Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Work Harder

"Father!" a little boy ran into Gandhi's stomach.

The man looked at his wife as well. Chaca smiled nodding her head as she rubbed the top of the child's head. The woman put her head on her husband's shoulder. They look like a happy little family.

Behind him, Friska was struggling to pursue the child. The two of them spent time in the park every afternoon after work.

"Reyhan, don't be the same Om." Friska tried to pull her son's arm slowly. Reyhan is still flinching.

"It's okay, Ma'am, his name is also children" Chaca said.

Friska sighed in relief. He was worried that Chaca would not accept any reason. Gandhi invited him to play after getting permission from his wife.

Now Friska lives with Chaca. Friska started to open the conversation. Gandhi's stature and appearance are similar to her ex-husband.

Reyhan always asks about the whereabouts of the papa. Friska was only able to show her photos. Because in reality, Reyhan's biological father never looked at his flesh and blood.

'Oh, I'm sorry, Reyhan. She must have missed her father so much, ' Inner Chaca saw her husband was chasing with the boy.

He imagined that the boy was his real son. It'll be so happy. Gandhi loved children, whoever it was.

"Mister, be patient. Hopefully later Mbak will get happiness," said Chaca sincerely cupped Friska's hand.

Friska nodded her head. He saw his wrist. He and his son have been playing in the park for a long time. So, Friska decided to go home soon.

"Darling, let's go home. Om Gandhi also wanted to go home" Friska shouted to her son.

Reyhan initially refused, but was gently persuaded by Gandhi to comply. Friska immediately scooped up the body of her son's bully and bid farewell home.

"Gan, I'm sorry to keep taking care of you" said Friska.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Counting the exercises" Gandhi said.

The sleepy Reyhan fell asleep on his shoulders. He was tired of playing all day. Gandhi rested his body beside Chaca.

"You home? Or where else?" asked Gandhi to embrace Chaca's shoulder kissed next to her cheek.

"Rome home, it's late afternoon," Chaca asked immediately agreed by Gandhi.

They got out of that garden chair. Chaca was writhing in her husband's arms. Gandhi occasionally teased him while pinching his nose. They walked with laughter.

Gandhi drove his car in a relaxed manner. Although the road to his house was so quiet. The housing complex is new, not too crowded.

Arriving at home, the two hurried to clean themselves up. Then choose to relax in the garden in front of his house. Gandhi turned part of his courtyard into a fish pond, making a fountain and filled with flowers around it. He always wanted to make his wife comfortable.

Chaca sat on the edge of the pool, playing her hand in the waters. Many fish filled the pond.

"Darling, don't sit there too late" exclaimed Gandhi leaning on the swing.

"Why?" sahut Chaca looked at her husband.

"Later the fish dizzy," Gandhi sledged his chin with both hands.

Chaca frowned, confusion doubling her. Then Chaca went up and approached Gandhi and sat down before him.

"Can't you?" tanyanya's confused.

"Yes, because you're too pretty. Especially if the fish see your smile, they must be drunk," Gandhi always made him blush.

"Well, how can it be like that?" elak Chaca pinched her husband's nose.

Chaca sat down next to her husband. He leaned on the warm embrace of the man. Enjoy the twilight with the coolness of the wind that is getting hit. The bodies of the two slowly swayed.

Chaca opened her voice, saying everything Friska said in the park. Gandhi was not too enthusiastic about it. He just continued to hold his wife's body while kissing the top of his wife's head.

The smell of shampoo that was on Gandhi's nose made him feel more comfortable with the position.

"Darling, pity Reyhan huh?" chaca said after she finished telling the story.

"Not to be too thoughtful, we do the best, dear," sighed Gandhi who disliked Chaca's over-attention with others.

Somehow Gandhi was afraid, Chaca's kindness would be used by certain parties. Gandhi always thought ahead. It's not about negative thinking about people. However, given the innocent Chaca he grew even more worried.

"Mas, just as I was watching, you were fit to be a father" muttered Chaca raising her head.

"I want azan magrib. Later only," said Chaca tightened her embrace, slapping her head on her husband's chest. Inhaling the fresh and masculine scent that oozed.

Gandhi was getting more and more anxious. The day grew darker, leading them to rush into the house. Until the time that Gandhi had been waiting for has come. He could not wait to unite the love of the two.

Love grows and blossoms, even more blooming from day to day. The two complement each other's flaws. It was a long night for both. Moans, moans and moans filled the entire room.

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In an apartment that is not too luxurious but large enough to be lived by someone, there is a man who is not calm in his sleep.

Time has shown at 10 p.m. He was still trying hard to close his eyes. But it's hard for him to do.

Bryan sighed, then got up from his room. He walked slowly to the kitchen, maxed out his favorite canned drink.

"Damn it, too," he complained when he saw the refrigerator was empty. No food or drink.

Bryan decided to leave. He found a minimarket not far from his apartment. Bryan was walking because his bike was still in the campus parking lot. And again it seems still unable to ride a motorcycle.

Bryan took the shopping cart. He walked down every aisle of canned food, snacks, instant noodles, eggs and also some drinks. Not to forget he also took massage oil. Bryan did not bring the basket, but continued to kick it.

Arriving at the cashier, he asked the help of minimarket officers to lift him to the table. They think Bryan's a song, putting the shopping cart away just won't. Not that his hand hurt.

Without realizing it, it turns out that there are so many groceries. Until he was confused how to take it after he finished making the payment.

"Can you please bring groceries to my apartment? My hands ache, it hurts to lift this weight" Bryan told the cashier there.

'It turns out his hand hurt. Kirain he's an arrogant man, ' the inner officer.

"Oh, good sir. In a moment, I call my friend who already wants to go home," said the cashier.

They have changed shifts, minimarket is open 24 hours. Before long, the man in uniform came out with a girl in the same uniform. But covered in a jacket, apparently he was ready to go home.

"Where do you want to deliver?" ask the girl to her friend.

Bryan turned his body, now he was faced with the girl pigtailed the horse.

"It seems familiar" Bryan said, recalling.

"Sir Bryan? Andin this, sir," he exclaimed excitedly.

"Ayeah, you are often the same Chaca?" he said it was immediately embraced by Andin.

The girl sparkled, it turned out that the person she was going to take was her own lecturer. Andin then took Bryan's groceries. Both of his hands were full of the man's groceries.

There was no conversation on the road. Andin followed Bryan every step of the way to his apartment. Andin stood at the door.

"Please put it in the refrigerator, yes" said Bryan when he reached the kitchen.

There is no reason to make Bryan turn around, he was surprised when Andin was not behind him. Bryan went back to the front to find the girl who was grinning the horse.

"Why stay there?" ask Bryan.

"The Father has not yet accepted. It's not polite, sir," Andin said.

Bryan patted his eel, 'how innocent and polite this girl is, ' he thought.

The man then let her in and took her to the kitchen. He was also asked to arrange groceries in the refrigerator. Andin did it deftly.

"Sir, where is the massage oil placed?" yelled Andin from the kitchen. Bryan was watching television.

"Take it here," he yelled a little.

Andin approached him, surprised to see Bryan's swollen right arm.

"Why is this, sir? Oil make this massage?" asked Andin reflex to sit down next to Bryan.

A moment later, he stood up quickly. "Sorry, sir," he said nervously feeling disrespectful.

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