oho" Marsel then embraces his daughter's body. Sunday the streets were not too jammed they reached the hotel. After congratulating Melati, Diah moved to congratulate Intan.
"Hi sister-in-law" Intan smiled looking at Diah.
"Sister-in-law?" Marsel appears to stop his steps do not understand what Intan means, because Marsel does not know if Abim Diah's ex-husband.
"Papa ayo" Lita pulled Marsel's hand after Diah who had approached the guarantee.
"Congratulations Tan" Diah hugged Intan and then greeted Rony. Marsel and Lita.
They did not have time to get stale because behind the guests were already queuing up. After the photo with them came down.
"Mama... Lita wants icream" whined Lita pulled Diah's hand.
"Okay..." Diah invites Lita in line of ice cream, after leaving Marsel, because Marsel intends to meet papa Wahid.
"Good day Om" Marsel shook hands.
"Good day.. You know, how are you alone? Where to?" mr. Wahid circulated the view, not looking at Diah.
"Introducing Lita to take food first, Om" he replied.
"Oh yes Sel, introduce, this is my best friend Johan, and this is his wife" papa Wahid introduced Mr. Johan.
"Marcello, Om" Marsel nodded.
"This is Diah's husband, Han, Ceo pt food" papa patted Marsel's shoulder.
"Oh, Diah's husband, Abhimanyu's ex?" ask Mr. Johan.
Deg.
Marselo gasped at Johan's question. Ex-abim? it turns out that Diah was Abim's ex-wife, but why, did Diah never tell me? inner Marsel.
"Betul Han" They talked.
"Papa, want some ice cream?" Lita showed ice in her hand, approached Marsel and ate it while sitting on Marsel's lap.
"Be careful eating her dear..lt get Papa's shirt" said Diah then sat next to Marsel after shrinking Lita's mouth with tissue.
"Yes Ma" replied Lita while kamit licking icream, children's cash.
"But you haven't been home long, son, Diah" said papa Wahid.
"Oo, Papi's here, Pa?" ask Diah.
"Already, but not for long" papa who once did not like Diah while still being his queen is now no longer.
Marsel looked at Diah's face slowly. How outrageous of you Diah, the heart to lie to me, that's it, calling your former in-laws still by the name of papa, calling Abim even brother! while calling me, Master.
Marsel's heart rumbled, war on his own mind. Imagine Abim's handsome face. Surely Diah is excited to come to this party because there is still love with him.
"Eat first Diah, her husband was invited" said Mr. Wahid.
"Well, Pa" Diah invites Lita to eat with Marsel.
After tasting a little food, Marsel took his wife's son home.
If usually Marsel scrambling to be close to Diah. This time Marsel chose to sit next to the driver. Somehow he felt upset since he found out that Diah was Abim's ex-wife.
"Hoamm... sleepy Ma" Lita's eyes apparently already five what.
"Bobok here" Diah patted his lap. Lita also broke her body just five minutes already asleep.
In the silent car, Diah looked at Marsel from behind asking inwardly. It's not usual that Marsel is silent.
"It was up to Mbak Diah" the driver opened the door for her, making Diah aware of the daydream.
"Yes Mang" Diah shifted his butt slowly, so that Lita did not wake up.
"Let me." Marsel carried his son from Diah's lap. The handsome man, who had a black sideburn around his chin, made Diah's heart shake, after Alfred. But unfortunately the two have not been open to each other about each other's person.
They arrive in front of Lita's room, Marsel goes inside after being opened by Diah, breaking her daughter's body slowly.
Marsel came out of the room, Diah followed, then closed the door slowly.
The two remained silent until they reached their room. After copying Marcel's clothes lay down his body on the bed
Meanwhile, Diah, after coming from the bathroom, caught the figure of her husband sleeping, facing the wall.
Diah was about to leave her husband intent on learning to cook, Marsel's favorite food with her aunt.
"Diah" called Marsel without opening his eyes. The one who used to call Diah honey, now his profile changed.
Behind the body. "What's up, sir?" Diah stood beside the bed.
"Stop calling me, as Master! understand!" snapped Marsel. It made Diah scared himself. If with Alfred first one word is answered with hundreds of words by Diah, but with Marsel, want to answer a single thought word.
"Sleep!' marcel's orders.
"Y-yeah" Diah then said to lay his body beside Marsel.
"There's what Tu, Bang, Mas, Kak" Diah complains of the call while supinely staring at the slingshot that was crawling but not on the wall like in the song. Rather, it was dating on the ceiling of the internits.
"Why aren't you being honest with me?" Marsel remains closed.
"Not honest? not honest what's the matter?" ask Diah not understand. The two spoke in their original positions no one intended to stare.
"You're Abhimanyu's ex-wife, right?!" ketus Marsel stared at Diah horror.
"Yes, why then?" Diah answered him casually.
"Oh, quick! very excited you want to come to the invitation, usually if I take you away you always refuse, it turns out you want to meet 'former!" Marsel presses the word ex.
"Astagfirlullah.yeah obviously I am excited, because Melati was besan me, neighbors of the village, still relatives, anyway!" Diah.
"Don't say much! answer my question, why don't you ever tell me about your time!" Marsel's getting angry.
"Stop! just keep on wronging me? isn't it before we get married, I want to explain?! but sir, always cut it!" Diah pulled out a neck vein.
"Selfo sir!" ketus Diah then left Marsel.
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