Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

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The driver who was still confused did not know what to do, saw his mistress– suddenly entered and cried, pensive and cried again. And she thought Anin was in pain or what happened to her pregnancy.

Amidst the confusion of what to do, suddenly he was shocked by the sound of his employer's mobile phone.

So did Anin, shocked by the ringing of her own phone. Which turned out to be from his mother.

After receiving the call for quite a while, Anin then instructed her driver to take her home to Bandung. Though there was no invitation to go there, her mother called just to ask about the news and condition of her pregnancy, not to tell her to come there, but Anin felt the need to calm down for a moment, after what he had just experienced, and in his home he must have got the calm and strength.

"But, Ma'am, I haven't got permission with you yet" replied the driver.

"Let me have permission. Come, Sir. Later on the road."

"Good, Mom."

And the car drove slowly to enter the door toll jagorawi direction, only able to tancap gas. Drove smoothly.

***

At half-five in the afternoon, Anin arrived at her parents' house, her arrival was greeted by shock by her mother. His appearance that looks not okay can be read clearly like a billboard.

After the kiss session, the child's mother then went inside the house, and invited the driver to rest as well. And how's Mr. bald Plontos Anin's bodyguard? Where does he live? Ow hell!

"Why did you suddenly come here?"

"May ya, Mah ... Anin slept here tonight?"

"She's iki, habit. Asked, but he was back." Mother's protest. "Why again? And why is your face so swollen?" 

The woman looked at the appearance of her child to the details of the mascara she wore. "Wash your face first, sana. Mom, wait at the dinner table." There must be nothing else!

Anin nodded then carried out her mother's instructions obediently.

Having a wedhok child, Siji kok ya strange behavior and problems. Only yesterday was her papa shocked by the news she received from Bima's parents that her youngest child sued her husband for experiencing KDRT. Fortunately not to damage the good relations of the two families, Although in fact we are still wary in case Anin gets violence again, Although from his father Bima has guaranteed the safety of Anin and her future grandchildren. But as parents, we are still worried.

Which parents are willing and silent to see their children treated like that. It feels like if you remember, I also want to kill or imprison Bima with my own hands. Regardless of how he prostrated himself to beg for forgiveness, the apology that was also witnessed by his parents was immediately released from the blows, slaps, kicks and blasphemies that Bima received both from his own father, and from his own father, nor From Eldest brother Anin.

And mothers can only hold back the pain, hold back the crying and pretend to be okay.

While Anin's father was too shocked so he could no longer do anything but his reddened eyes held in anger.

And her favorite daughter, Ah that boy, however wicked her husband is, no matter what, She kept defending him desperately with tears in her eyes blocking her father-in-law who was whipping and kicking her battered and bleeding husband. And he managed to convince all of us, that Bima was not okay –sak soul-at that time, was under the influence of alcohol. So that his father-in-law fiercely ordered to kill the brash child, the son did not know himself, did not know the benefits, humiliated the family. Even after that he himself took Bima to the hospital to get some stitches and treat the injuries and see how heavy the whip marks.

Yes.. That's parents.

And that is so it should be, No matter what the problem is, how big the wave ripples in the household heresy, it should be as a wife must survive to the end because the foundation of the household lies in a wife. Especially when you are pregnant, Mamah believes you are a strong woman and every mistake can be forgiven. And every problem has a way out. 

More or less so the advice that was given to Anin before he returned to Jakarta with Husband and Father-in-law who he said would take care of the transfer of inheritance rights.

Lady Otis shook her head and clucked a few times, when she remembered that again. He did not think, Mr. Cipta Aji kok ya have the heart, beat his son all out. Which, in fact, I am not satisfied. But if I were in his position, I would not have the heart to hurt my son.

The hostess then smiled amusedly. Until changing the will of all. The rich are free.

The woman who soon –so granny– was sitting on one of the chairs facing the dining table complete with several foods that have been served including Anin's favorite sauce.

Before long, Anin appeared and then took a sitting position across from her mother.

Right, the boy immediately chocolates chili with cucumber.

Is it not a story session? Kok even fun nyocol-nyocol sambal. Madam Otis sighed. Geleng–geleng head while smiling to see the action of his youngest child.

Anin who was busy enjoying sambal made by her mother, suddenly stricken with forgetting the memory of what she wanted to confide in her mother.

The sambel is too tempting to winarin, I swear!! Eat some more yuk, Dek! he murmured at the creature that was developing in his stomach.

