My Husband Badboy
CHAPTER 64

Having a complicated life makes anyone complain, even though he is a very patient person. Because a person's patience has its limits.

Like the current Gita, his life has always been filled with problems, his young age must bear it all. Beyond this ordeal of his life, surely anyone will not be able to. Just happy for a moment there are more problems that arise. Is the Gita destined to be unhappy?

Gita continued to cry in the taxi, causing the driver to ask questions. Because the sound of his crying was so bitter that the driver also felt the sadness.

"I'm sorry if I'm sassy, why?" asked the driver to call Gita 'neng' because he saw from his young face.

"Hiks.hiks..there is only a small problem sir." replied Gita sobbing. Gita is the type of person who does not like to tell stories, he will be alone.

Isn't that the kind of person that's more dangerous? Not really..

"Where do you want anther?" ask the driver who does not want to ask more deeply, afraid to think it is not polite.

But in the heart of the driver was actually worried about the state of the Gita, because he saw Gita like he saw the child waiting for him at home. It looks like she's the same age as Gita.

"To housing The River sir," said Gita slowly while trying to stop her crying.

Gita does not want her mother or mother to worry if she sees Gita coming home without Dimas and crying anyway. Poor Dimas later in salahin.

"Well neng, hopefully the problem is quickly finished yes and neng do not be sad anymore. Mr. do'ain neng is always happy." said the driver.

Gita smiled bitterly, "Thank you many sir for his prayer may all also turn to the father." the driver nodded.

Along the way Gita just keeps quiet, thinking about what if tomorrow she meets Kiara. He had to tell the girl what, the good girl he wanted to be friends with. Ah it feels so hard.

Gita got down from the taxi after arriving at the gate of the house and paid the fare listed do not forget to also exaggerate for the good driver.

Pak Harto opened the gate for Gita, seeing the reddened face of Gita made Pak Harto ask and worry about this young lady.

"Non Gita why? not just the Dimas pick up non." asked Mr. Harto.

Gita smiled, "No papa sir, yes but usually there is a small problem, you don't tell anyone." he said.

Mr. Harto nodded obediently, "Where to go?"

"At least until the pack." after saying that, the sound of the car's clason was heard from outside and could be confirmed it was Dimas.

"The father of the gate was open, yes, no" said Mr. Harto and was nod by Gita.

Gita still stands near the post waiting for Dimas to enter the house together. Gita does not want to be selfish, this is not the fault of Dimas, the meeting with Gilang and Farhan was just a coincidence. Therefore, the incident was not because of Dimas.

"Why did you get back in a taxi, are you okay?" ask Dimas to panic.

Gita nodded, "I don't papa sis, I was so emotional that I stayed brother. I'm sorry." he said softly feeling guilty for leaving just like that.

Dimas rubbed the top of Gita's head, "Next time don't get rich that's it, I'm worried." he said attentively.

Gita nodded then smiled warmly. Seeing the incident, making Mr. Harto smile, Dimas did not choose Gita wrong to be a wife. Because his personality is good and also patient.

"Judah we come in, you also have to clean up." Dimas and Gita nodded.

"Sir, I'm the same brother Dimas entered first ya." said Gita to Mr. Harto.

"Yes non, happy always yes." I don't know what kind of answer this is, but Mr. Harto always pray about this for the couple in front of him.

Dimas took Gita's hand to enter the house. Arriving inside the house he saw Ratih and Terry were watching television.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Gita and Dimas together.

Ratih and Terry automatically turned their heads towards the voice, smiles rising from the two middle-aged women.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Terry and Ratih at the same time.

"Where are you guys, waiting to eat malem but not go home." said Terry.

Gita glanced at Dimas and whispered, "Whom didn't you tell mama that we wanted to eat out?" tanya Gita whispered.

Dimas shook his head, and made one pinch land on Dimas' stomach.

"Awss hurts, why pinch." ringis Dimas while rubbing the stomach that had just been pinch by Gita.

"In asked why even whispers of the same pinch?" this time it was Ratih who spoke.

Gita looked down, while Dimas displayed his sinless face.

"I'm the same Gita was eating out mah, usual romantic-romantic." said Dimas lightly.

Terry throws a sofa pillow at Dimas, always his son makes his blood rise to the crown.

"Well, you said you wanted to go out, so we weren't waiting for you. Fortunately, now you have eaten, if you are still waiting for you to faint." Terry grumbled.

"Jude, I ate too. Ngapain extended." said Dimas casually make Gita growled with Dimas' answer and back pinch Dimas' stomach.

Ringisan again sounded from Dimas' mouth, spicy that's the taste.

"Well, is this the same as KDRT? please report Gita cake, husband's own time in the cubits." Dimas on Terry.

While Terry instead lifted his thumb into the air while chuckling, "Good Git, pinch it continue Dimas if he is stubborn, mamah support you." he said passionately while Ratih only shook his head.

"Ih mamah, not his children even belain Gita! Udah ah I want to go up first with Gita." said Dimas annoyed.

"You want ahem?" Terry Goda.

Dimas nodded, "Yes, if you want to ask for the same papah" said Dimas lightly make Gita embarrassed by the frontal speech.

"Oh there hunt, let the spit be. Mamah is very difficult to tell every day." said Terry while chuckling.

Again Ratih can only shake his head to see the behavior of the mother and child in front of him who briefly fight a little more joking.

"Mamah ya." said Gita who was embarrassed.

Terry and Dimas just laughed at Gita's reddened face like a boiled crab.

"I slept in my mom's room tonight" said Gita, causing Dimas to panic.

"You can't do that, you're my wife. I'm just kidding."

"But if in love also will not refuse!" dimas and Terry said at the same time.

Back the pinch landed on Dimas' stomach and away from Dimas sprinkled into his mother.

"Mom, brother Dimas rese tuh. I slept with my mom." Gita told Ratih.

Ratih stroked Gita's black hair fondly, "Can't be darling, what Dimas said was true. So you sleep the same Dimas yes, so that mother also mopet dapet grandchildren." said Ratih and again make Terry and Dimas laugh.

"That's all sweet" said Gita annoyed and ran towards the stairs. Unexpectedly his feet humming makes him lose balance and eventually fall.

The three people who were there immediately approached and helped Gita stand up. Ringisan rang out from the Gita, and made everyone panic.

"Take it to the doctor Dim." Terry said.

"No need to ma'am, let in this sequence the power of sprains." said Ratih.

Terry simply nodded, Gita lying on the couch with her tears hard to start coming out because of the pain in her ankle.

"Who can massage mom?" ask Dimas.

Ratih seems to think, and remember a person who can massage but is in the area of his old home.

"Bu Narti our old neighbor ma'am." replied Gita sobbing.

Just now Ratih wanted to say it turns out Gita also remembered it, "yes ma'am Narti, yaudah mom went there first ya."

"Seek anter pak Harto bu" said Terry and nod by Ratih.

Maybe it's Gita's fucking day. Want to blame anyone is impossible, because this is all the destiny that has been garrisoned by God for him.

Seriate.....