Married Three Breeding Widow
99. So the Story is Jealous
"So the story is you are jealous of Mas Bima?" juwita asked, so understanding the problem of why the former widow with three sons of Sontoloyo suddenly acted strange.
Is he even jealous? Seriously, jealous?
Adji immediately nodded. "Not call me."
"Jaudah, call Om."
Adji's hand stretched out, rubbing Juwita's face just to silence her mouth. "Not to."
Juwita is just a buzz, because it wants to be thought of using anything will also not run out of thought. Could he be jealous of your brother?
Bima. It still makes more sense that he was jealous of Adit suppose? Or Sandy?
Yes yes indeed nothing is impossible, especially after Juwita knows the feelings of Abhimanyu, but these fathers think healthy cake.
Masa Juwita hugs in front of him with a person who is not a muhrim? That's how great Juwita is in Adji's eyes until he dares to hug with his affair in front of Father, Mother, Mama and Papa-in-law?
That's not sane, Dad.
"Emang Cetta's your second, tuh." Juwita pinches hard on Adji's cheek, feeling like he's old while the father is actually a boy. "Basic, basic, basic. Ih, I bit you too."
Adji is comfortable being mellowed. "Yes you yesterday why hugged me like that. I'm squirming into emotion."
"Emotion doesn't get to kayak gini either, Father."
Juwita was really anxious until she didn't stop pinching Adji's cheek. No matter how she grimaced and her cheeks were red, Juwita vented her anxiety by pinching her.
Adji resigned in the end too. Sit with Juwita until she is bored, and also lie her head to Adji's shoulder.
It also went up suddenly for breakfast. Everyone downstairs must be on why Adji and Juwita went up. So yeah, how else?
Instead of complaining, Juwita enjoys the time.
Slowly, the atmosphere also calmed down. Adji rubbed Juwita's bare back, enjoying a touch of skin alongside the skin between them.
"Everything that hurts you, I am safe."
Juwita drew abstract writing on Adji's biceps skin. It took a moment of silence to reply, "You want anything?"
"As far as you. You're in trouble, you're the victim. You want anything, I'm shrewd."
"What kind of pa-pa kayak? You're not a cop, are you?"
"Well I'll see Ajeng again, can you?"
Adji nodded, because Ajeng now also can not why-what Juwita again. If Juwita wants to retaliate by banging a brick into the head of everyone Adji holds he can.
They have no power to dwell in front of the shackles that Adji is putting up now.
"You still want to see him? You're the one who knocked him out at Abhimanyu school?"
Juwita turned her eyes, not wanting to be a suspect.
"I won't ask. It's no use either."
Yes it is better not. You see, if he asks, Abhimanyu's actions yesterday can be smelled by Adji.
Not that Juwita wants to hide Abhimanyu's mistakes, is not it. Only, Adji was his parents. The feeling he had for Abhimanyu was stronger than that of Juwita.
If he is angry then obviously he is more angry than Juwita and if he is disappointed he will be more disappointed than Juwita.
Juwita just wants Adji's trust to Abhimanyu not damaged, because the damage is also not Abhimanyu but Ajeng. The child was only a victim this time. Pity him if he is even charged.
Unless Abhimanyu repeats the same thing. Even if once again framed, Juwita will be frankly cruel to Adji.
"I just want you to know."
Adji pushed Juwita just to look her in the face, rubbing her cheeks.
"I don't want you to do anything else. I don't need you to do anything, who bothers. My urine, dear children, hangout may be the same Mama, it's enough. Don't go to the hospital anymore."
Juwita snorted, but not in a negative light.
"I love you, Mom."
Adji smiled a little. "It always has to be."
"You?"
"It depends."
The next second Adji shouted, because his jaw Juwita bit hard.
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