Women At the End of the Dusk

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Previously, the author apologized for rarely updating because the author is a teacher and is currently following the bimtek in the province, therefore the author updates as much as possible. Hope you guys didn't leave author ⁇ 🥺.

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After getting ready, a couple who had just fostered their domestic life were seen joining hands from starting to leave the room to arrive at the terrace of the car.

Alham opened the front car to welcome his wife. "Please, Mr. Princess," he said, holding the car door.

"Thank you" Azalia replied with a smile.

Such a sweet smile stupefied the tall man. "Beautiful" she said to the wife who had been sitting sweetly. It also helps to attach seat belts.

The views of the two met and locked for a moment. Their abnormal heart rhythm felt, Alham swallowed saliva when her net was fixed on thin lips polished with pink lipstick owned by the wife. He shook his head so as not to kiss the woman in front of him even though they had done so.

Alham immediately stood up, but accidentally hit his head on the hood of the car and made him complain loudly. Meanwhile, Azalia who was shocked immediately helped the husband.

She put away her husband's hand and is now squatting next to the car. "Where do I see first" said Azalia.

"It hurts?" azalia asked while Alham was still looking down and just silent. He panicked when there was no response.

"Sir? Sir? Alham Sir? Sir? Don't joke, you!" azalia exclaimed as she gently shook her husband's shoulder.

Alham could not bear to lie Azalia looked up and she was stunned because the woman in blue had cried. "Why you?" tanyakanya.

"Why are you? I'll just call you quiet."

"You're worried about me?" ask Alham again.

"You are silent, how can I not panic." Alham smiled, then stood up and hugged his wife. He gently rubbed Azalia's head against his stomach. "I'm sorry, I've, yes. Don't cry anymore, I'm okay" he added.

"If we don't stop crying, we don't have to walk. Just at home." Azalia looked up with an annoyed look. "Oh, yes, change your call to me. Husband's own time is called sir," continued Alham.

"So, call what?" ask Azalia plain.

"Anything, just don't sir."

"Try calling me besides sir. We just walk," said Alham.

"What time? Ok, is this us to be the way or not? We haven't left yet." Azalia tried to divert the conversation.

"If you want to walk, we will walk. Otherwise, it means no" said Alham casually.

Azalia gawking. 'What the fuck?' angryness. "Oh, don't go. Look out, I'm going in!" the urge pushed Alham.

Azalia entered with a cocky feeling. His lips were unclear. He was so upset with Alham because it seemed like he was working on it.

"Loh, Azalea! Azalea! Hey!" call Alham, but ignored by the owner of the name. He also pursued his wife.

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The sun continued to die as time passed. The warmth began to heat up. Just like a woman who is currently sitting on the sofa chair of the room while crossing her arms. His face pouted and ignored the calls from outside the room.

"Azalia, open the door. Where are you going? We're going there. Open the door, honey. Do not lash gini," said Alham while knocking.

"Honey, open the door, dong. Don't you want to go to the store and see your friends? Love them." Alham continued to persuade his wife.

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"To the store," Azalia said at its core.

Alham gawking. "So seriously, don't you, anyway?" senile Azalia.

"So, dong. Here, I'll bring the stuff." Alham took over the innate in Azalia's hands.

"Thank you."

"Together."

...to be continued ........

It's author up again because the subtitles don't match.🤭