Let's, Divorce
The Part 133
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After a long drama that was quite tiring for the couple, they were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief in the car. Andra and Viana were really just the two of them seducing the Prince to sleep so that the child was not increasingly suspicious if there was a Mother who helped calm down, she said, although in fact the woman has been waiting for some time in the living room with the husband who will be ready to replace the role of the child and his daughter-in-law.
They never get angry or protest when Viana and Andra want to come out when there is something important or just a snack outside. For the couple, the Prince is a medicine in a quiet time that does not pay off by anything. Although sometimes for Father, seeing the Prince is like seeing his daughter as a child, sometimes also dyed shadow of the ex-wife who had hurt her heart at that time.
"Let's go, Mom." with the spirit of 45 Andra directly pressed his car's gas pedal for who was hurtling to a destination that only he knew.
Yes, Viana resigned did not even ask at all where exactly they would go, which the woman knew only the matter of the hotel and 3 colors of Lingerie that would be worn later when they were together. Andra really took out some more clothes that will be carried by his wife with the reason he did not need all that.
The journey that either way will be spent by Viana sleeping, while Andra is still focused on the road in front of him with music that runs slowly so as not to get sleepy because no one accompanies.
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Not sure how many hours, which is clear they until the sun begins to rise. Andra who had turned off the engine of his car began to prepare to bring the wife inside by way of a Carp in the style of Bridal Style.
Check lek
The door of a room opened and Andra immediately laid his wife's body in the middle of the bed with great care, precious Viana did not continue to wake up.
"Wait a minute, honey," Andra whispered as she kissed Viana's cheek at a glance.
Andra who came out again from the room immediately met someone who was waiting for him in the living room.
"Sir, thank you yes, you can go home, later if I need help on the phone yes," Andra told the middle-aged man in front of him now.
"Yes, Den. Call me later, yes," he answered still lowered his head.
Andra who was very tired just nodded and gave some money to the father before he really left, after believing there was nothing else he had to take care of, You went back to her room where the Queen was now in her heart.
The jacket that he had opened, he threw the original on one of the sofas in there, you climbed into the bed and pulled Viana's body into his arms.
Tired and drowsiness that he felt off just like that when he looked at the plain face of his wife while on the forehead and the tops of his head as well, as a sign of how much he loved his halal woman now.
"I don't regret struggling to forget just to hang on with you, thank you for making me fall in love this deep, Mom."
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The bright sunlight that entered through the reflection of the window finally woke Viana whose sleep was enough. He wriggled in the arms of Andra who held him as if a prisoner.
"This where? like it wasn't a hotel room," he muttered who was still trying to gather awareness.
Slowly Viana took off to get out of the bed, she stepped towards the window and opened the not-so-thick gray curtains.
"But where is this?" he continued, which then threw a rough breath, and curiosity is what now makes Viana choose to come out of the room leaving Andra who is still asleep. He was sure if the man had just slept because his snoring was quite tickling in the ear.
Viana walked step by step while circulating her gaze, she still remembered recalling whether she had been to this place before but the answer was certainly NEVER.
"Hem, it's like a Villa, he said he wanted to go to the hotel, why was it at the top?" Viana rubbed her own nape again and again made not understand by a man who is none other than the father of her own son.
The amazingly beautiful scenery is now in front of the eyes, the cold and the wind in the morning can make Viana embrace herself.
But, he immediately remembered the Prince, as young as his age still makes him a mother who can never be far from the son.
A smile was reflected on the tip of Viana's natural red lips where when he imagined the adorable laughter of the Prince, until finally he chose to return to the room.
Inside the place, Viana searched for her goods that were somewhere. Every corner of the room he was looking for but his suitcase still he did not find included in the closet or corner of the room.
"Is it possible to still be in the car?"
The keys to the husband's luxury vehicle above the nightstand were hurriedly taken. With a hasty step Viana returned outside to the garage that she had seen while standing on the terrace some time ago
"Well, really!" Viana just took a small bag in the front seat and let her suitcase remain in the car, lazy it feels to take out the heavy enough object because the goal just wants to take a mobile phone.
Andra certainly did not have time to bring him because both hands he had used to carry Viana to the room.
Viana who has re-entered choose to sit on one of the living room sofas that are wide enough for the size of a Villa that may be used also for large family gathering space because there are several chairs big there.
The latest expensive phone that was in his hand was started by Viana, he looked for Mother's name contact first and ignored some incoming messages.
A good time is enough noon in Viana believed if her son must have woken up from his sleep after a long drama that does not want to escape from the arms of Mommy.
Once, twice to three times the sound of the waiting tone that was heard finally changed with the voice of the mother continued along with the presence of the beautiful face of the hijab woman. Yes, Viana does always make a video call when she wants to know what the Prince is doing when they are far apart.
"Yes, Vi, why? you've arrived, son?" ask Mommy directly ask questions.
"Already, Bun. Is the prince awake?" Viana asked back according to her main purpose of calling.
"Have, wait a while, the Prince is playing with Dad," replied the Mother as she walked from the kitchen to the dengan room.
"Honey, mommy phone," said Mommy while showing her phone screen in front of the Prince.
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Miiii.. Abul yaaaa