WOUNDS AND LOVE

Wounds and Love

chapter 27

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" what do you want to ask ??!! just like women !!! " grunts Abigal while sitting in front of the pool followed by Revandra.

" does he work at your bar ?? very young." asked Revandra curiously.

" she's not that kind of woman !! watch your talk !! " answe Abigal

" but how can it ?? you haven't been in a serious relationship all this time ??!! sleep here and there with many women !! besides who wants to be with a single guy who is not a virgin like you !! cih. "revandra said as she folded her hands.

Abigal was silent for a moment. "right what Vandra said, q was so angry at Samantha when she and Rans slept together, whereas q himself was a rotten bastard.."in Abigal.

Revandra looked at her best friend who was still silent daydreaming.

" hey !! q asked, answer me ?!!! don't play with women's feelings ??!! " revandra's reprimand with a raised voice.

" k tau !! q is not kidding. q and samantha is indeed married, that is reality !!! " abigal's reply was full of frustration.

Revandra was about to reply to Abigal's words but a call was made for her to undo her intentions.

" dear. Come on in. The show's about to start.." call Nada.

" oh. alright baby, wait a minute q come !!! " answer to Revandra

" q is still waiting for your reason ??!! " revandra said to Abigal while leaving Abigal.

Abigal could only see the back of his best friend, he rubbed his face rough, guilt began to envelop his heart when he remembered the words given by Revandra just now.

Samantha who sat alone while holding DIRYA twin son Revandra who had been entrusted to him, occasionally playing and joking with DIRYA.

" i'm sorry it's a hassle" said Nada who came with Revandra.

" it doesn't matter madam, Dirya is also very obedient." Samantha replied kindly.

Nada took Dirya from Samantha's lap, "let's go there. The show is about to start." invite Nada.

" i'm waiting for my lady Abi mas. later I follow." reply Samantha again.

" oh. well, I went there first ya.." said Nada who then left Samantha alone.

his eyes circulate looking for Abigal's whereabouts, "Master Revandra has entered why has Abi not entered yet ?? " samantha murmured.

" may I sit down ?? " a voice shocked samantha.

Samantha replied with a nod of her head. "please.."

" no I'm together.." Samantha's words stalled, she hesitated to introduce herself as to what. "what should I answer ?? mas Abi does not exist, if q misspoke q fear mas Abi will be angry.." Inner Samantha

samantha could only bite her lower lip.

Then the man extended his hand.

" introduce, I'm Morga."

samantha just stared at Morgan's outstretched hand at her.

doubtful samantha received Morga's hand.

" i. i.. Samantha." replied Samantha with a smile of compulsion.

" beautiful name. oh yes, are you a friend or friend of Miss Nada ??? "asked morga familiarly.

" i.iya," Samantha answered with a smile, occasionally circulating her eyes to find where Abigal was.

" emm-m.. Mas Morgan I'm sorry first yes," said Samantha who took the initiative to find Abigal.

" oh yeah, please it looks like you're very agitated." morgan replied with a friendly smile.

Samantha replied with a nod with a smile.

Samantha was about to walk away, but either because she did not see or why Samantha did not realize the servant was walking towards her with a tray of drinks.

bruuck..

Smanatha was about to dodge but because her shoes were too high to cause her to lose balance and fall, some guests who saw hysterical and unflagging A hand caught Samantha's body leaning backward.

samantha's eyes were perfectly rounded when she saw the face of Morgan so close to her.

A clenched hand when he saw the incident, immediately Abigal approached the samantha and immediately pulled the samantha into his arms.

abigal stared intently at Morgan, who dared to touch his wife.

" are you okay ?? " ask Abigal at samantha

Samantha who was still with the rest of her shock shook her head slowly.

without saying anything Abigal opened the coat and dressed it to Samantha and brought her out of the feast.

morgan can only look at the passing of the woman he just met.

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