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RM188'S CHAT. Waiting for Nadya
"Hallo." Givan glanced at his wife who was sitting next to him.
"Yes hello, with whom?" Nadya forgot the voice of the man who had one bed with her.
"It's Givan." Givan chose to speed up his phone calls.
"Oh, huh? How's it?" Nadya was immediately ready to listen to Givan, even he was across the phone there looking for a place to be comfortable to chat with Givan.
"You can come here today, Nad." Givan immediately said his decision with Canda.
"OK, okay. I'm going straight there, Van. I'm on tour near your village." Nadya spoke quickly.
"Yes, I live at home. You can just stop at the white fence that's one house away from your mama's house, Nad." Givan told me where the house was.
Givan remembers Ai coming home from the hospital. He had seen Ai and his family gathered in front of his parents' house, he was worried that Ai had not returned to the inn and covered his chat with Nadya.
"Ready, Van. I'm going straight there." Nadya moved to prepare.
"okay." Givan turned off the phone.
Givan fiddled with his phone, not realizing that Canda was watching him.
"Don't keep the number! Just be careful if Mas gets drunk on his widow Nadya!" threaten Canda with a sudden pinch on her husband's thigh.
"Oh-oh." Givan reflex rubbed his wife's pinches.
"Yes, maybe you'll want to nengokin again, Canda. There's no way dong, if I don't keep the number? Have I ever been interested in widows? Try to remember." Givan replied casually.
"Kan Mas drunk my widow, just tell me the same."
His wife's answer, made him chuckle. He did not expect to hear an answer beyond his expectations.
"Yes except for you, no girl, no wife, no widow, no wife, no wife herself, still gnarly. I'd like to be confused p." Givan rubbed his wife's thighs covered in a daily dress.
"Lhh!" Canda listened to her husband's flirtatious voice.
Laughter Givan loose, then he hugged his wife with anxiety. "Fat again dong, rejoice dong. Not happy living with me?"
"You know what the problem is in me. I am happy, happy right. Especially if my heart I have too, not just physical Mas aja." Canda felt her husband's chest covered in t-shirts.
"Truly, without exception. I belong to you, Cendol." Givan snatched his wife's lips.
"Ouch!" Canda looks uncomfortable with the sudden attack he got.
"Grandpa fish are given bait, just a bottle," continued Canda later.
"Hmm, you're the one who used to be. Last night you slept first, you didn't keep your promise. I've been itching right, Canda." Givan took his wife's hand into his pants.
"No! Ew! Uhuh!" Canda looks resigned when he feels there is life there.
"Come, Canda. For a moment, Nadya has not come." Givan took his wife's hand to massage the point.
"Tonight, my. I can't get out in a hurry." Canda wants to do it with focus.
"Hmm, later while waiting for Ashar deh. I don't want to wait another night, you're usually sleepy." Givan let his wife's hand out of her pants.
"Eh, it's really hot in Mas' pants." Canda felt the temperature change as her hand went into her husband's pants earlier.
"Newly realized? It's always hot times." Givan is pulling his hair.
Givan squinted his eyes. In fact, Canda often put his hands into his pants. Did you just feel the heat this time? Because according to Givan, it is common and there is a scientific explanation if the property of men who are tense will rise in temperature.
"Try me! The first new cake had a husband. Yuk wait outside?" Givan took his wife out of their house.
"Come on." Canda followed the pull of her husband's hand.
"Mas, the children have not arrived in Singapore yet?" Canda filled the void of their steps with small chatter.
"Udah, just now. But in jet lag, directly on sleep. Fortunately, Ces wasn't fussy. We'll take Ces there later, if you're born, our baby's enough to travel anyway." Givan took his wife's hand to sit on the porch of Zio's house.
Some of their children were playing at Ghifar's house, the other half were invited by Yusuf to the store to buy goods. Quite quiet, but Zio was in his house by arranging plastic cups that he made like a pyramid.
"Can I go shopping?"
Givan glanced at his wife. "Without you asking for it, I'm definitely spending it, Canda." Givan took his wife's hand off.
He looked at the door of Zio's house that was wide open. His attention was distracted by Zio's nanny, Aliyah who was washing the walls.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Givan understood that the paint on the walls of his children's homes was covered with oil. Paint walls that will not fade, when washed. However, the activity of Aliyah is almost never done by other caregivers.
"My house is dirty, Dad. Hadi doodles miss you Ceysa at my house, I'm uncomfortable with writing at home. Later there I can not be brushed, because my brain continues to read the writing on the wall." Zio explained without shifting his focus.
"Where is Zio sleeping?" Givan rests his back on the door leaf of his son's house.
"Here, put on that folding foam mattress. Zio said he was embarrassed to sleep in company, Bang. He has dared to sleep alone" I Aliyah, by reducing his activities.
Givan just kept quiet, he started to think if his children already wanted to be independent? In a sense, they already do not want to live with being watched by their personal caregivers. Givan thinks he'll talk about this with Canda and his mother later. Since he had already thrown babysitter Chandra to take care of his mother's house, he was confused if he had to lay off his nanny who never complained while working with him.
"Mas, that's it." Canda distracts Givan, he points at the fence of his house.
"Oh." Givan moves in to open their gate.
He realized that a car had stopped there. Nadya who had not had time to get out of the car, immediately turned her car once the gate was opened.
The appearance that does not change, makes Nadya amazed to see her ex-husband. But, if you remember how strong Givan when he was angry made him lose his sense to praise about Givan's good looks.
"Dad...." Ziyan smiled widely and walked quickly towards Givan.
An unexpected hug from the boy, leaving Givan distraught. Because Givan felt forgotten about the face, because clearly the face of the little Ziyan and the mature Ziyan was very different.
"It's Ziyan?" Givan patted the shoulder of the boy who was hugging him.
Ziyan nodded and let go of her embrace. "Dad forgotten me?" Seen from his eyes, he was so happy to be met by his mother's ex-husband.
"No dong, just a pangling." Givan smiled broadly. He did not want to hurt the child, with the answer if he really forgot the child's face.
"Where was my old baby brother, Dad?" Ziyan was wailing to find someone she remembered her petite form.
"That." Givan pointed to Zio who focused on the arrangement of plastic cups that are already high enough.
Ziyan watched the boy who was so similar to her. It's just that Zio's skin looks more white and clean because he is completely taken care of and never plays in the hot middle of the sun.
"Zio....," call Ziyan quite loudly.
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