Charm of Former Wives Who Were Hurt

Charm of Former Wives Who Were Hurt
Ch.63 Male Dream.


Luna and Lia who were peeking out from behind the wall near Anggi stood could only giggle at the amused look at the half-baked couple. They are like ABG couples who are new to love. They are fascinated by each other's appearance until their bodies are sculpted.


"Ehem.." eventually Luna was forced to cleared her throat so that the half-baked couple realized what they had just done.


Anggi and Diwangga soon realized from their daydreams. They are now acting wrong themselves.


"Eh, what's up, Lun?" ask Anggi to Luna who came up from behind the wall


"When you want to go mbak, from just standing there alone." said Luna while closing her mouth so that because she could not control the laughter of the gel


"Eh i-iya. Just a little bit more. Are you ready?" asked Anggi to Diwangga who was still standing looking at him wrongly


"Oh, yes. You're ready, right?" ask Diwangga


"Bentar mas, Anggi take Anggi's bag first." Anggi immediately passed to his room to take his silver list gold handbag


After Anggi took his bag, he immediately went out to meet Diwangga. Before leaving, he first gave Lia and Luna a message to lock all the doors and windows. They also say goodbye before entering the car driven by Diwangga.


Cars are splitting the road. The night was quite quiet and the air was cool because this afternoon was raining. Diwangga drove his car in silence so did Anggi. They are busy with their own thoughts. Praising each other inwardly watching each other in silence. Diwangga is confused to express his love for how because all his life he never dated. After meeting the idol of the heart, he even immediately intended to marry her. After all, dating after halal will be more beautiful and delicious, not. Halal, so free donk want to do.


"Ekhemmmm... " The neighbour cleared his throat to break the silence


Anggi seemed to glance at Diwangga at a glance while smacking a smile.


"You're so beautiful, tonight. I swear, I'm fascinated. It feels impatient to halalin you." said Diwangga while smiling


"Patience, there are only 10 days left! But do we not have to do anything, mas? I don't feel good about your mama." said Anggi unkindly


"Any yes, usually lewatin 1 month just like a cepet really, but this, wait 2 weeks it feels like a very long time kayak." said Diwangga lirih. "On the wedding preparations, I told you, you don't have to worry. All will certainly be sorted out in time" said Diwangga while glancing at Anggi from the rear mirror in front of him.


Anggi nodded his head.


"oh yeah, tomorrow the twins can go home? What'sthetime? Let me pick you up."


"No need, we can get Raju. You will be busy mas not to mention because too often take care of us, a lot of your work is neglected." said Anggi full of regrets


"Who's word is abandoned? Everything is safe and in control. For now, you and the kids are my priority. The safety and security of you and those children is now my responsibility. Let's not be husband and wife yet, but I already consider you a part of my life. I would feel very guilty if I could not ensure your own safety and security including by picking you up from the hospital."


Again and again, Anggi's heart always warms up every time he hears the words of Diwangga especially when he reveals how great his love and affection for his children even if only implicitly through action. He felt very lucky to know a man like Diwangga. He also felt very happy that his children would have a father like Diwangga, a man who was not only very kind, gentle, decisive, but also loving, caring, and affectionate. Truly Diwangga is the type of dream man according to Anggi . Anggi felt very grateful to God for the gift He sent to him at this time. Yes, Anggi considers Diwangga a special gift of the Power for himself and his children.


"As for me, as long as it does not interfere with the time and work." said Anggi with a warm smile, Diwangga also replied with a smile that was no less warm.


It only took about 30 minutes, Diwangga's car had arrived in front of the lobby of the Royal Hotel. The largest and most luxurious hotel in the city.


After arriving at the intended floor, Diwangga again led Anggi to always walk in line to the crowd of his friends who had attended first.


Diwangga non-stop smiling. This was the first time he had come to a party with a woman and it made him very proud. Diwangga never felt ashamed of the status of Anggi. Importantly, it knows for sure the properties of Anggi and impeccable in them. It was enough for him to make Anggi his life partner who would accompany him for a lifetime to close his eyes.


"Hi bro, how are you? Well, it's not alone anymore like that." said a friend Diwangga while glancing at Anggi who stood beside Diwangga


"Alhamdulillah good. Thank God, now there is someone who can be accompanied. Recognize, my future wife, Anggi." said Diwangga proudly


"Gee, hello know! I'm Doni." Donnie introduced himself


"Greetings know too. I'm Anggi." said Anggi


" But your face is very familiar. But who is it? You're not a flying fish tv artist are you?" said the man who turned out to be named Doni


"Yes, Don, his face is like a big familiar, yes! Don't my FTV artist cry?" guess another Diwangga friend


Listening to Diwangga's friends who were busy guessing who he was, made Anggi laugh. He laughed while closing his mouth. While Diwangga grinned, he really felt careless because one by one his male friends approached and over time swarmed Anggi. Maybe because Anggi's face looks familiar but they forget who. Maybe also because this time Diwangga invited a woman to be his companion. Diwangga is quite prominent and famous among his friends, not only because of academic achievements but because of the activeness of the man in every organization, especially student organizations during school and student affairs during college. Therefore, his friends, not only men but also women became curious.


"Ah, she is the owner of Anggi Fashion, really not?" ask a lady friend of Diwangga


"In a moment, I save the picture because I like the clothes" then another woman came and checked her phone to make sure. "Well, really! This is really the owner of Fashion Orchids, yes! Gosh, I can see you here. Can I have a minute for a photo?" pinta the woman


"Well, I want a donk too! Can you please, please?" please, another friend


Anggi looked to glance at Diwangga who looked sullen because his woman was busy mobbed by people.


"Sstt. don't see that, Mr. Lawyer's face, it's frowning. Permission used to be the same one that had gih!" the other ledek


"Ah, long time to wait for permission from him." then the woman immediately stood next to Anggi and took their selfie photos, as well as others alternately. Anggi wanted to refuse but he did not feel good. He does not want to be said to be arrogant by friends Diwangga.


After the photo session was over, Diwangga also invited Anggi to sit at one of the tables that had been provided for guests. The wedding was very lavish as it was held in the ballroom of the city's largest hotel. According to Diwangga his friend who is a man is a coal mining businessman, while the woman is an artist. Because Anggi did not like watching tv at all, he did not know the bride who turned out to be the artist.


Because of drinking too much, Diwangga was allowed to go to the toilet for a while on Anggi. Anggi seemed to enjoy the event that was being filled with the appearance of the capital singer. The song also melodious make Anggi washed away in the atmosphere of shahdu. Until suddenly came a voice that was quite disturbing, interrupting the daydream of Anggi.


"Hey you are the widow of a gatel" said one woman and Anggi still remembered the face of the man who insulted her


"Sorry, who are you talking to?" Anggi pretended to glance right and left. He knows the curse for himself but that does not mean he must be immediately provoked. There even confirmed it like a curse thrown by the woman.


"Not pretend to be stupid. It's clear what I said, loe widow gatel." scorned the woman.


Sontak Anggi stood up from his seat. His hands were carried across his chest. He will not show a weak face, which he will degrade even more. She has to be a strong woman. Abstinence from being bullied, let alone denigrated. With a sharp look in his eyes, he stared back at the woman.