Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 47
Dimas turned his head towards Susi, he felt that his wife seemed annoyed at him.
"Why are you, anyway?" dimas asked Susi.
His wife, who had always been gentle and always trembling in front of him, was now visibly stingy towards him.
"Nothing" Susi said.
The woman was lazy to quarrel, because there were still visitors sitting in her stall.
"Tonight I'll sleep here, right, honey?" ask Dimas to Susi.
"Why don't you come home?" ask Susi wonder.
Dimas usually asked for permission to stay at his house.
"No, I've become your husband, naturally dong I want to live with my wife," said Dimas.
Dimas gave a reasonable excuse for his wife to allow him to sleep in her house.
"It's up to you" Susi said.
"Thank you, baby," whispered Dimas.
"Don't thank you doang, I also need to be blessed, not a living bathin doang," said Susi.
Dimas understood what Susi meant. He held his wife's waist tightly.
"You pray that I get a job, yes" Dimas said.
"Yes," said Susi.
At once Susi's frustration with Dinas was gone.
What the widow of one child needs now is Dimas' responsibility to her.
Before Maghrib Dimas came home to take a bath, he initially wanted to take a bath at Susi's house, but she forgot that her clothes were not in Susi's house so she had to take her clothes to her parents' house.
After Maghrib, Dimas opened the hood serving in the kitchen, there only visible vegetables cassava leaves and sambel terasi.
"Ih, it's not very good this dinner menu," said Dimas.
"If you want to be good, find money first." Ms. Fatimah quipped her son who now only knows to eat without thinking about the origin of the food.
"Mother why, anyway? Now it's the same count as the child himself," muttered Dimas.
"Yes reasonable dong, mother count the same you. You are not a child anymore, you have a mind and a mind. You also have labor for work, yes you should find money for mom so that mom is no longer difficult to find money," said Ms. Fatimah who has been upset with her son for a week.
"Mending me away from this house, let me be happy and do not mind bearing the cost of my life again" said Dimas.
"Just whatever, if you want to go, just go," said Ms. Fatimah did not stop her step at all.
Dimas looked at his mother who had already distracted him with another job.
"Mom don't regret expelling your son" Dimas said, threatening his mother.
"I will not regret, if you are still like this you better go," said Ms Fatimah was busy arranging dishes that had been clean on the plate shelf.
Dimas was upset to hear the answer from his mother.
Dimas finally took some of his clothes, then put his clothes in a backpack.
After that, Dimas came out of the house, he left the house of his parents and stepped towards the house of the wife.
"It turns out mom really doesn't love me anymore" said Dimas when he was half on his way.
Tok to tok.
Dimas knocked on the door of Susi's house, before how long Susi went out and opened the door of her house.
Susi watched Dimas from toe to toe with a strange look, she was astonished to see Dimas carrying a backpack to his house.
"Mhm, why are you carrying all the backpacks?" ask Susi.
"Didn't want to stay here, so naturally dong I brought my clothes," replied Dimas.
After that Dimas just entered into the house of his wife sirinya.
"Yes, even though I do not need to bring this much clothing, too," Susi said she did not like Dimas to bring her clothes to her home.
"What's the matter, anyway? You don't seem to like me living here?" tanya Dimas was offended.
"It's not like that, I'm just it," Susi said lazily arguing with Dimas.
"Well, I'm going to sleep first, tired." Susi was getting ready to go into the room.
"Honey," called Dimas to his wife's sir.
"Mhm," murmured Susi stopped her steps right in the doorway of the room.
"Mhm, I'm hungry. What are you cooking tonight?" tanya Dimas hopes his wife will serve him.
"Huh? You haven't eaten yet? I was eating instant noodles, so I just made one for myself" Susi said.
"Lho, I haven't eaten at my mother's house" Dimas said.
"If you want to eat, it's still one more instant noodle," said Susi cuek.
"I'm hungry, here. You want to make me an instant noodle?" dimas asked, hoping his wife would do what she wanted.
"Ouch, Dim. I'm so sleepy, I'm so tired. You make it yourself, yes," said Susi.
Susi went into the room, she laid her body on the bed.
"Well, why is he like that? It's not that a wife should serve her husband" murmured Dimas resentfully.
Dimas began to remember his wife who had left him.
"If Fitri will definitely cook it for me, you are much different from Fitri" murmured Dimas in the heart.
He began to distinguish the figure of Fitri with Susi.
"You're a lot different than Ngan Fitri, even though he doesn't love me, but he still serves me well. From the smallest to the biggest at once." Dimas recalled his wife who had left.
Dimas stood up and stepped into the kitchen, he started cooking instant noodles that Susi said earlier.
He got instant noodles lying on top of a small cupboard, then he lit the stove and started cooking the instant noodles.
"Well how else, my stomach is hungry I have to do it alone" murmured Dimas.
After cooking, Dimas opened the magic com located on the table, not a bit of rice left there, forced Dimas just eat the instant noodles without rice.
"Thank God you can eat, even though I'm not full yet" said Dimas again.
Dimas put his dirty dishes in the dirty dishes after that he stepped into the room to sleep with Susi.
As usual, Dimas would do what his wife loved so much.
Dimas eyes rounded when entering the room, he found his wife was busy playing mobile phones, he was busy smiling while fiddling with his cellphone.
Dimas's heart seemed to be burning seeing what Susi was doing right now.
"Darling, what are you doing?" ask Dimas.
Susi turned to Dimas for a moment and then she returned to focus on her phone, Susi ignored the whereabouts of Dimas who had now been standing in her room.
"I'm chating with friends again," Susi replied casually.
"Geez, Susi. You refused my request for chat?" moody Dimas.
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