The truth is Anin wants to tell about her husband's affair with his mother–pun forgotten. And it's not like that as a wife should be anything. It even became an ocean with a million secrets in it. So then... No need, this is also quite entertaining.

"Be careful not most, inget your stomach," said his mother.

"God, .. Oh, yes, mah," and then laugh.

You really can't lie, not even to yourself. "So..why do you suddenly want to stay here?" tanyakanya.

Anin scoops the rice and puts it on her plate. "Ooh, that's.." Then take a lot of long beans and put them next to the rice.

"That's what?" ask her mother impatiently.

"Prophe dong, Mah. I'm hungry" Anin said.

Hhmm, if only it was as small as before, already mamah pinch you, Nin. Gemes. "Yes.eat first, mamah still have a lot of patient stock to wait for you." Oceh mrs Otis.

"Hhh…." Anin put rice in her mouth. "...enak this mah, mamah why not eat anyway?"

"That's right, we ate a banana compote."

"Enak tuh's...Want to fuck, Mah?"

"There's a fridge, get it yourself, Ah. Spoiled." His grunts.

"Hehehe, um...."

"Yes, yeah, yeah...Take it for a moment." The hostess grumbled. But still he also took the compote.

***

The sound of the roar of the car that suddenly disappeared changed the sound of knocking on the door several times. But Anin was indifferent to the voice. He was busy watching soap operas while snacking on food in cans.

Geck, tok, tok.

Who the hell, who's been meeting these nights? Anin Gerrutu. Both of his brothers are not possible, his father is also unlikely to be wong just called if there is a serious patient and must be done surgery immediately. So who, dong?

Heck, Tok,Tok.

Bodo!

Heck, Tok,Tok.

Whatever! maki Anin in heart. Still with his stupid attitude.

"From the boy, I thought you were sleeping" walked over to the door. "Someone knocked on the door anyway, ngawur kowe, Nduk." nagelnya. 

"Lho, Son Bima.... How to catch up with these nights, Why is Anin not saying goodbye?"

Bima smiled and kissed her mother-in-law's hand.

"Let's go in, please" Mrs Otis then closed the door after the Conciliation of Bima.

"Anin is inside, watching TV and Budeg's ears again" said her mother-in-law. "Try me tomorrow you take the ENT doctor."

Bima met red with her mother-in-law's cock. "Yes, Mah.." without waiting again Bima immediately entered and approached his wife. Sitting next to him. And his wife is still indifferent - or pretending.

In her footsteps mrs Otis paused for a moment, "How did you hurt? Looks like it's still wet, the one on the left temple?" he said a little shudder. "Kok has been opened in his dressing? It's not dry either." Its effects.

Anin turned to her husband. –Ralat– on her husband's sewing wound. And is it really still wet?

Mrs Otis smiled, "Yasudah, mamah stay first yes, again cook Gudeg. Afraid of gosong." then continued his footsteps.

Silent

Silent -- The sound of advertising royko passed by changing the scene of shampoo ads.

So another sampho ambassador. (laughter typical singer who became the shampoo model).

Still quiet.

And the ads have changed with Sprite ads.

Hi gais.pernah nerasasa.kIf the sprite is rich there are lemons….

Bukalapak emang cincay. casual price....

Usually Anin will auto ngakak or move chanel if this ad appears. But this time he let it go and held his smile half-dead.

Continues with the Tivi Screen, which this time displays jargon advertising male contraceptives. Comfortable...

"Still this afternoon, the ad's been noisier, the Provocator's been advertising." Bima Mumbles Breaking the silence.

"Yes," Anin replied involuntarily.

Bima smiled, apparently Anin agreed with her.

"Heh, what did you say?" anin said, looking at her husband.

Bima shook her head with a smile on her lips.

Duh, that's so sweet. Anin blushed back.

"That's a damn thing, yang. Mr. Gito you live in the parking lot, forget about it?"

"Geez!" Anin patted his eel. "Continue where is he now?"

"Well, in front of you, I just invited you, earlier."

"Oh, I forgot about me" he regretted.

"Next time, don't like to run away so dong, baby. We're all worried" she said worriedly.

"Why?" Anin berdehem's. "Fear of falling poor? Or fear of life?"

"No, "" he looked.

"Where are you trying, I see, your wounds?" Anin pulled her husband's head closer. Check it carefully. "Ah, it's dry already, Mamah, ngibul aja deh." hurriedly Anin took off his hand grip.

