Ex-Husband Love
9. Husband-to-be.

Deswita had come home with a sense of happiness, accompanied by a pleasant feeling of fatigue for him. The woman's heart was comforted, with her meeting with Ardian, a friend who had studied in the past.

Perhaps, it sounds selfish Deswita, by looking for her own pleasure without thinking about how Kelan she entrusted to her ex-husband, Andika. Why selfish? After all, Andika who was more selfish by heartless cheating with Amira until she became pregnant.

Just as Wita finished cleaning himself and laying down his body on the bed, the sound of knocking on the door was heard greeting his ears.

Wita was just silent, lazy to open the door. Maybe it was Andika who wanted to drive Kelan. Let it be, sometimes Wita wants to be cool and keep her distance from her ex-husband.

Until then the ringing of his phone, heard in his ear. Wita immediately saw, the caller who only listed a foreign number.

"Hello," said Wita lazily.

"Wita, open the door. I'm at your doorstep. It's me, Ardian."

Answer the caller later.

"Gosh, Dian. You follow me quietly to the house? Geez, wait a minute, I open the door right now," said Wita who was struggling.

Mama Kelan was not even concerned, with her appearance wearing only a home negligee along the bottom of the knee, and meeting an old acquaintance.

"Geez, Ardian," Wita opened the door, let Dian in and looked at the neat-looking man, "you know where my house is from?"

"Broad news. You don't need to know from whom I know your home address," Dian replied smilingly, staring around Wita's simple-looking living room. Minimalist, but well-organized.

"But I just got home. You must be stalking huh?" wita asked, raising her eyebrows next to her. Andika's ex-wife then turned around, and immediately headed towards the sofa, "let's go in, please sit down," invited Wita later.

"Especially not. Just want to find out where you live. Oh yeah, you live alone?" ask Dian full of questions.

"No, I live with my son, hence his name. Now that he's with his father, he's going home" Deswita explained.

"I thought you lived alone" Ardian later said.

"Oh yeah, what do you want to drink? cold tea, or warm?" tawar Deswita later.

"May if the tea is warm" answered Dian.

Wita nodded, and passed away, leaving behind Ardian who was sitting while circulating his gaze. The impression is simple, but elegant so attached to Deswita, since long ago.

Ardian still remembers how much he had longed for the widow of one child. Unfortunately, he did not have the courage like a man, to be able to express his heart to the idol.

Until soon, Wita came, with a cup of warm tea specifically for Dian. Not only that, there is a plate of chocolate paints presented, along with a cup of warm tea.

"I make warm tea, same lemon cake made by my friend whose name was Manda, Dian. Hope likes. Sorry, I do not have a lot of stock snacks," said Wita is not feeling well.

"No problem, I didn't come here for a snack, but wanted to see you," Dian replied as she looked at Wita, with another look.

Wita shakes in place. It's weird, Dian never looked at her this way as long as they were friends. Wita gets scared, if Dian has bad intentions for her.

"Dian, are you okay?" ask Wita later.

"I'm good, sorry to make you uncomfortable. Oh yeah, next weekend I have a sightseeing agenda, but since I'm alone, you want to, travel with me?" ask Dian blatantly.

"Where, huh, Dian? Not that I want to refuse, but I have a child that I can't possibly leave continuously with her Papa. Moreover, if you have to continue to interact with my son's stepmother. I'm just worried, afraid if something will happen that is not desirable," replied Wita bluntly. He doesn't have much sense if he has to lie to others.

"Why should Kelan be tucked away? Let Kelan be with us, and later we go together, vacation together. I don't mind, it will surely be rame if there is your child," said Dian.

The tall white man in glasses smiled, realizing the unwell feeling Wita felt.

"Huh?" Wita stared innocently at Dian, "are you serious?" tanyanya.

"Am I kidding you?" Dian asked back, publishing a smile on her sex lips.

"No, yes, if so, I want to accept your offer" replied Wita, "Oh yes, let's drink the tea."

Silence then decorates, letting Dian who sips her tea and Wita who is immersed in her own thoughts. For some reason, Wita just accepted Dian's offer.

The sound of the roar of the car rang out, when Dian had just put down her cup. I don't know who's coming.

Who the hell, is coming? Tumben many guests today?

Batin Wita later.

"Awhile, Dian. I peeked out first, I think there are more guests coming," said Wita a little reluctant.

"Please, Wita," replied Dian.

Wita's steps look light, as she exits. Surprisingly, Andika got out of the car, followed by Kelan who brought many toys, as well as many kitchen needs. Wita's heart melos, feeling as if she is loved and considered incapable by her ex-husband.

"Kelan," said Wita, trying to muffle the question that continues to milling in his brain.

"Mama, look, Papa buyin Kelan a lot of toys," said the boy, could not help his happiness.

"Good, now Kelan let's go in and get all the toys in the room, okay?" the Wita command is subtle.

Luckily Kelan nodded, and immediately entered the room without a care, there was Dian sitting in the living room.

The sensitive Rungu Dian, made Dian peek out of the window.

"Other times if between Kelan, do not need to bring things like gini, Mas. I can do more than buy!" wita firmly without further ado.

"I know you're capable, but this isn't just for you, Deswita, but for my son" Andika replied, glancing at a black sports car, parked next to her car, "whose car is this?"

Andika's eyes were sharp, fixed on Deswita.

"This? My husband's car. So, please don't bother me!" exclaiming Wita, answered with a stiff answer, making Ardian who heard from inside the house, suddenly like a hanger.

Andika's heart seemed to be forced out of her chest cavity.

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