
Dita waved her hand towards Juna who was still smiling strangely at him.
"Lu disturb him, I'll make you in pain!" gertak Dita growled.
Whether the bluff was aimed at whom, but lately, the feeling is always not good if you are close to men.
Finally Juna's gaze had changed normally, he had misunderstood Dita's very intense gaze to him.
"Dit, it's over, yuk in!" Take Juna to Dita.
"From there, dong."
Finally Juna invited Dita into the house. With a friendly look, he held Dita's hand. Juna's gaze tickled Dita's heart for a moment until Madam Sekar's call made them misbehave.
From a distance Mrs Sekar and Mrs Sinta her mother Juna smiled anxiously at the interaction of Dita and Juna. Just contact Dita to release their hand link.
"Aunty afternoon, sorry for long."
"It's okay, son. Thank you, for bringing Dita here."
"Yes, Aunt."
Madam Sekar hugged her daughter happily. A day apart from him can make a longing in his heart.
"Who are you? How are you not known to Mama?"
Madam Sinta glanced at Dita from behind Juna's shoulder. Maybe Dita's tiny body was covered in Juna's tall body.
"Alhamdulillah Son, you have finally come," said Mrs Sekar hugging her only daughter.
"Mom why don't you go home, promise only a day."
"Sorry, sweetheart. Mom and Dad's car broke down, good to see Aunt Sinta. Let's salim first!"
We immediately shook hands, and said hello, "Good afternoon, Auntie."
"Sore ayu."
Madam Sinta smiled kindly at Dita. Then bring them all into the house. Dita immediately followed the two mothers into the house.
"I don't feel good" he murmured.
Her feelings say, if this time her mother will match her with Juna.
"Sir Rama, this is my daughter" said Mrs Kusumo introducing Dita.
"Why Juna didn't blink when he looked at me," Dita muttered very uncomfortable.
It was seen once from the view of Juna who confronted him endlessly, with admiration that he could not understand. Lucky after getting out of the car, Juna's view of him has changed, no longer a gripping aura like before.
At the moment his gaze was ordinary but still Dita was uncomfortable. Dita had thought about what was actually being experienced by Juna earlier, but her daydreams collapsed when Madam Siska started calling.
"Son Dita, do you mind?"
"Ha-ah object what," he said.
While Mrs Sekar can only whisper to Dita. "You want Juna's fiancee?"
"Ha-ah, why so fast, we haven't met yet!" protested with his eye gesture.
"Where, Dita Son?"
"Eh, how come, I'll come, Auntie."
After that, however, a strange thing happened again. When Madam Sinta broke off the engagement date between Juna and Dita, a vase near Juna fell and hit Juna's shoulder.
"Aarghh ...."
Juna's hand was bleeding when he was hit by a broken flower vase. Dita approached Juna and cleaned the wound.
"Aren't you okay?"
Juna shakes.
"Quick dressing Juna's wounds, son. Pity his blood so much."
"Yes, Mom."
However, Dita's mind had wandered back.
Will she have the same fate as her previous husband who died after this? I hope it doesn't.
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Seriate