Dream Crack
XM248. Hiding from the Canda
"Why Kennya bang, Mas?" Canda approached Givan who moved to his study when he called.
Givan shakes. "Nothing, Canda." He smiled at his wife.
Givan did not inform her that her sister Canda and her adoptive brother had contacted her again to ask for permission to marry. Givan did not want his wife to know first, Givan did not want his wife to be a lot of burden of mind because of it.
"I'm going out first, okay?" Givan actually knows, he'll get a joke if he leaves tonight. But he had no reason to go and see his mother-in-law.
"Are you the same as Ai?" Canda smiled bitterly by sitting near the work sofa her husband was sitting on.
"Kok Ai? There needs to be a little in that material." Actually, Givan could postpone that tomorrow morning. But, he intends to visit his mother-in-law.
Canda was prejudiced if her husband wanted to meet Ai who was staying temporarily at her in-laws' house. She thought her husband wanted to come to her parents' house, but eventually met Ai there.
"How many hours go? A five-hour? Three hours?" Canda knows, if it comes to her husband's work, she will definitely go home in the early hours.
"No, Canda. Two hours at the most? This is just the Maghrib as well. Eight o'clock or nine o'clock I'm home." Givan smiled broadly.
Canda nodded, unwilling to hinder the sustenance that would reach her husband's hands. "Yes, Mas. Don't wait a long time, I want to miss." Canda plays her husband's fingers.
"OK, okay. Later I stop to the minimarket or to the pharmacy, to buy a sarong deh. Kasian, my wife is itching." Givan embraces his wife.
Canda chuckles in shame. "Why are we getting here, getting stronger? That's it, I'm the only one asking, Mas's laughing. Aren't you curious? Don't need it?"
Instead of being offended, Givan felt his wife's questions were so hurtful. "I'm afraid you're okay, Cendol!" Givan scooped his wife's face. "I can press it straight in. But I don't want you to do anything, I'm telling you why because you gave birth." Givan ended up grabbing his wife's shoulder.
He brought Canda up, then walked outside his study. "But I'm safe for anything, right?" ask Canda in between their steps.
"How many days is it?" Givan shut the door to his study.
"Fourty-four days, tomorrow forty-five days," replied Canda later.
"Safe right? We usually play in forty days. You sleep first, it's okay. I'll wake up." Givan let go of his embrace and turned towards his room to pick something up.
Canda sighed. "Yes, don't be long." He entered their room.
"OK on, Beautiful." Givan saluted with his big smile as well.
"Wear the jacket, Mas. Would you like to bring some warm tea in a little thermos, right?" Canda always calls the thermos for small-sized stainless bottles. Because according to him, its function is the same as a thermos.
"No, I'll be outside a long time." Givan didn't want to talk too long, because the drink wasn't over.
"Oh, that's really good-looking." Canda held her husband's body and admired him up close.
"Well, that's why you're a clamp." Givan was praised even more and more boasting of himself.
Canda chuckled crisply. "But still a grandfather of a love of Cani. Looks more dashing papah and authoritative papah problem than, Mas."
"Mas is so too." Canda clasped her hands and sat on the edge of the bed watching her husband.
"I was systematic from the past as well. Once every two days, once every two days. At best, call it day or dawn if the old night does not materialize." Givan defended himself.
"And never the night take, Fajr take also." Canda glanced at her husband cynically.
"Once in a while, they often. Sok aja dengerin curcolnya Winda same Tika, if Aca is indeed equally strong, still derivative mamah. Comparable is the papah, the papah is so, mamah so. From the first embarrassment itself fit still young, this is an intense old man right, wet mamah hair continues." Givan approached his wife.
"So no one objected yes because it is equally comparable. If Mas juxtaposed female model Aca how?" Canda framed her husband's face as he was about to steal a kiss on his forehead.
"Pasrah is. Rise yes work, do not rise yes definitely ngecewain." He chuckled and then stole a light kiss on his wife's lips.
Givan re-raised his head, then walked towards the nightstand to pick up his wallet and the watch he used to wear.
"Have never thought, Mas. If mamah divorce the same papah Hendra, because strengthened problem papah Hendra systematic and mamah pursue deposit."
Givan laughed at his wife's words. So ridiculous in his opinion. "Even told me Hendra's papah fits on the porch of your family home in solo. Tell directly to the papah Adi, continue to be in the house what happened, because the exact same vein was different." Givan was wearing his watch. "I'm going for a second, Canda?" Givan was ready with his makeshift appearance but looked decent.
"Okay, don't go home at night. I'm waiting, Mas." Canda followed her husband and intended to take her husband to the porch.
"Okay, my wife." Givan walked straight to his parked motorbike. After returning from the hospital, he had to obey Ra to the minimarket. Ra envies seeing her sister's abundant container of surprise eggs.
The boy, too, asked to stay with Cani tonight. Givan had told Ghifar and Aca directly, so they would not have to pick up Ra.
Although one of his children lived with the care of Ghifar and Aca. But he did not let go of his son just like that. His education and teachings have always been applied to Ra's life. He also did not hesitate to invite Ra to follow every memorization and teach together. Sometimes not only did Ra participate, but Nahda also participated in the good activities.
"Assalamualaikum, ma'am...." Givan went straight in and up the stairs, not finding his mother-in-law on the ground floor of this place to sell.
"Wa'alaikum salam. Uh, have you come home?" Ms. Ummu looks surprised to see the whereabouts of her daughter-in-law.
He hastily turned off the iron that is still operating. However, Givan nakedly sees that his mother-in-law is ironing his children's school uniform.
"Kok Mother ironing? Canda didn't tell anyone?" Givan knew that ironing school clothes was a joke. However, he did not press if his wife chose to pay people.
"Capek said, just a few. Ummu's mother pointed at the basket of clothes she was carrying. He was not commanded by his son, but he pleased himself.
"Yes, don't want to." Givan saw that the uniform was just a few stels away. He knew the uniform would be used by his children tomorrow.
"Udah is fine, I don't mind either, there are no activities either. When's home, Van?" Ma'am Ummu switched the conversation.
Givan remembered his purpose for coming here.
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