My ex-Ipar Candidate
CHAPTER 279. The Pinta Tulus
Eroding the past, slowly but surely Randy will do. First love is not that easy to forget, but that does not mean it will not be replaced.
The night was getting late, Hulya said since she looked at it. Randy's eyes condensed, wanting him to live longer.
The Lord came after a long time accustomed to such deep pain and disappointment, no regrets in Randy, no late words in his life.
The space of his heart had been empty for a long time, and was now filled with this one aware of him. No matter how short the time God gives him, Randy will still appreciate it.
It was very difficult for him to fall asleep, not because he was uncomfortable, but because he wanted to look at that shady face longer, all night if he could.
Randy pulls the corner of his lips, resting his hand washed away in his wife's beauty. This feeling he had never felt, despite having a child from Sheina, but Randy had never felt this kind of thing.
"Mas." Those round eyes were staring at him sharply all of a sudden, while Randy who was daydreaming since was aghast in shock and could not control himself.
"Aarrr!!! Hulya, your eyes, Lord!!"
He moved away, his chest that had been pounding with love had turned into a panic that made him even tremble.
The atmosphere outside was raining, not infrequently lightning occasionally struck and quite deafening ears. Her face was deathly pale and Hulya immediately woke up to make sure her husband was okay.
"Sorry, surprised huh?"
"Maybe he asked, certainly yes ...jee, why must it suddenly glare so," said Randy still stroking his chest many times.
How not to be surprised, the atmosphere that was dominated by rain and night wind, and in his daydream suddenly Hulya woke up without warning.
"I didn't accidentally, why haven't I slept?"
Hulya asked softly, Randy's panic made her worry. Move quickly grabbing a glass of mineral water for her husband, where she knows if Randy is a coward.
"Thank you" said Randy after holding a glass of water up to the toilet, he did not feel thirsty but why his throat was dry.
The water was dripping on his chest, the pajamas were slightly wet and became the attention of Hulya's eyes. Although not too brave to take action, but his instincts moved by themselves and grabbed a tissue on the nightstand.
Randy said nothing, he just stared fixedly at his wife, whatever she was doing now. Indeed, not much to say, when compared with Jelita and Maya, Hulya can be said to be very, very quiet.
"Ehem, Hulya."
His hand clasped Hulya's wrist, his gaze now locked and implied another meaning from Randy's gaze.
"What?" hulya asked started to feel like this man meant something else, an adult woman who didn't need to learn much she already understood by herself.
"May I ask you something?" the man asked seriously, his smile so shady with a million hopes Hulya would want.
"Well, Mom, ask what?"
"If you ask not to delay pregnancy, what will you do?" Randy was confused about what sentence to say, but since yesterday he thought about this.
Not because he wants to rival Gian, but indeed from the bottom of his heart Randy wants a child from a woman who now managed to make it melt in a moment.
"Malah nduk, replied .. who is pregnant you about," said Randy, indeed he is not that good to be romantic, in contrast to the role he often plays on the screen.
"L-yes, it's up to you how good it is."
There was no reason for Hulya to get married, women seemed to clearly love children. Having the son of a man who became the leader of his life was the most sacred dream Hulya had ever wanted.
"Thank you, and I'm sorry if you didn't become the first woman for me, Hulya."
Not sorry, only she felt that Hulya's world was unfair if she had to be the wife of a widower like him. This woman was too holy, never even touched by another man. Randy was the first man to touch her, and it was in a sacred bond. Randy felt his life was filled with guilt.
No problem, whatever Randy's past is for Hulya is not a problem at all. For Hulya, who Randy is right now is the point. As her husband, which means Hulya's life is completely Randy's.
After the contract, not only did Hulya physically belong to him. But also, inwardly. Not the first time for Randy, but why he was nervous. Unbuttoning his wife's pajamas he trembled, let alone the rest.
"Calm Down, Randy .. You want to have kids, right?"
Randy thought, where the soul of the idolizer first. Why is it as shrill when dealing with a woman like Hulya, when there is nothing that should make her ashamed.
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"How long does he usually last?"
Gian impatiently, Budi said if Radha scratched his subscription chicken porridge. Why all this time, he thought.
"Usually 20 minutes, Den .. but do not know if for example bang Tonynya no ya forced non Radha waiting."
Budi's explanation upset him instead of playing, Gian intends to follow him immediately. The man was still wearing a nightgown, it was up to people to assume what.
Pr-brum ....
"In habit, why should it be in the gas so Den?"
Budi wagged his hands, inexplicably why Gian selau do such a thing if riding his motorcycle.
"Just ngetes, still can not," he answered casually, after making a noise with a motor sound that is enough to make the ear hurt.
"Wear the helmet, Den," said Budi carefully, this young master was impressed as he pleased and did not want to be arranged by anyone.
"Huh, just this decket, anyways just pick up the wife, sir .. not the race."
Yaya, of course Gian will have 1001 reasons and answers to justify what he did. Let alone the helmet, red light as if he did not show in life.
Drove so fast, Budi and Aryo can only shake slowly. Raka's two sons are indeed very different, and they are just trying to understand her personality.
Tracing the rich man's complex, with the sound of a motorbike that even makes his neighbor's pet dog bark because it might feel disturbed, Gian did not care at all.
What he was looking for was his wife, no matter if a horde of cows confronted him, drove at high speed, so it did not take long for Gian to find his wife.
"Astafirullah, heih why bring such a bike? Missed train?"
Radha stroked the chest, she who even walked on foot to find this porridgeer, while Gian casually made his neighbors emotional.
"Ck, why don't you say hm? Brother panicked you know not."
Gian's appearance with just pajamas and hair Random managed to hypnotize some women who were there. Admired, and this was a great sight for them.
"Choose, usually still sleeping, why suddenly nyariin," said Radha to justify her husband's hair is quite thick.
"I'm not satisfied hugged, carelessly ninggalin husband."
Please, Radha closed her eyes for a moment. The porridge of his order is soon ready, and Radha is already not sure to be here with Gian who makes it continuously the center of attention.
"Hm, let's go home."
Radha ordered quite a lot, not just for herself. Rhania's desire to miss the chicken porridge makes her willing to find her own because it has long not been a walk.
"I want to, too, but lots of it, sir."
Radha nodded, she thought Gian wanted to eat at home. But it turns out he was wrong, the man actually sat on the plastic chair while waiting for his order so.
"Sister?"
"Eat it here, I'm laper abis bring the bike, Ra." His face is very convincing, even though the distance between home and this place is not so far away, Gian may complain of hunger and as if weak in the world.
"Yaudah yes .. one more, sir for my husband," asked Radha so that Gian could enjoy his breakfast faster.
She did not expect her husband to like it, but previously Gian complained if Radha asked her to eat on the side of the road. And of course he will eat together, deliberately ordering more to be able to breakfast together first with his wife.
"Aaaaaa," said Gian to feed Radha, even though there are many people here.
"I can be alone" said Radha to take over his spoon, and with that quick Gian shook his head.
"Your hands are dirty, my brother is a bribe."
Well, it seems like it should be. Radha had no other choice, refusing also for free. What is clear at this time he only needs to put the face of the wall even though the shame is as big as a mountain.
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