Nackal Duda
Tara's Wish to Know

This may be called a trial before marriage. Mama disagrees, the reason Mama because of the status of Dance that is not clear seeds, bebet and weights.

I wonder, whether the seeds, bebet and weight of a person be a guarantee in determining marriage? I guess not.

Tara was born into a good family. Be educated. Mapan's work. What is less?

The ending was Tara cheating on me. Mama agreed and supported my relationship with Tara. Proud of Tara in front of her friends that Tara is everyone's dream daughter-in-law.

But instead the proud daughter-in-law even made her child slumped and betrayed the sincere love her child gave. Why didn't you learn from previous experiences?

"Papa please persuade Mama dong. I'll call Mama later too. It's time to pick this up, Pa. If we hold off, maybe his stepfather Tari sued me as a handyman to carry away people's children! It could take a lot of business later!"

Dance had since listened to my conversation with Papa without much comment. He kept quiet and understood for himself what problems we were facing.

I ended the phone call after Papa promised to talk Mama back. To be sure, my marriage will still be done with or without the presence of Mama.

"We're going home now!" take me.

Dance followed me in silence. I also had no intention of discussing the contents of my conversation on the phone with him.

Mind mumet. Although this marriage is not based on love, at least I want Mama to attend and watch the marriage of the child.

Scroll towards Tari who was staring at the street from the car glass. The music that flowed from my car that made the atmosphere not too cold.

We also arrived at my house. I put my car in the garage. Dance opened the car door herself, I didn't open the door for her. I think I really am that ignorant. Different times with Tara...

Bak bud dikinta ulam also arrived. I was just thinking about Tara uh the person I meant was walking into my house.

"Girl!" call him.

I who was busy taking out the groceries stopped for a moment. Dance had already brought some groceries and returned outside to help me.

Tara and Tari look at each other. Kening Tara frowned to see a girl coming to my house. A girl different from the one before.

"New again?" tara asked in a cynical tone.

"It's none of your business!" I handed the paper bag to Tari.

"Bring in first yes. I'll talk to you for a second!" my message to Dance.

Dance nodded obediently and entered the house.

"What's wrong?" ask me while folding both my hands on my chest.

"That's new again?" Tara repeated her question.

"I told you it's none of your business! If there's nothing to talk about, I'm in. It's been night!" I said coldly.

"It." Tara handed me a letter. "So Mr. RT came and gave you a letter but your house is empty. I told you I'd love you."

"OKs. Thank you!" I replied, taking the letter that Tara gave and intending to go straight into the house.

"How many girls are staying at your house? Gonta keep changing!" his lips.

I was just one step away from entering the house and stopped and turned around.

"Don't take care of a business that's none of your business. Just take care of your very happy household!" sindirku.

"hey are. I happy. I have a husband who loves me so much and satisfies me so much in bed. What else is less? Enough treasure. I'm not taking care of your household affairs, just not good for your health if you often change partners!" insinuations.

Tara clenched her hands holding back her emotions. "But now our household is fine! It means Damar really loves me dong!"

"So what is it? You think I'll be jealous? Sorry yes! I'm getting married too. The woman you saw earlier was my future wife! Just like you and Damar who cheated before marriage, I've been living with my future wife. Already yes, pity my love is waiting for me under the shower. We usually take a shower before we start to satisfy each other!" I blinked one eye while smiling at Tara and went into the house.

I left Tara with an upset face because there must be a lot of questions in her that I didn't answer.

"Who is he, Om? Om's ex-wife first?" I was shocked, just getting into the house was already being asked such a question.

"You're missing it!" my nag. Dari had already stuffed the groceries today into her room. "Yes, Tara was my ex-wife."

"Om still in love with Om's ex-wife?" tanya Tari followed me until she entered my room.

I took off the jacket I was wearing and put it in the dirty basket. "Why do you want to follow me into the room? Wanna see me not wearing a shirt?"

"You heard the answer from Om first so don't be curious!" said Tari stubbornly.

There was a sense of shame in me. I accidentally took off the shirt I was wearing and just stayed in jeans. My half-naked body must have made Dari close her eyes and her face was now red.

This one wants to offer me service like Cici did? Seeing me without a t-shirt has made him embarrassed let alone seeing me without a thread at all?

Dance lowered her head and kept her eyes covered. He was still stubbornly waiting for my answer until he kept his head down.

I want to tease him again. I approached him and kept him retreating until he got stuck to the wall.

"Jawab dong, Om! Om still love not the same ex-wife Om?" He still wants me to answer his question.

I took his hand and put it on my chest. "What do you want?" He closed his eyes with his other hand. Anyway don't look at me.

"Aren't you dancing?" He was about to pull his hand but I held it. "Normally other girls like to stroke me gently. They used to spoil me."

"Oh Om what the hell? Later Dance spoiled if you are married!"

I held my laughter. This kid is mostly stylish, says it's okay to vent my passion but shy like this!

"Later you'll like to sniff I'm not gini?" teasing him is getting more exciting. I held her hand and purposely made her browse through my chest.

Dance pulled her and ran out of my room. "Not to be answered - Nothing!" he then closed the door of my room tightly.

I laughed satisfiedly at her innocent attitude. Ah..... So there's a new toy I'm going to be at home. The dance... The dance...

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The next morning I woke up to the smell of cooking from the kitchen. Tara must have cooked for me.

I walked into the kitchen and saw her cooking. I approached him and hugged him tightly, kissed him on the cheek and said: "Good morning, honey!"

Tara froze, not answering my greetings. Wait, how is Tara's perfume different?

"Omm? Om? I think Om is still a dream!"

His voice is different too!

I opened my eyes wider and found the Dance I was hugging. Reflek I let go of my embrace.

"Sorry, I like to sleep walking! L'm... I'm gonna take a shower!" I said clumsily. With a thousand steps I ran to the room. Shame. I'm ashamed...

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