You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

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"If I say I don't know, don't know .. why the hell? you know it. I don't like shopping! wonder how it is like that, maybe I found the receipt of people who litter carelessly. That's why I put it in my pocket!" the answer is back Azam still does not want to admit that such a paper belongs to him.

Renita looked at her husband's back who was sleeping on his back, boro-boro intending to touch.

Renita's hand moved aside to greet her while sighing very long. Then slowly shifted down from his bed carrying a change of clothes again in pajamas.

Why wear such clothes, after all her husband also looks cold boro-boro want to touch it. Though already this week they have never done it, but Azam it includes a routine week 3-4 times it is mandatory no matter the wife is bothered though.

Time and again Renita swallowed her Saliva and sighed deeply, looking at herself in the mirror. Cuffing her hair simple and put the clothes that had been attached to her body into the basket.

After that she lay on her back to her husband who was still in the same position.

The cold night is getting gripping, covered in loneliness embrace with freezing temperatures. Friend the wind that shackles Renita without a warm embrace from her husband.

Throughout the night Renita was awake, her two beads could not be closed in the slightest.

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Renita has been feeling lonely for a month and Azam's attitude is getting colder, Renita is rarely touched or get an inner living from her husband, she said, who for many years became a companion to life and gave a handsome and smart son.

"Mas, where are you going? it's a holiday. You haven't taken us for a walk! Rendy's been sulking a lot of times wanting to go for a walk together." Renita looked at her husband who seemed to be walking.

"I have business outside, if you want to walk? yes just walk. There is money!" azam said while sitting in her shoes.

For a moment Renita stared fixedly at her husband and sat down beside him. "Mas, the money you transfer is getting reduced anyway? not increased!"

Azam glanced at his wife. "Why? not enough? Rendy's a kid and hasn't had much of a need either!"

"Em ... is enough Mas ... is still enough, but what I ask why? busy yes. Getting out of the city often, the boro-boro gave such a gift," he added.

"I'm busy for the future, baby, do I have to run out now? kan didn't. Our child will get bigger and the cost will be even greater so. So automatically I have to get everything ready." Azam said as he touched his wife's shoulder.

Azam stared very closely at his wife, then set his eyes on the lips of the wife he did not touch. Azam approached his wife's face.

Renita closed her two beads and felt her heart pumping faster.

For a moment they enjoy the lips they create. But seconds later they were both surprised by the arrival of Rendy who opened the door of the room.

Make them let go of each other's meeting and Renita immediately tidied up her veil.

"Rendy baby!" call Renita while setting his eyes on the only son of the puppet.

"Papa, play yo? long time we're not out, I want to buy a toy with Papa." Knock the boy as he approaches the father.

"The streets are the same. Papa is having business, toys are plenty. Or the same mother?" said Azam without burden while moving from his seat.

Hearing Rendy's words made Renita's heart melos sad, the big boy had felt that the attention of the father had begun to change.

"Yes ... Papa has to work so Reni's the same mother, okay. Papa wants to go well at home, okay?" Azam kissed the Son's forehead.

"Mas, shouldn't you take your time for our baby?" Renita looked expectantly at Azam while grabbing the back of her hand respectfully.

"I can't, next time ach." Azam swung his steps leaving the room.

"Bad papa, don't love Rendy anymore." cried the boy and cried.

"Darling, Rendy horrified Mother dear. Papa is busy! for us also let the money bua .. nyak. So Rendy is just like Mommy, right? the streets." Renita held her son who was crying, then in her arms with an unbearable heart.

"What is Mother really?" the child lifted his face from the mother's chest.

"Truly darling ... Mother does not lie! now Mommy wants to be holy first. We'll go, won't we?" Renita rubbed Rendy's wet face.

Then the boy nodded his head in agreement, then Renita let Rendy down to play with the toys.

While the Mother as she said, if she wants to wash first and others

Pluck up!

Something fell out of Azam's shirt pocket. Rush Renita crouched down and picked it up, sort of a card and it turned out to be a Timezone ticket.

"Who else is this? and who plays in Timezone! while ngajak children just do not want," Renita murmured in her heart while watching the ticket.

Kening Renita said, thinking about whose ticket it belongs to? why is it in the pocket of her husband's shirt, and if it belongs to him. Why not invite your child to play.

"Ach. What do I keep and what do I ask. Maybe he won't do it like that! meningan I just throw it away," exclaimed Renita while throwing the card into the trash can.

With a heart that still feels uncomfortable, Renita moves her body to do washing, sweeping and mopping activities.

"Mother ... It's not yet..it's noon! When the hell do you want to go for a walk? I don't want to buy toys, but I want to play in Timezone!" the voice of the child who came approached Renita who was getting ready in the room.

"Yes dear .. This is also Mother again ready yes, do make go ... a moment! Mommy wants to get Rendy's jacket first, wait a minute?" Renita got up from her seat in front of the mirror, then she walked to Rendy's room to pick up the jacket.

And Rendy also followed the steps of the Mother. "Bun, we're on a bike, aren't we? we still want to take a walk. I've already left, Bun!" that nice chirp while staring at the Mother who was closing the closet door.

"Prophement love .. will this also go," Renita then led her son and closed the door to the room she had entered just now ....

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