Widow Judes

77 Holidays.2.

The night is approaching,

Happiness emanated clearly on the faces of the people who were preparing for dinner in the garden behind the villa.

Some are busy making campfires, preparing food to be burned. Throw each other guyonan so that the atmosphere gets warmer.

Here is Dery, a young woman with widow status who makes her often underestimated by others. If only his best friend who offended about his status Dery did not mind, he considered it was just a joke, but if others underestimated the status he was holding, it could make Dery burn with anger.

Many brengs*k men out there are often insolent because of Dery's status as a widow. Consider the status of a widow is a disgrace and deserves to be harassed.

"we're ready to eat" Lydia put the food on the table. "Dery, eat first the deck," cried Lydia at Dery who was standing right on the lip of the lake.

"yes, brother," walked over. "hmm very fragrant, I became a laper," staring at the abundance of food on the table with an appetizing aroma.

"what do you want to eat der, I take it?" Ikbal swiftly grabbed the plate for Dery.

"don't be so affectionate here there's this acute singles," Roby glanced at Ikbal.

"iri's? say boss," ketus Ikbal.

Dery was already enjoying his food while watching his best friend's quarrel. Until the dinner, the commotion continued. Dery and Lydia could only shake their heads.

Dery sat staring at the lake so calm, imagining if he lived in this place, a simple house with a spacious yard, and the air was still very cool.

"however," Ikbal sat beside him.

"whoever daydreams" said Dery.

"that's it, why is it?" Ikbal deliberately leaned his head on Dery's shoulders.

"gue did not dream, yes, I'm just a shadow if you have a house here, must be very adem deh haha," Dery ruffled Ikbal's hair.

"do you want a house here? I can wake up for you, der" looked Dery in the eye.

"haha I'm just doing a doang, seriously really," Dery so misbehaved when Ikbal looked at him like that.

"you're beautiful" Ikbal whispered right in Dery's ear,

"what the hell Lo bal," deliberately turned his face away, avoiding Ikbal's gaze.

Ikbal why my thinking is like that anyway, he has no plans to visit me again right, ahh I where would if must refuse him again.

"you mean?" staring hard at Ikbal.

"yes I mean Mr. Rizal, I haven't seen him for a long time.Where did he go jah?" clasping tightly onto Dery's sweaty hand held back the anger.

Ikbal looked at Dery's teary eyes "don't discuss it, I.." Dery's words stopped as Ikbal's soft lips fused with his, Dery's only glaring to get a sudden kiss from Ikbal.

"forget over him if he hurts you, let no more tears come out of your beautiful eyes, I will not be willing to hurt by anyone," said Ikbal rubbed Dery's wet lips because of his actions. "now come in, the night wind is not good for health, do not let the cold wind sweep your skin." Ikbal rubbed Dery's hand, holding her inside the villa.

I don't know what happened, but Dery couldn't get angry when Ikbal kissed him.

why can't I be angry with Ikbal, why am I even diem anyway, even though ikbal already sassy kiss me.

"where are you from?" Roby surprises Ikbal and Dery.

"from the lake streets, why?" kerus Ikbal's.

"Lo is not anything like this kudanil, right jah,?" Roby's surrounding Dery.

"no, Ikbal would do me?" pushing Roby to sit in front of the TV.

"how do you know this shackle makes Lo cry," Iwan joined the drift.

"gue will not make Dery cry," has glared with a gripping voice.

"already ah, on what the hell, I entered the room first ya drowsiness." Dery walked to his room.

Dropped himself on the bed.

Trying to close his eyes, but Ikbal and Rizal's shadows flashed in his mind.

Rizal, Ikbal why their shadows even make me unable to sleep anyway.

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seriate....

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