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"What I will do to Ria, it's just that I want the best for Ria, Mom. I don't need to think that I can be depraved to Ria. If I really wanted to damage him, I would have done it before. Only, I love him. Ria was Giska's cake for me. Now Giska was married, it was her husband's responsibility, it was spoiled to her husband. I'm always ready, if he needs help. Even if Zuhdi always said, don't be too spoiled for Giska, this is it. She may be her husband, but I'm still her sister. Even if I'm not his guardian because he's not a father, but he's one womb with me. What yes? From then on, I wanted a lot of little sisters, Mom. Be honest, Mom. I know where Icut came from, even though I love him, I consider him a sister, but less click the cake of my affection to Giska. Thank God, little sisters can't be much, many girls are loved." Givan chuckled small.
"It's about the genes of that mother, mostly girls, Van. Mother of four sisters all, Mother's children and Mother's sisters are all women." Bu Ummu knows how unfortunately Givan is to his brothers. But that doesn't make him jealous. Because Givan was fair enough to Canda's sister and himself. Givan always remembered to share his time and happiness with them as well.
"But I don't intend to change wives, even though the children of Canda are many women." Givan said with a bright look.
"Yes yes, can make allies later your children if you marry again" Umm's mother later said.
Givan laughed, then covered his mouth. "I changed women instead of being fit and happier. Uh, even more stress and inner pressure," said Givan later.
"Oh, yeah-yes. Zio's mom, huh?"
Givan was made to nod quickly because of that question.
"I'll excuse you, ma'am? I have a job outside, want to tell you that kind of kindergarten school has a lot of desk chairs." Givan got up from his seat and picked up the keys of his motorbike.
"Yes, Van. Ati-ati, wash your hands equally wash your face first if you just go home. Don't hold the baby or the Canda, you know you're bringing the sawan." Ummmu's mother got up and intended to lock the door.
"Yes, Mom. Assalamualaikum." Givan started down the stairs.
"Wa'alaikum salutations." Ummmu's mother came downstairs, intending to lock the door downstairs.
Givan continued his journey to his furniture house, then he turned to the minimarket before returning home. He had not bought a lubricating gel for a long time, he intended to throw away the old one because he was worried about being expired and would use a new one.
A stifled laughter rang out from a woman lining up behind Givan. Givan immediately turned his head, he was offended by the simultaneous laughter as he put down some of the scabbard that Canda meant and also some lubricating gel for them.
"Gee! It's not polite!" Givan knew who the woman standing behind him was.
"Udah pro, still use lubricant and holster. Wet it directly dong." Faiza mocked Givan so lightly.
Faiza was Givan's ex-girlfriend in high school. They had a relationship s**s, after Givan knew s**s with Aca.
"Not taught again. You're wandering around all night!" Givan was focused on paying attention to his computed groceries.
"Yes the name is also a single mom because the actor, just came home from work I'm at this hour."
Givan tried not to care. He was worried that his joke about his wife, about her searching for a widow, would happen.
"Okay, spirit." Givan immediately left, after paying and taking his groceries.
He did not want to get too familiar, with a woman in his past. Moreover, the woman was not married.
From far away, Faiza noticed that Givan was back on his bike and immediately turned to get out of the parking lot. He remembered Givan's crazy first. He's sure, if he stays with Givan first. He won't be happy, because Givan is hard to change. He understands, a person's soul mate and happiness are in accordance with the measure.
She never regretted her actions with Givan, because even from her husband she never felt it. At least, he had felt something happy in his life.
He was determined to never harass Givan, or any male household. Because, he also felt the pain of his household disturbed by a third person.
"Sniffles." Givan had already moved in search of his wife's whereabouts after she washed her face and washed her hands in the bathroom of her room.
"Geez, my beauty. What cooking nights?" Givan did not understand why his wife was in front of the stove.
"Hungry, Mas. I'm making autokowok." Canda glanced at her husband, then she stirred up her cooking again.
"What's that?" Givan looked at the contents of his wife's skillet.
Apparently, Canda was cooking fried rice mixed with fried noodles. Givan knew this food, the food he often bought when he came home early in the morning hungry.
"Is his name otokowok?" Givan chuckled at the name of the food he did not know. Because he only knows, if the name of the food is mawut noodles. He also ordered the fried rice merchant, with that name.
"If in Java his name is Magelan. In Cirebon, his name is otokowok," Canda explained, by stirring his cooking.
"I'm from Cirebon, Canda. I just heard this shit, did you really say?" Givan looked at his wife's cooking.
He is not too hopeful with the taste of Canda cuisine. But he was sure it didn't feel so bad.
"Yes the cake. He called it otokowok." Canda put out the fire. Then he grabbed the plate and also the spoon.
Unfortunately, she accidentally nudged her husband's chest that had not been perfectly closed. She felt ashamed of herself, then she tried to focus on her food again.
"You dong, Canda." Givan rubbed his mouth, worried that his saliva was falling apart because he wanted to taste the food.
"Come along. I guess Mas's a little late at home, so make it to my portion." Canda put the food on the bar table. Then, she took another spoon for her husband.
Givan immediately approached the plate and pulled out the available chair in his kitchen. They sat together, holding each spoon.
"You remember Faiza didn't, Canda?" Givan began to enjoy his wife's meals.
"Hmm, that ex-mas?" Canda still remembers the name.
"He'em, you know what?" Givan glanced at his wife's face.
"Tau, that neighbor of Giska's old house right?"
Givan, who initially wanted to invite his wife to berghibah, was even upset. "You answer me what, you don't know." He sighed.
"Eh, yeah-yes. What, Mas?" Canda chuckled small.
"She's a widow, a widow because of a third person. What kind of work is he? The nights just came home. You know, if in our place it's work for women scheduled to be up to four in the afternoon." Givan's tone of voice, leading them to take the show seriously tonight.
"Oh, yeah-yes. Giska tuh story, will be asked the same brother-in-law Giska the Faiza. He even took the answer. He said, yes to be a night butterfly, or a day cake butterfly, it's up to him. I know, Mommy." Canda lowered his tone.
"Oh yeah? Continues to? Continues to?" Givan followed his wife's story by continuing to enjoy his wife's meals.
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