Marrying the Virgin Widow (Senandung Dawn)
Part #20

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"Times, said Mama's this nightshirt anyway A'??" shena asked while showing one by one before Dawn.

He who is an adult man can only rub his neck because of shame, he who from home hid it from Shena in the store even in sodor by the service store.

"A', it's wrong, right?"

"Hem, look for a more polite and closed yes, do not the rich gini later catch a cold" replied Fajar, and her heart was beating so much that one of the night-time service clothes was placed in front of Shena's body.

The mind of Dawn certainly drifted to what he should not have imagined.

"I can keep scraping if I sleep with this," he murmured while returning to choose another shirt.

"Damn," the rude curse of Dawn who returned to sit, her chest tight when she remembered Shena clinging to the clothes less material earlier. Some are fluffy but not dough donuts because this shape is oval and blunt at the end.

#Heh

"Focus A'! please focus yes, the intention here is only shopping," Fajar bathin while kneading his temple. His head suddenly ached as something wriggled behind his pants, this was the first thing that was quite surprising to Dawn.

Over 30 minutes, Shena came back with a smiley face. Look more beautiful and teraway and the body contains when only some come with Dawn.

"Have you?" ask Fajar while getting up from sitting on the sofa.

"Udah, said his mother was waiting at the cashier," replied Shena with a lowered look.

Dawn immediately nodded and rushed to the middle of the store to make payment transactions without him realizing that Shena did not come with him.

"Thank you" said Fajar when all is done and as usual, the store will take you directly to the house so he and Shena never bother to bring groceries.

"Why are you standing here?" asked Fajar when he returned to where he was waiting for his girl to adventure looking for clothes.

"Hem, how much is it?"

"What?" Dawn asked with frowning forehead, today his brain a little long thought because several times saw what should not be seen.

"The book, Ma'am said it's good, it's good, it's suitable, it's beautiful, I'm confused," he said as he looked at the service of the store that was constantly thrusting a lot of goods at him.

Dawn just smiled knots, he pulled Shena's hand out of the store. But the girl held Dawn's hand until she stopped and turned her head.

"What's wrong?" ask Dawn.

"Where's stuff? what has been paid yet? your money is not enough, is it? sorry--" said shirih Shena, who he knew if shopping of course his goods brought home after wrapping. However, Fajar instead breezed free with nothing in his hand after from the cashier's table.

"I'm hungry." Dawn pulled Shena's hand back to continue.

Since he remembered Abah's message, Dawn went nowhere to find a restaurant. He remained inside the Mall while choosing what he could receive from Shena's stomach and tongue.

"We eat this, yes" asked Fajar, a ready-to-eat restaurant that is quite familiar to many people.

"Does it like chicken?"

Shena nodded and before long her eyes even glazed over, seeing that made Dawn look for a comfortable place for the two of them.

"Kok crying, why?" ask the man who is a little worried.

"Now you can eat chicken just as saturated, use sauce sambal and tomato, will you?" haggard Dawn holding Shena's hand.

"You, two can?" shena Pinta.

If the woman in front of him is now halal for him to touch, he would like Dawn to hug while agreeing with what was in Shena's pinta just now with the look of her innocent face.

But alas, Fajar could only nod now without taking off their hands.

And the twinkle of Shena's eyes was clearly she was happy when Dawn came with a tray containing Chicken flour which was not two seeds but two large containers.

"That's much? you can pay later, right?" shena asked and this time Dawn couldn't hold back her own laughter.

"If you can't pay, most asked to wash the dishes," kekeh Dawn, the young widow girl did not know if in a place like this would have paid for a new meal.

One by one, shena ate greedily, but only her chicken was sitting on the flour, she set aside, but Fajar is not angry about it because his guess may be that Shena is tired of his crisps that he often eats from the provision of roadside chicken flour traders.

"Let's spend the rest 3 more."

"I'm full, A'. This is more than enough. Later I can't get up" replied Shena who was holding her slightly protruding stomach.

"Yes, wash your hands there. Let's go home" Dawn said again.

"We don't do the dishes?"

Dawn shook her head, the incident at the clothing store was still making Shena curious. Dawn deliberately did not tell so that it could be a surprise that the girl when she came home later.

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The clothes are finished and the stomach is safe, now is the time for them to go home, Fajar does not want to break the promise to Abah. And for others can be followed later or can ask for help Bubun, Rinjani or Bintang.

But, I don't know when Dawn can introduce Shena while the big lady Lee never mentioned about the girl brought by her son.

"Huft-," a rude gasp in the Dawn's waste until Shena who was beside him turned his head.

"Why?"

"Hem, it's nothing, '" Fajar replied in a bit of a panic in shock as well.

The trip was continued with only the usual chat that occurred between the two. And how shocked Fajar was when the luxury car had arrived in front of Abah's house, the vehicle could not enter the garage because there was...

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Fathering... Bubuns...