Wife Taste Savings

Chapter 36 of the IRS

Reza drove his motor matic with high speed, this is the first time he brought the motor speeding and did not care about other road users, this is his first time, in his current mind he just wanted to get to the house immediately.

It did not take long, now Reza's motorbike has stopped in the parking lot of the house, of course Mariska who was watering plants in front of the house was surprised, why her son had returned with moist eyes. 

"Well, how come you've gone home again, someone's missing?" Mariska asked, but Reza did not answer. He just went by, regardless of the question from the Mommy. 

"Don't say, Reza wants to go to college in America." Reza said to Argan who was sitting relaxed in the living room with a newspaper and a cup of milk coffee. 

"Suddenly? Yesterday you refused to continue." Ask Argan. 

"Because no one can fight Reza here, so Reza moved away, the same focus of education." Reza replied firmly. 

"Clearly, why are you? Don't worry us." Mariska asked, who came in after her question was not reviewed by the son. 

"Reza is okay, Mom. Just yeah Reza think college there would be better than here." 

Argan mangosteen, while Mariska squinted her eyes at the son who looked different. He must be hiding something.

"Yes, the day after tomorrow you can go there, son. Papih will prepare everything." 

"Okay Pih, if that's Reza to the room first." Pamit Reza, she went to her room upstairs half-running, like in a hurry. 

"Mom, why are you there?" Argan asked Mariska who was still staring at the back of the son and disappeared behind the door. 

"Well, isn't Papih suspicious of Reza?"

"Surprisingly what is Mom? Don't be suspicious of your own child." Cetus Argan makes Mariska snort.

"Did Papih not feel that way, if Reza again had a problem? How did he suddenly move to Amrik? Yet how many hundred times have we persuaded, Reza's answer is always the same." Mariska. 

Indeed, Argan and Mariska often persuaded Reza to move to college Uncle Sam. But Reza always refused on the grounds that he was more comfortable here, but now? All of a sudden he's moving to college, isn't that weird?

"Yes Mom, Papih is a little suspicious too. Try mommy tanyain with her son, usually she likes to confide in Mommy right?" Ask Argan.

"Yes, Mommy try it first." Mariska went to the son's room and opened the door slowly. He saw Reza sitting in a chair facing directly to the big window, presenting a beautiful view of the city of Bandung. 

"Eza.." called her slowly, made Reza turn her head, she smiled a small smile. 

"Eehh Mommy, why Mom?" Reza asked, he behaved as if nothing had happened. 

"Sit here, Mommy wants to talk." Mariska patted the side of the son's bed and Reza said, sitting next to her Mommy. 

"Speak what Mom?" 

"You got a problem? Same story as Mommy." Mariska said without further ado. 

"Eza is fine, Mom, why? How's Mommy doing that?" Ask Reza. 

"You must know the reason, son. Remember, Mommy is your mother, the mother who conceived and gave birth to you, so Mommy knows very well that her son is having problems." Obviously Mariska, make Reza quiet. 

"Is this any relation to Renata?" Mariska asked, making Reza look up and look at Mommy. 

"Mommy's guess is right?" 

Reza nodded, the fact that this is still about Renata, the girl who has now changed status to be the legitimate wife of her own friend, Dimas. 

"Renata got married this morning, Mom." Reza answered, making Mariska gap with both eyes rounded, not expecting her son to say something as surprising as this.

"Who with? Doesn't Renata have no lover?" Mariska asks, she is just as heartbroken as Reza, her dream daughter-in-law is married. 

"Why sudden?" 

"There was one incident that required both of them to marry, Mom." 

"So this is why you moved to college, son?" Ask Mariska. 

"That's just one of Mom, there's nothing Reza can fight anymore here, there's Reza sick if they both see later." Obviously Reza. 

"Whatever your decision, it must be the best son, Mommy supports you moving to Amrik." 

"Thank you Mom, then Reza wants to pack the same clothes that Reza should have brought there." 

"Need mommy to help?" Tawar Mariska's.

"Don't Mom, Reza can be alone." Reza replied, making Mariska smile and then out of the son's room. 

After Mommy died, Reza again sat in a chair facing directly with a large glass that presents a view of the city.

"Renata, should I really go and forget all about it? Can I live my life without you? It's gonna be very different." Reza muttered, he rubbed the phone screen slowly featuring Renata's photo smiling sweetly. 

"May you be happy, Re. You're a good person, you deserve to be happy even if you're not with me." He muttered again, then closed the phone and looked straight ahead again.

While in an apartment, Sila was on a rampage. Her luxurious items were scattering on the floor as she swept her off the dresser.

"Damn it, shit, shit, why are they getting married? Aaarrgghh, how can I make the child suffer?" Screeched Sila, she ruffled her hair in frustration. 

"That's a mess, what happened By?" Ken asked, the man had deliberately come because it required the impingement of nafssu as usual.

"Dimas married Renata this morning, Ken!" Please answer ketus, making Ken chuckle. 

"Why are you laughing? Is there something funny about my words, Ken?" 

"Your mission is to make Renata suffer, right?" Behind Ken asked, he hugged Sila from behind, exhaling her warm breath behind Sila's ears, giving the woman goosebumps. 

"Yes, of course." 

"Isn't getting married good? You made it easier to make that woman suffer by making Dimas more concerned about you than his own wife." Ken's proposal, his hand had already crept mischievously towards Sila's large chest. 

"Your ideas are worth trying, Ken. But how do I convince Dimas to come back, after we've been caught at the time?"

"Pull Dimas with your body, dear." Ken replied, his hands have begun to crumple fruit belonging to Sila with a tight. 

"Aasshhhhh, Ken!" 

"I need your body, Bee." 

"Huh okay, come on." Sila replied, the two began a routine of sharing sweat as usual, until the sound of sighing coloring the room that is not too big. 

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