Nackal Duda
Quarrel-1

Cici's business is in order, I then go pick up Tari. Somewhat timed, I must have been jammed because it coincided with the school children's home hours and office employee lunch time around the place of the course.

Sure enough, the volume of vehicles that increased but the existing road only able to pass two cars made the congestion began to feel. My car's speed is only 20 Km/h. So slow.

Not to mention if there is a car that stops to transport passengers or taxis that stop because of school children, sometimes a lot of riding while laughing giggling. Make the traffic get longer.

It is most correct to buy a motorcycle dance. I bought a car, but he has to learn first. Passing a solid path like this requires driving skills and experience as well. Do not let Dance yelled at other drivers because it adds congestion on the road.

The Dance course has already begun to be seen by me. I still walk slowly. Huft... It was a struggle to get a wife today.

I remembered the words of Dari that it was possible that Mama Irna (Mama Tara) was her biological aunt. But can the world be that narrow?

My ex-wife and my current wife turned out to be cousins. Like the title of the novel!

I know Mama Irna and I'm pretty familiar with her. Mama Irna is my kind and friendly mother-in-law. I considered him as my own son.

Mama Irna always supported me, gave me support in running my business that sometimes ups and downs. He supported me and pampered me like a child. Cooking my favorite food every time Tara and I go to her house.

Mama Irna was very sad when she found out that my house and Tara ran aground. He looks embarrassed by the behavior of his son who was found cheating, especially Tara insulted me so cruelly.

Mama Irna knows who I am. Mama defended me and tried to persuade Tara, but her efforts were in vain. Tara is so blinded by Damar's charms. Mama Irna's emotions finally drive Tara out of her house.

Now how is Mama Irna after knowing that Tara's life with Damar is not happy? It will be sadder of course.

I'm happy if Mama Irna is really Tari's aunt. Mama Irna will definitely love Dance a lot. Against me who is a former daughter-in-law is still dear, let alone the same nephew himself? Moreover, this was the nephew that he had always been looking for.

I'm getting closer to the Dance course. I can even see Dari laughing together with... her course teacher?

Want to let alone the same man Dance? Didn't he know that Dance was married? Why did it get closer instead of away?

My mood was immediately over. I know the guy likes Dance. I can feel the threat to my ownership of Dance.

I hit the steering wheel of my car violently!

This stuck for a long time?!

Don't you know my wife is being teased by another man?

Arghh...

What if Dance gets smitten?

That guy is pretty handsome. Still fuck me anyway. But still, his sturdy body and skills as a chef he has certainly made many mothers and members of the course fascinated.

Why should he be the course teacher? Why not a chick chef like Chef Marinka? Or Chef Farah Queen?

Oh Allah...this is why the traffic jam is not the streets? I want to get to this! Could it be crazy that I saw Dance and her teacher continue chatting familiarly while laughing happily like that?!

Hp!

Yes, Hp! I'll call Tari first. Let him come to my car. Don't talk to that dangerous man any longer!

I also called Tari. At first Tari did not know her HP rang. Then as if aware of a call, he also took HP from his bag.

"Assalamualaikum, Um. Om where? Dance in front!" the answer.

"I can see you! I've deket. It's jammed!" my answer.

Dance then extended her neck and looked for my whereabouts. He finally saw my car and waved his hand at me.

"You're here! Don't talk to other men!" I said firmly.

"Yes, Om." Dari then parted with her course teacher. Since I haven't hung up, I can hear what Tari has to say.

"Oh yeah? Whereabouts? Later just wait until it is in front of the course." replied his teacher who very upset me. What right does it have to forbid the Dance that comes to me?

"Pity Om got stuck, sir. Just samperin dance!" good Dance, push down that gatel kayak guy!

"Yes. Don't forget to come later! If your husband can't drive, I'll take you!"

Whoa..wah...

Start brave ngajak bini someone else!

Did I just come down to teach him a lesson?

Woy! That's a man's bini! Just play it!

"No need, sir. If Om doesn't deliver, then Tari won't go." smart wife. Do not be tempted by such men! Refuse to keep calling!

"alright. Shall I take you to the car? There are so many streets!"

Oh, God is a man! Why do nganterin bini people, Malih! That's a lot of other course members don't lo anterin! Why am I the one who lo anterin!

Arghh...

"Near by, sir. Just calm. Dance can. The dance first sir. Assalamualaikum!"

"Glamma!"

Huft.... I can finally breathe. Dance can resist it. Now he can resist, but what later?

Surely kayak boys will continue to be curious and chase Dance! Did I move in on the course? But where?

This course is the best around here. The distance from my home is not too far either. If you move places later How stray dance?

Do I have to move house to be close to the new Dance course? How does it feel illogical? Most dance courses are just for a moment! Ah pissed I would be! I can't fight something like that!

Dance knocked on my car window. Awakened me who had been thinking about moving the location of the course.

I opened the door and Dari went straight in before more and more people cloned me from behind. He thrust his hand to salim and then put on the seat belt after I returned my hand.

"What a hell of a race, Om?" tanya Dance.

"Yes. I was out of his office a little while ago too, having talked to Cici about something."

Dance looked a bit surprised when I mentioned Cici's name.

"Sir Cici? Chat or 'chat? How late to get him!" her question was full of suspicion.

"Yes... Chatting. Chat doang. Not like you who talk while laughing with other guys!" my reply is no less annoying.

"How about Dance? Mah dance is really a conversation. See for yourself, Dance again chatter from earlier!" answer with a ketus.

"Yes, I'm talking too." I replied not to lose.

"But Dance can't see. Really talk or talk!" then Dari wiped her tears violently.

"I'm actually talking. No need to! Yes, I have to record all my activities as you?!" reply with ketus.

"No need! That is consciousness! Want to talk really or else also Dance will not know!" now he took a tissue and wiped off his growing tears.

"If I'm flirting, why would I tell you that I've been talking to Cici? I've been told you won't know!" reply me again, instead of dampening emotions even make the atmosphere more heated.

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