WOUNDS AND LOVE

WOUNDS AND LOVE
Wounds and Love



chapter 30


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Abigal was about to get out of bed, but was undone because his cell phone rang.The analysis was linked when an overseas number contacted him.


" hello." replied abigal.


" sister, you have long since raised my call ?! " rans protest


Abigal was a little surprised, but tried to act ordinary.


" what's calling me this morning ??! " ask Abigal without a stale ado.


" of course q misses you, what else.." timpal Rans cheerfully.


" cf. like children." said Abigal.


" sister q will send my value, you will be surprised later." said Rans proudly.


" well, then just send it. q will take a shower first" replied Abigal who stood up from his seat about to go to the bathroom with a ponsep.


along with Samantha who was finished from the bathroom and ready with clothes that have been replaced.


" mas Abi, the warm water has been prepared.." said Samantha gently.


Abigal is standing in front of Samantha.


" sister why is there a female voice..?? " tanya rans across.


rans questions.disperse the shock of Abigal.he threw a rough breath by staring in all directions.


Samantha can only be silent without.dare to ask.


Abigal took his phone down.


" thank you, you'll come down first" Abigal told samnatha, peeping Samnatha's forehead and entering the bathroom.


" why is Abi so weird ?? " ask samantha to herself.


in the bathroom, Abigal brought his cell phone back to his ear.


" sister.. Where are you ?!! sister !!! " call Rans in a high voice.


" hush up, don't yell that !!! your phone could explode !! ".return Abigal brief.


" anyways you just disappeared.. Then whose voice was that ??! " sister dating women again huh ??!! why take her to the house !!! mama will definitely be sad !!!?? " ask Rans with a million questions.


" just focus on your education !! brother is no longer like that. because.-" Abigal.stop his detached speech.


Abigal closed his eyes."forgive brother Rans"in Abigal.


" sister is married." replied Abigal briefly.


" what ??!!!!! " shouted Rans


abigal.remove his cell phone from the ear.


" sister.don't joke !!! how can it be ??! girlfriend, you don't have one, do you ??!! " ask Rans to know.


" q seriously !! q has to go to the office." Abigal immediately turned off his call unilaterally.


abigal harshly washed his face.he looked at himself in the reflection of the mirror in front of him.


" o Allah.. what sinful q has.taken my own sister's lover ??? forgive q Rans. forgive q.." muttered Abigal who continued to wash his face.


In another part of the earth, where Rans was. he was still silent with the rest of his surprise. his brain scoured the connect tangled threads in his mind.setau Rans his brother never had a serious relationship with Wnaita, he only wants women for his pleasure.how can kak abi get married ?? and why didn't mom tell me ?? Rans continued to struggle with various questions that hit his brain.


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Mama Vienna saw Samantha who prepared breakfast happily.The anxiety of mama Vienna disappeared instantly, mama vienna.breathe in relief and approached samantha.


"good morning dear.." greet mama.Wina.


" morning ma.."replying Smanatha with a smile that adorned her face.


" Where is Abi ?? " ask mama Vienna.


" it's still in the room. it's getting a phone call ma, maybe it's coming down" replied samantha


" do you know who called him ? " doubtfully mama vienna asked


" do not know for sure the ma, but it seems like a friend of Abi mas, a little heard if the voice of a man." replied Samantha again.


mama Vina breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Samantha.


" wah.. this is the most delicious breakfast.. You made it ?? " praise mama vienna while sitting in her chair.


" mama was too praising, Samantha just tried earlier, may mama and mas Abi like."reply Samantha


mama Vina nodded surely then enjoyed her breakfast voraciously.her fear lessened a little after knowing samantha's answer.


" right now this is all I can do.. Rans. forgive mama.. mama can not yet.say honestly to you.." Inner mama Vienna.


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