
"Hi, Dim!" greet Susi with a seducing tone.
Susi was a classmate of Dimas when they sat in High School. So, he felt close to the father of one child.
"Eh, yes, Sus," said Dimas not eagerly mengubris Susi speech.
"Your face why is it bent like that? Any issues?" ask Susi directly.
"Mhm, a little." Dimas answered enough.
"Oh, you want some coffee? I made it, yeah. Let's get a little prong," Susi bargained.
"Mhm," muttered Dimas.
Dimas did not know what to answer, on the other hand he wanted to drink coffee, on the other hand he did not have money to buy coffee.
Coincidentally it is old month, Dimas' little salary is certainly exhausted. And their finances at the end of this month hope there is an unexpected windfall, sometimes Fitri can windfall from online sales that he just pursued.
That's where they can survive day by day.
"I made coffee for you first, this time for free," said Susi.
Susi can interpret Dimas' answer, she understands that the father of one child is not having money.
He came to Susi's stall just to get rid of the feeling.
Susi stepped away from Dimas who was still with a face.
Susi made a cup of coffee for Dimas, then put the coffee on the front desk Dimas.
"What's up, anyway? You can tell me the same story," said Susi began to be curious about the problems faced by her classmates a few years ago.
"Household name too, Sus. It's natural that there are problems" said Dimas began to pour out his heart.
"Oh, household matters. What the hell is your wife doing?" asked Susi with a cleft tone.
Susi does not like Dimas' wife, because according to him Fitri does not want to hang out with the people of the village let alone her who is only a widow.
It is not that Fitri does not want to hang out with the people of the village, the association of Fitri in the village is very broad, but he restricts associating with people who he thinks are inappropriate in the community.
Moreover, Susi is a village widow, who casually showed her aura in front of her stall customers who are mostly men.
"Let's know, maybe he's cheating" Dimas replied honestly.
Dimas could not control his emotions so he forgot his obligation to keep the disgrace of his current household.
He has not yet confirmed whether his wife is cheating.
"What's? Your wife's cheating?" squealing Susi.
He was shocked when he heard the answer from Dimas.
all the eyes in the stall automatically stared questioningly at Susi's shocked expression widening her eyes in disbelief.
Dimas stared resentfully at Susi, he did not want many people to know about his household problems.
"Ups." Susi closed her mouth.
He unintentionally vented his happy expression over the cracks of the Dimas household.
Susi was happy when she heard that the Dimas household was in a mess.Susi had long disliked Fitri.
During Fitri's stay in his village, Dimas' wife never communicated with him at all. So Susi considered that Fitri was a proud and arrogant woman.
Plus Susi once liked the figure of Dimas when he was still sitting in the High School.
Susi also tried to get close to Dimas but at that time Dimas never mengubris himself.
In High School, Dimas was a popular guy at school, only Dimas was a closed person he rarely hung out with female friends. He will talk to women if there is a need for this to make Susi more difficult to approach him.
"I didn't expect your wife to be able to cheat, but her style is ordinary, plus her appearance is also not so attractive," Susi said
Susi's words instead of making Dimas calm he even hates his wife more.
"Didn't your wife use black magic so that there are men who are interested in her?" susi.
The childless widow was trying to heat up Dimas.he had absolutely no intention of comforting his high school friend.
Dimas' heart grew hotter to hear Susi's words.The woman did want to make Dimas hate his wife more.
Dimas was still silently listening to every word that Susi was saying.
Suddenly a man entered the shop of the widow's flower shop.
The man waved his hand towards Susi.
"Susi! Order one boiled noodle, dong," said the man named Yanto.
"Oh yeah, wait a minute, yeah!" exclaim Susi.
the childless widow stood back up, leaving Dimas still thinking about what Susi said.
"There may be Fitri using black magic to lure his former lover," murmured Dimas in the heart there was still doubt about the remark made by Susi.
However, on the other hand Dimas also began to believe in Susi's words as if a demon was inciting him.
"It could be that he secretly uses black magic so that his ex-lover wants to be with him again. Fitri was tired of living with me so hard that she thought about going back to her ex" Dimas murmured inwardly.
He guessed something that never happened at all.
"Nih, the boiled noodles," Susi said as she placed a bowl of boiled noodles on the table in front of Yanto.
"What else do you want to order?" susi asked Yanto in a flirtatious tone.
"Hmm, this is it first. Later if there is anything I want, I will call you again" replied Yanto.
After completing Yanto's order, Susi again sat beside Dimas who was now increasingly chaotic with preconceptions that damaged her heart.
"Oh yeah, Dim. Do not think about your problems with your wife, yes, if she cheats mending you enjoy your days without her," whispered Susi in Dimas' ear while gently stroking Dimas' thigh.
The childless widow tried to tease Dimas, but Dimas paid no heed to Susi's deliberate temptation.
"Eh, Dim. You here?" ask Grace when she realizes that Dimas is in the same stall as her.
"Eh, yes, Mat." Dimas just nodded.
"Tumben you're here?" tanya Grace felt strange.
Rahmat is a regular customer in the shop owned by the flower widow. He never saw Dimas in the shop.
"Dim, help me work tomorrow, yes," ask Dimas for mercy.
"Huh? Yes," replied Dimas agreed.
"I'd rather go to work than keep thinking about that useless wife" murmured Dimas inwardly.
One by one the customers in Susi's shop have gone home.
The wall clock there already shows the number 12 nights. Dimas was still at home in the shop of the widow of the village flowers.
"You don't want to go home yet?" ask Susi wonder.
"No, you want to sleep. I sleep in this stall, right?" ask Dimas.
Seriate...