Validly!

Sah~~Eight

At eight o'clock in the evening, Dinda finished packing her clothes in a small suitcase. His determination was unanimous, Dinda would stay at her Father's Mother's house for a while. He was not at home with Sharif, added the incident this morning.

If from the beginning do not like yes, do not want to be betrothed, grumbled Dinda in heart.

Her tears were dry, crying again. Perih in the eyes and dizziness effect.

Dinda will leave tomorrow morning, tonight she will talk about the deal she will make for Sharif. Let it be a little selfish, as long as it does not harm others.

Dinda immediately put her suitcase in the corner of the room, next to her shoe rack and Sharif. Leave the room to grab snacks and water, midnight supplies if hungry.

Shortly thereafter, Dinda was in the kitchen. The roar of Syarif's car entered the yard of the house.

Dinda Abai, let her not welcome the return of her husband. After all, he could carry his own bag up to the room.

Dinda deliberately linger in the kitchen, tonight she is getting lazy to meet Sharif. Let him be said to be a wicked wife.

One bottle of water, one jar of tempe chips, two-seed chocolate-filled bread, plus two-packs of potatoes were already in Dinda's hands.

Now is the time to prepare the heart to meet her husband, hopefully already asleep. Please Dinda is a little anxious.

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"Who's suitcase is that?!" Sharif shouted as Dinda had just closed the door from the inside.

Dinda squeaked in shock, her heart racing. Surprised by Sharif's thunderous cry.

Dinda strengthened her heart and turned to face Sharif, trying to challenge him. "My mountain" answered Dinda briefly.

Sharif's jaw hardened, his breath blowing irregularly, even his hands clenched holding back the emotions in his chest.

Not caring for the angry Sharif, Dinda passed Sharif who stood in front of the bed to put the Snack he brought on the nightstand, it was sore.

"What do you mean by all that, huh?!" Sharif knew the small suitcase contained Dinda's clothes. Where his wife goes.

Oh, don't let Dinda ask her to separate. No, Sharif won't let that happen.

"I want to go home with my mom." Dinda replied looking relaxed, even though in her heart was really tight-fisted. Sharif has never even snapped at him.

"I won't let you go anywhere!" Press Sharif, the look on his face and the look in his eyes is still fierce.

"But I want to. What matter where I'm going?" Challenge Dinda.

Sharif advanced toward Dinda, his emotions getting out of control. "I'm your husband Dinda. I deserve you!"

Dinda is increasingly challenging, "a husband who ignores his pregnant wife. And along the way of other women, what kind of husband is a bang?" Cynic tone of speech Dinda. Durhakalah you Dinda against your husband.

Syarif's body stiffly heard Dinda's words. God, her Dinda knows.

Without warning Syarif immediately embraced Dinda who responded to Dinda's shock.

Dinda's body was stiff, not expecting Sharif's response which even hugged him tightly.

"Sorry Brother, Dek. Brother is wrong." A bit of Sharif said.

Dinda quiet. Eyes warming.

"Sorry Brother, don't go stay with your own brother."

Dinda sighed, holding a clear grain that was ready to spill. "Explain to Dinda, Bang what happened. After that, Dinda thought back to Dinda's decision."

Oh really, Dinda was sad to see Sharif like this. Weak and desperate.

Sharif parsed his embrace, his eyes sparkling. There was great hope in his pitch-black eyeball.

Dinda wiped the tears on her husband's cheek. Looking back at her husband's two-day look away from her.

Syar'i smiled and held tightly to Dinda's hand which was on her face.

"We change positions first, right? Let it taste good Brother's story." Pinta Syarif who is currently sitting on the edge of the bed, facing Dinda.

Dinda nodded, now Sharif was behind Dinda. Sitting leaning on the head of the bed while hugging Dinda. His hands also actively rubbed Dinda's slightly distended stomach.

"Ready story, brother?" Tanya Sharif made sure and just got a definite nod from Dinda.

"So..."