Anin felt fooled and cheated by her own mother. And shame on her husband.

Before he could escape far, Bima immediately grabbed both palms of his wife. And held his position to stay on his Head.

Then...

A kiss landed right on those thin lips.

Anin looked at her husband protesting.

Again a light peck landed in the same place.

Anin began to get an impromptu headache, her gaze to and fro indeterminate direction, avoiding her husband's intense gaze. Because then he knew exactly what it would be like.

Bima kissed his wife's lips again. This time over on a hot kiss that conditions will demand. And besides replying, Anin can do what... Because he misses her too.

Husband wife who is in the middle of the kasmaran - again that is to forget where she is at this time.

"Eeheem, eehh'eem.." Then scratching his head, misbehaving himself. His son and daughter-in-law managed to make him embarrassed and terpacing at midnight like this.

You're outrageous. So here's a welcome for parents who just got home from work! You guys are awesome!! This insolent name. Otis until need to pat his daughter-in-law's shoulder, then deh, they realized.

Ouch….

Anin hid his face. Her husband got up and kissed her father-in-law's hand.

Otis again patted Bima, "It's late, invite your wife in." Then he came in.

Bima nodded silently and his entire body was stricken with a very terrible shame.

Anin was the same, but when she saw the expression of her husband suddenly wanted to laugh. But he held it as hard as he could.

Fuck you, Mas, rasain tuh. So don't be nosy! It's the stone, right?

After being satisfied with cursing in her heart Anin went to her room, leaving her husband just like that.

Ah, shit. embarrassing! Maki Bima was in the air, and rushed after his wife.

***

The door opened, Bima barged in and found his wife sitting combing her hair in front of the mirror.

Without needing to see who had just - almost - broken through the door, the girl already knew who did it.

Bima closed the door again, then took a sitting position at the end of the bed.

"Is there anything I want to ask you?" ask Bima

"Yes, ask," Anin replied still with a comb of hair.

"What was it, you, and the Stars - I mean Kartika, what were you guys_"

"Yes, I'm coming for him."

"Why?"

Putting the comb out of his grasp, "Why? ask me why?!!!" Anin turned to look at her husband sharply.

"Darling, don't get angry, I'm just curious, that's all."

Anin turned her eyes off, "Interested by what I have done to pela__" Anin did not continue his sentence, he immediately shrank the volume of his voice considering that he was not in his own house.

"Why don't you ask him yourself? Who knows if it could be a reunion!" her tone was sarcastic and instantly made her husband's guts shrink.

Wrong, asking that now, he thought.

Anin got up from her seat and took the nightgown from the closet. He wants to wear shorts and t-shirts if possible. But his mother must have been nagging again.

Without any hesitation and embarrassment, she changed her clothes with the nightgown she had taken earlier. "Because it seems, 'Your woman' is waiting for your visit and I am the one standing at the door of her apartment." she said.

Bima corrected her sitting position a little more upright. His gaze was straight on the figure of the woman who was changing clothes.

"Are you planning on seeing her again?" Anin tied her hair just from the beginning, grabbed the child with her left hand. With his hand he began to clean his face with cotton that had been given milk cleanser liquid in front of the mirror earlier.

Bima shook her head. Bima struggled to swallow his own saliva, all this time he never paid attention to his wife to such detail.

Anin was not unaware that her husband was looking at and watching every movement he made. It intentionally. Intentionally playing with the man's emotions.

Finished with face affairs, Anin grabbed the Bra hook, then made a move to remove the object from his body and drop it originally.

"What does your headband mean? Does that mean you promised, or are you scared?" Tidy up the unbound hair and keep it behind the ear.

Once again, Bima confirmed her sitting position, with a gaze still on the same object.

Anin took the lotion and applied it on her fingers and arms, "What's wrong with your mouth? none of my questions answered."

Anin raised one leg on the other leg and then in a deliberate gesture - made tempting - she re-applied the lotion, from the tip of the foot until the bottom of her clothes were exposed as a result of the movement.

Bima was getting intimidated.

Anin reversed the position of her legs and repeated the movement with the same movement. "Do I need to check, just in case there's something in your mouth, so Mas ___"

Fuck all that!!

The man got up and grabbed his wife's chin, then made the girl's lips a target of his emotions.

Anin smiled unmoved. I'll take you back.

I got to have you, coz I love you