Juminten Charm
CHAPTER 99

In the eye shock, the two little girls who were in front of Juminten's eyes turned increasingly beautiful and tall. Hearing the ringing of his house phone, they ran quickly down the stairs.

"Mom, is that Mama's phone?" speak them with light.

"No, Miss. Madam has not had a phone call until now," she replied carefully.

"If the call is from Papa, is there?" ask the girl who wears glasses.

"Not yet, Miss."

The old woman they called Mbok hugged her employer's two children, "Come bobok the same Mbok! Later if they come, Mbok wake you up, yes! "

Just saying that, the entertainment answer for the two girls. Even at the beginning of her employer's marriage, they asked each time the news of their parents without getting bored.

The two children immediately returned upstairs, along with the old woman they called 'Mbok'.

"Here Mbok hugs." She hugged with both hands, as if she was hugging her own child.

The Juminten who saw, felt pity for their fate. At a young age they are already victims of their selfishness.

"Planets.. The earth's.. I miss!" his yell.

Late in the evening, the sound of the wind coming from outside entered their room. The sound of the house phone broke the silence, with the haste of the ripe Mbok running to the source of the sound.

"Hello. . Yes, Happy Afternoon. Whahuh? Miss Mila is pregnant? Good, I'll be going to school soon. "

Juminten was shocked to hear Mbok saying Mila's name. Does that mean he is dreaming? His hand tried to grab her cheek, again she couldn't touch it.

" Abah, please help me out of this dream! " his screams tried to stomp his whole body so he could get out of his dream.

"What about my school, brother?" asked Mala who turned into a teenage girl who wore a white and blue uniform.

"If you want to go to school alone, you don't have a problem. Let Bambang be your anter."

Making her blush in embarrassment, just by hearing her classmate's voice.

"Ciye.. Fancy Bambang," seduced Mila.

"Ah, no Brother. He's just fine."

Juminten closed his mouth, guessing he had been wrong. It turns out Mala harbored a love with her ex-husband since long ago. Long before she knew her husband.

"We're moving into a new house tomorrow, yeah. Let's be close to the cooperation of Brother." said Mila.

"I agree, Brother. Maybe they'll meet us, when they're lying stiff on a coffin with a scream of regret. "

Hearing her sister's absurd words, Mila threw the tissue in her hand, "Hus, it's not good to be desperate like that! Don't mess with death! "

"Sister, we don't have to whine for their attention, because we are the fruit of past love. Isn't that what Papa said? It seems they forgot, the fruit of love they said was the result of their own sweat."

Mila immediately hugged her sister who looked like she was struggling to hold back tears.

"I'm tired of living, brother! I envy all my friends. Why are we different?" his screams.

Mila hugged her sister tightly, letting her wet the clothes.

Juminten joined in crying to see the pain experienced by Mala and Mila all this time. Suddenly, Bambang passed through his body, and,

" Can I go to your house every day, even if we don't go to school anymore?"

Mala nodded timidly, Bambang hugged her.

"Thank you, Brother. From now on, call me brother, yes. Call it that, consider it a clean gladi."

"Later, not now." Mala hurriedly entered the house, but his hand was stopped Bambang.

"branch."

"Yes, thanks Mala! I'll go home first, yeah!"

Mala smiled happily as she waved her hand, ushering Bambang out of the house. Her faded smile saw Juminten who was still a teenager admiring Bambang every time they met.

"Oh my God, that's me at school." Juminten shut his mouth. Seeing the smile of the upper lip curvature of Mala, changed with the downward arch.

"Don't play here often, later if caught Juminten. I'm not good," she refused subtly.

Bambang ignored Mala's words and still chose to sit in their living room chair.

"You know, too, I wish this marriage was off or nothing happened!"

Juminten cried awkwardly to hear the words of the father of the twins, as hateful as his past when forced to choose to marry him.

Hearing the roar of the motorbike he knew, Mala ran over to him, "Why did I send a message not to reply? You're busy, aren't you?"

Bambang was silent and did not answer Mala's question. Even he was impressed to avoid, when the gaze of their eyes clashed.

"Dear one!" Juminten's shrieking sound from a distance, made Bambang smile widely.

"Eh, there's Mala. Want to wait for Mila?" tanya Juminten was dressed in white and gray.

Mala shook her head, "You guys be careful, yes. Me first!"

All the way home, Mala cried. Blame her words for accepting their marriage. Regret the loss of attention from Bambang.

"I love you, Bambang!" scream in the room.

Mila who was carrying Radit entered the room, "Sister! What did brother say? Insulate him. It's all your decision. Don't even think gini. “

" I can't without Bambang, I need Bambang. I love Bambang, Brother! " he shouted by ignoring the entire furniture of his room.

" Sister! " creepy Mila saw the blood pouring profusely in her sister's hand. They were sobbing three of them, with a frightened Radit hearing their screams.

Mala's cry suddenly stopped being a smile, "Sister, I have an idea that they can separate and Bambang regained our same attention."

"You don't be weird, Deck! My sister doesn't like it!"

"Haha.. Bambang should be mine, brother! I won't let that unlucky girl**take it or bring the seed!"

Plaque!

Mila slapped her sister's cheek, "You must be aware! He's a man's husband! Sin you, ruin people's homes!"

"Why is Big Brother defending that unlucky woman? Brother must be inget, Bambang first love me than him! It's time for me to be happy! That woman already had everything, both parents who loved her, my two best friends and now Bambang. Did you say I was selfish? God is not fair, to let him be happy for the rest of my life is not! "

Juminten closed his eyes, his tears streaming down to see how cruel he could take the happiness of Mala.

Juminten tried to grab the hand of Mala who was nearby, "I'm sorry, Mala. Why didn't you tell me from the beginning, that you like Bambang?"

Hearing the moaning of his wife's cries, Eka immediately ran into the room.

"Honey.. Wake up!"

A soft pat on his cheek, made Juminten wake up from his dream. Cold sweat comes out pouring profusely, accompanied by fine feathers that come bristling.

"What dream, baby?" asked Eka who was restless all day, seeing his wife closed her eyes.

Juminten replied by hugging her husband tightly, her fear of being able to return her body had already come out.

"Where are the kids, Bah?"