My happiness is simple
Matres

Devan sighed, "Well, mom when to be chatty again. Why are you silent?".

This child, so all this time I was told to chat . look out .sawed Ms. Sandra, it felt like she wanted to hit him, hugged him congratulate him on his success. But he still held it.

Devan knelt in the garden paving. Bend yourself down even more. He kissed his mother's feet.

Raising Devan's head said "Well, said doctor Richard Mamah can go home. Now Devan takes care of the administration of the return home mamah ya". The right hand of Ms. Sandra, then a long one. Sandra looked at her son.

Devan smiled, then got up, "Din... Titip my mom first yes".

The girl smiled, "Go !".

Not long after the departure of Devan who is taking care of the administration. Suddenly mama Dina came.

Jeng Sarah, what's he here for. Does he want to bully me again ?.

The look in Bu Sandra's eyes signified her dislike for a middle-aged woman who was currently walking over to her and Dina was.

"Mama.."

"Honey.mama looking for you, it's here". A snide glance was thrown at Ms. Sandra who was sitting in her wheelchair.

Dina smiled, her hands massaged slowly the shoulder of Ms. Sandra in front of her.

"Darling, you don't get tired of taking care of unimportant things. Tomorrow night will launch your skin care products. Mama does not want her owner even less beautiful than her ambassador model". From the tone of voice once mother this one mother is provoking her daughter.

"It's okay, mah. Dina likes to fuck her up. Dina still wants to take care of Aunt Sandra".

Miss Sarah rolled her eyes. It was hard to persuade her daughter.

"Well, I'm kebelet. Please take care of auntie for a minute !". Said Dina to her mother, then squatted in front of Ms. Sandra. "Tante same mama Dina first yes, Dina want to go to the toilet for a while". Pamphitt.

Although the sour face of her mother accompanied Dina's quick steps, the girl still left Ms. Sandra at her mother.

He was sure, his mother would not hurt because Miss Sandra and Miss Sarah are friends, even they intend to match Dina with Devan. It's just that these few days Mama Dina was always cranky. Do not accept his daughter always made a free nurse by his best friend.

What's more, Ms. Sandra can't do anything right now, just talk to her can't. What will be the future of his daughter.

Not married alone Dina already had to be busy taking care of in-laws who suffered a stroke and only became a statue in a wheelchair.

"See your condition jeng ! Dina's future is long. There's no certainty Devan gave my son anyway".

Sarah looked to breathe.

"It is enough that my husband has served your family. Until the end of his life he was loyal to your husband. Now let my son be happy with others without being overshadowed by your family".

Regretful that Sarah felt when Dina began to admire Devan, but the man did not reciprocate his daughter's feelings.

If at that time he did not force maybe his other friend's son would come to ask for help.

Standing across the chest in front of Bu Sandra's wheelchair, Mama Dina was straightforwardly expressing her unmeasures.

"Honestly, I regret ever rejecting Anis's proposal to Dina for her son. Now it's Mapan, rich, especially after the restaurant went viral at that time.

Now his efforts are everywhere. Have a private jet and that can obviously make my son happy. Unlike Devan, who just because of your company's past love is almost abandoned". Sarah threw her face the other way.

Ms. Sandra's gaze was straight ahead, but her ears always heard the boos from her social friends.

So that's all you're after. I thought it was your good intention to unite our children because of your husband's dedication to my family.

The reality is no more than a matre widow who uses her daughter to hook a dirty man. Inner Bu Sandra glanced at her best friend.

True yes said people, you should assume friends are he who is there when you are down, not those who come when you succeed.

It's not in vain that I'm still pretending to be sick. It turned out that my ugly circle of friends was exposed at a time like this. Sorry mama Van.

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