Married With Friends
CHAPTER 3
In front of the house Tari brought a suitcase in aid by Andra her husband, they will leave her parents.
Start a new life in their home as husband and wife.
"Sir ma'am, Tari will definitely miss the same father and mother." Isak Tari hugged his mother and father.
"Here you are, son, there is no need to cry.
later if there is free time here, stay here." said Sumi.
"Yes, son, it's not far from here to your home, it's still a city.
Yasudah tahasian your husband from earlier waiting." added Mr. Syarip.
Andra stuffed Tari's suitcase into her car, and said goodbye to her parents-in-law.
"Sir Ma'am, we're leaving.
Mother is equally healthy father well, if there is anything do not hesitate to contact us."
"Yes son, tari tiip well take care of him well, guide him son." said Mr. Syarip, his eyes teary heart felt empty because it would take off his favorite daughter.
But Mr. Syarip believes his choice to make Andra as husband of Dance is not wrong.
"Yes sir, Andra will do everything you can." replied Andra.
In the car there was no talk at all Andra focused on driving and Dance focused on the road.
"Why is he?" since he had seen Dancing moody, Abdra thought maybe because Tari parted with his parents.
"I'm sorry I tar." Inwardly Andra
"Dra why the hell are we moving into Loe's house? why not stay at my mom's house?" sulcan Dance.
"It's not that if you stay in our house, you can freely call me Tar.
no need to call me because I'm afraid of you.
Hahaha amused to know." Andra laughs, he feels amused by the call because the one calling mas is his own best friend his silly friend.
"Yes too, hmm including we can freely sleep separate rooms right?" dance with sparkling eyes.
"If it's like it can not deh, because you know yourself in our house only one room.
Yeah, unless you want to sleep in the living room." Andra said.
"So we keep sleeping one room?" tanya Dari pout.
"Don't frown that's it, just sleeping doang also why should be in trouble anyway?
the same temen itself is very" said Andra.
Dari stared at Andra jengah "Yes my problem is now a husband."
"Where is it trying? husband and wife sleep one room? you're a weird Tar." Andra frowned her forehead.
"Yes.yes I'm scared." Nervous Dance
"Fear why? I'm not going to eat tar, the most chirping little hehehe." asked Andra ambiguously.
"What the hell is dra? you think I'm eating what's on the chip?" Angry dance.
"Yeah my Tar joke, I don't know aja ten loe also like to joke. Don't get mad dong tar I bought in ice cream, will you?" goda Andra while raising her eyebrows.
"Tau ah, my males dra" replied Tari as she closed her eyes and sounded a subtle snore.
"Basic stuff*****." Andra grumbled as she stared at Dari's closed face, a face that was difficult to interpret.
Andra stops her car in front of her house, and wakes up Tari.
Andra told Tari to open the gate of her house.
Dance woke up and wriggled "already until well? so sleepy for me."
"Yes, open the gate!" edict Andra.
"Every young master." replied Tari sneered and got out of the car to open the gate.
In their home there is no security guard because they are not the CEO of the conglomerate (hihihi)
Andra took out Tari's suitcase and brought it into the house.
Andra's modest house, consisting of a living room, kitchen, one bathroom, two bedrooms and one other room, switched functions to Andra's workspace.
A large enough page can store cars and clothesline.
while opening the door Andra invited Tari to enter "please the princess." Andra invited Tari in.
Dance sticking out her tongue "wew 😛
also at home loe dra, neat clean." he murmured
yes, a simple little house is only enough for a small family like them, but Andra takes care of it nicely, Andra is a typical man who is quite diligent and likes cleanliness.
Dance through each room, see the whole room of Andra's house.
because even though they were friends from small but new dance first entered Andra's house, only showing a portrait of his house when the first time Andra managed to build his house, show Tari that he managed to build a house with his own hard work.
Not that Andra did not want to invite Tari to visit his house, just that Andra was afraid of being a slander for having invited a woman to his house because Andra only lived alone in that house.
Andra invited her into the room and showed her one big closet "There is only one closet, but my clothes are not too much anyway.
I think Load the clothes you enter here too, just set it up how do you" added Andra
"Oh yasudah I clean clothes first." replied Tari
Dari began to unpack her suitcase and take out the contents, she put her clothes into the closet.
One by one yes fold and neatly arranged, do not forget he also tidied up Andra's clothes, because it looks messy, accidentally he touched Andra's bermuda triangle 😄.
Mind Dance so floated everywhere,
when they were kids, they used to shower together when it was an emergency.
Because Sumi's mother Tari, the caretaker of the orphanage where Andra was cared for since childhood, Bu Sumi often brought Tari to work in the orphanage because in the house of Tari no one to look after her, mr. Syarip Dari's father also works out of town.
Ms. Sumi was forced to bring her son to work in an orphanage.
That's where Andra and Tari started to make friends, because in the same upbringing.
Andra and Tari were like sisters, when Bu Sumi was bothering to take care of the other children, not infrequently Bu Sumi bathed Andra and Tari together, because Bu Sumi thought they were small, because she thought they were little, andra was five years old while Dance was four.
They're one year apart.
"Iihh what the heck loe tar, kok loe jd ngeres gini brain, do not not not focus Dance focus loe do not think macem macem." in the heart Dance speaks alone while shaking the head.
"Hayo thought what the hell loe, must be thinking dirty again huh?" suddenly Andra came
"No, suudzon is a person." elak Tari.
"Lha what is it? why do you hold my Bermuda triangle? loe must be a dirty mirin, right?
aren't they? yes dong?" andra Goda.
dance's face looks red withstanding the embarrassment of "Kok she can tell ya? strange"ness.
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