After Promiscuity
The Old Men

Dina sent Cassie a Direct on her son's Instagram. Cassie did not forget to tell her mother, but when she arrived in England her only child was in addition to fatigue due to a long journey, she also had problems.

"Cassie, haven't you called Mama Nak yet? What's your phone number?" Ask the Mama

Cassie opened the phone because her Instagram notifications were clinking.

"Mama, she's the same as Joko showing off her affection" muttered Cassie, she looked at her Instagram account before replying to a message.

"Cassie has arrived safely Mah, but ..." Cassie wanted to tell her about herself, but she undid.

"But what?"

"Ma here it's late. Cassie sleeps first yes," Cassie alibi after that she sent a mobile number from England.

Like Mama would be married ni ma Om Joko, arghhh I still do not accept anyway, inner Cassie upset herself then she cried in the treatment room alone.

Visual Source Dina from Instagram @tasyafarasya

Visual Source JOKO from Instagram @Assegafah

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At 10 in the morning

Dina and Joko talk about their wedding at a Cafe close to their office.

But Dina was annoyed with the visitor sitting beside them. The socialite mothers dressed in hedon, laughed out loud but one of her hands covered her mouth. It still sounded noisy in Dina's ear.

"Haduh, Jo looks like we went to the wrong cafe. The socialite mothers laugh great laughter. The dressings are very impressive," said Dina

"Haha you are also that if you get together with your friends again. Must have liked unconscious, right?" joko.

"Jovan, we're different. I'm the same friends that are classy snapper. They're teri class,"

Jovan just smiled looking at Dina's actual behavior of eleven twelve with the behavior of the mothers at the table next to them.

"You're the only one who calls me Jovan, the other one is called Joko, because I'm not married" Joko explained.

"Oh yeah obviously, I've never changed Jo's nickname. Because their name is already prayed to wear slaughtered goats all right? So I don't dare change their names" Dina said

"That's what I like about you," Joko smiled as she pinched Dina's cheek.

"Bent on Jo,"

"What's wrong?"

"I want to protest with the author, Thor Thor, please change Joko's name to Jovan yes, do not like me, his name is changed so,"

"Execute the boss" the Author replied

Dina finally decided to leave the cafe. Jovan walked first because the place was a little narrow if passed by two people.

As Dina passed the table next to her, Dina's large bag hanging on her shoulder accidentally nudged the hot coffee and hit the thigh of one of the mothers who spoke noisily.

"Arghh.. hot!" strangled one of the mothers and immediately stood wagging his white trousers.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I'll compensate you for the dirty mom pants,"

"That's why her thighs must have been mewed! Skin care compensation also dong!" His mother was named Elmuna

"It's a real shock to you guys," Dina looks dizzy, she looks to take a check from her bag and write something down.

While Joy wiped it with a napkin and kept fanning her thighs while saying, "Udah no papa, he didn't accidentally right?"

"Nih twenty million, if you still lack you can call me. I'm sorry I'm busy taking care of mommy with a rombeng voice like you guys,"

"It's good to say that it's not filtered. The filter is broken yes," said the other mother named Mus.

"Eh means what it means to give money like this. It's an insult. I said it's okay, like I need money? And again I don't accept that you're mocking my friends,"

"Whatever, right. Just dikatain a little ni cafe already frenzied like a chicken coop whose chickens are noisy because again bertelor,"

"Seek in the duct tape, yes!" Rosmia looks angry.

And there was a quarrel, until Dina pulled Rosmia's hair. Joy wants to break up both of them but Dina grabs Joy's hair too.

Jovan returns to the cafe, hugging Dina from behind and pulling her out of a mother-mom fight. The cafe broke everything too.

Dina looks upset that Jovan pulled her out of the fight.

"You're why the hell yank me, I'd like to flush their faces like hot coffee,"

"Udah dong dear, who is patient huh. They may not be used to the way you talk, which is slippery,"

"Ahh I'm as good as you, I'm back in the office," Dina darted away without looking left and right.

His body was almost smelled by a yellow bull (car emblem) if not for Jovan who was quick to pull it.

"You looked around, baby dong, almost got hit, right?" Jovan still very gently treats Dina.

It seemed that the man was willing not to marry another woman in order to keep his feelings for Dina. Who wouldn't fall in love with her? Dina is so beautiful. Actually he's good too. It's just that speaking is never filtered.

For the business debate, Dina often wins. No one has matched his advantage. But again, because of his shortcomings, he did not have a true friend. Only Jovan was able to survive beside him

A man descends from a yellow Lamborghini. He approached Dina who was almost hit.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little speeding on crowded streets like this,"

Dina immediately recognized the man, who did not know the third richest businessman in Jakarta.

"Sir Wibi? Oh hmmm ti-it's okay sir. This is purely my careless mistake," Dina said as she tidied up her hair and clothes.

Wibi seems to be in a hurry, she also thought she would invite Dina and Jovan to dinner later. After Dina agreed to Wibi's invitation, the man passed away.

Meanwhile, Joy and her three friends sit down. Hot coffee is no longer hot. But it seems like Joy's thighs look a little blistered and reddened.

Though Joy has struggled to care for her skin with traditional scrubs. He also maintains his skin stamina by exercising and consuming lots of water. He also rarely drinks coffee, only occasionally if he is gathering with his friends

Feeling his thighs are still hot and a little sore accompanied by pulsations, can be sure his skin will blister and scar

He looks the same age as me or he could be younger than me. Ah anyway may Barra not have a mother-in-law like her, the inner Joy who still sees Dina in the glass window