My Beloved Perjaka
What's your hat for?

I glanced at Abhimanyu who got into my car and left his girlfriend in the parking lot. Where is his girlfriend just relax. That's right, not friendly. Should if they date his girlfriend in between home not even allow with roomy chest of auntie. Do not know what, the widow has a million ways to hook a young man like Abhimanyu like this. I brush, cry, roll.

"I'm ready, Auntie." said Abhimanyu. It's so nice that he's sitting sweet, even crossing his legs feeling like I'm really his personal driver. How insolent he is, how many times he wants his revenge.

I turn on the car engine, because I'm thinking about something at home, let this one teenager be spoiled with me. If I am addicted, I accept it with pleasure.

"Well, it's up to your house. Down there. Tell me Mama, Aunt can't stop by now." I said as I pressed the seat belt button.

Abhimanyu removed the seat belt from his body and tried to tidy up his slightly tangled clothes.

"Thank you, Aunt." Abhimanyu took off his baseball cap and put it on my head.

I'm sculpting. Why else is this a teenager. Want to make my heart's pellet hat?

"I'm waiting for the motor tomorrow, tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, or tomorrow!" In a relaxed style he tidied his hair with his fingers.

I cleared my throat as Abhimanyu pushed against the car door and a thud rang out. I watched him enter the house, after he really did not appear again to take his hat. I smile.

"Don't hat, Bi. The other Aunt accept, your kindness, your smile, your heart, let alone the others, ah. Bella otw is crazy."

I turned on the car and drove it without having to rush because papi Narendra's arrival at home must have made me not calm.

"What's up, mas?" ask me after getting out of the car without taking off the Abhimanyu hat. While the man I loved wholeheartedly yesterday was waiting for me on the porch with a cup of coffee made by aunt Marni.

His shirt was scuffed, I also put my confidence that after the trial he did not go to the office. He smells a little alcohol. Looks like his condition is the same as mine, being fragile.

Papi Narendra stood up, for a moment his gaze moved to the hat I was wearing. I was proud to touch it. The hat of a former prankster teenager who had run me two million in an hour. That's a great teenager. I've spent nearly ten million in the space of a week for him.

"Why mas? Take your things, please come in." I said without emotion. Although in my heart I hope not to, the goods let me sell here.

"Tumben you wear a hat?" ask Narendra quietly. "Not that it'll ruin your hairdo."

I smiled a little. I really like his reaction now. He still remembers I hate wearing hats. But now I turned over his hat the way Abhimanyu was.

"You want my hair to fall apart who cares, I have no reason to look perfect in public or at home. I am free to express myself now." I replied.

Papi Narendra looked surprised, and looked at my face as if he could not believe me saying that.

"I'm in a hurry to get home to see you, what are you doing here? Isn't it our business now through the adjutant?" my nag.

Narendra shifted his eyes. Looking at the yard of the house that tomorrow I will find my own ornamental plants. I asked the gardener to beautify the look of my yard.

"My audition doesn't understand the important files in my workspace!" he nodded with a heavy voice.

"Let's go in. Just take your things from my house because I don't want any of your memories in this house!"

I steadily entered my house. Passing through the living room that is still clearly displayed our wedding photos.

"What's up, Nyah?" he asked with a surprised expression. "New hat, Nyah? How ugly."

Sempuls. I took a breath, ignoring it.

"Help take care of his office. Make sure my things don't come with me!"

Aunt Marni nodded. He hurriedly followed the steps of Narendra papi who instead went into the room.

Broken already my plan to sell papi's stuff.

I put my tote bag on the table while my eyes kept seeing my ex-husband roll his long sleeve up and open the closet. He took out his clothes and put them on the bed.

"The car in the garage will be yours, Bella."

Should I help him pack his things?

"Thank you, don't forget the BPKB is staying" I replied.

I sat myself in the usual chair we both stopped by for foreplay. "Where are you going to live?" many ensure.

"The big house." Narendra.

A big house with all the luxuries that are not in doubt.

"Can I make sure now that the house is having our divorce party." I said cynically, the parents of the Narendra papi must be happy that his son is officially divorced. Now surely they will be busy betrothing this child with their business friends.

"You can't just talk, Bella. Do you think I'm easy to accept this divorce?" Narendra slammed a pile of his workcloth pants on the floor.

I shrugged my shoulders while standing up.

"You have chosen!" I jolt, "auntie, help me, hunt, let me get out of this house quickly."

Shortly after Aunt Marni returned with the large suitcase of Papi Narendra from our clothes room, I leaned against the bathroom wall.

I took off my hat and looked at him. Emang has long been in use, the edge of the tip of this hat the fibers of the fabric is already brodhol.

"You mean what the hell Abi loves me your hat. Do you think because you said I was Auntie upset, you know I'm upset?"

I take off my clothes while releasing tired while soaking.

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