Our Love Is Not Over

Our Love Is Not Over
The Part 59


That day, Pamela was in charge of picking up the twins from her school. Mama Ola can't, Roni can't and Raisa can't. Fortunately, Pamela is not scheduled to meet with her clients.


"Aunty we stopped by the timezone first yuk! It hasn't been there for a long time!" bring Mia.


"Can, come!"


Pamela just says it. Pamela's car drove up and stopped at a large mall. The twins who are so impatient to play even run small there, but a lot of visitors who walk here and there. Pamela was almost overwhelmed to chase the very agile twins.


"Huh! Because of rarely walking, I became tired quickly," complained Pamela.


"Where else are they? If you're welcome, you can check me dead with Raisa."


Pamela is looking for the twins.


"Cepet benget say rich tuyul."


Until finally, Pamela found the twins who were chatting with Bimo in front of the shoe store.


"Yes!" call the twins while waving her hand at Pamela.


Pamela approached them.


"You guys, what if you're lost or lost? Don't stay away from the aunty."


"Look Aunty, even if we were lost, Mami has taught us how to deal with the emergency situation. Inside the bag we both have the same home address as Mami's phone number. So it's safe to control" replied Kia who made Bimo and Pamela amazed. Apparently Raisa has taught me a lot. Yes, Raisa may realize she is not able to continue to look after the twins when they are far away, so Raisa teaches how to survive in a precarious situation.


"It is proved that Raisa's son. Smart snaps at you guys. Don't follow your stupid Papi."


Bimo's curse made Bimo grimace a little because he got the pinch in his hand from Pamela.


"If you talk to a child, don't be ugly!"


"What the hell! The reality is so! Wonder, you've come home! Let the twins play with me."


Bimo likens his height to that of the twins.


"You want to play with Om Bimo who is handsome more than your Papi?"


"The most handsome cow Om. Valid, no debates!" said Mia who did not accept anyone who claimed to be handsome more than Edgar.


"Ah, you are this. How about playing with Om, right?"


The twins looked at Pamela as if asking for approval.


"If you want to play the same Om, you can. Later Aunty will keep an eye on her fear that she will suddenly eat you two so anxious as you guys."


"Damn it chick one!"


"language om! My mother said we should not speak rudely. I want it to be the same for older, younger, gender-different people. The point is that talk is good."


"Sukurin! It's nice to have a little kid around, haha."


Pamela laughed happily.


"Yes, yeah. It was a release. We are cus!"


Bimo held the twins' hands to his right and left, while Pamela walked behind them.


They spent nearly two hours there. Pamela takes the twins to a restaurant for lunch. Bimo is still with them.


While Pamela was going to the bathroom, Kia started talking about Pamela.


"What do you think of Om, Aunty Lala? Okay, and pretty, right?"


"No, he's chatty, likes to make sprains when he meets. The laziest person Om met was the one like Aunty Lala."


"Even though Om same Aunty looks very harmonious when together. Funny to see, rich cat same mouse, hihi," said Mia with a small laugh.


Bimo manyun because it is upset is likened to cat and mouse. Before long, Pamela came back and chatted together there.


"So, all this time you helped Raisa to hide from the Edgar family. Whoa, totally unthinkable to me."


While the children were chatting about their world, the two adults were also talking about adults as well.


"Your threat is so scary, but you should have talked it over to Edgar, not me."


"You're his best friend, at least you can be alarm bells running so Edgar doesn't make a mistake a second time."


"Haish!!"


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On the set, Tamara was taking a short break after doing some of her scenes. He leaned on the sofa while closing his eyes. Just a moment to close his eyes, Jena had disturbed Tamara to make the woman upset.


"You like to bother people, Jen. I'll just fall asleep."


"Hehe, sorry Tam. I'm going to ask you for help. Meet me, please!"


"No way, surely you want to mate with me, right?"


"No Tam, no. Negative thinking is just like me. Temenin yes, please!"


Because Jena begged like that, Tamara became heartless and finally she accompanied Jena to meet Jena's friends at a nearby cafe.


"Jen!" call Bian while raising one hand.


Jena and Tamara approached Bian who was sitting alone.


"Sorry ya Bi, I'm a bit old. Oh, I know this is my best friend, her name is Tamara."


"Ah, yes, I know, he's very famous. I'm Bian."


The two men also knew each other. As Jena and Bian chatted about the cooperation, Tamara could only keep quiet while looking around. Somewhat sorry, he shouldn't have accompanied Jena there.


Permission to go to the toilet for a while after the conversation with Bian ended. Now Bian and Tamara both live there.


"Are you okay?" ask Bian.


"Ask me?" Tamara asked back.


"Who else is there in front of me but you?"


"We don't know each other very well. So I don't have to answer, do I?"


Bian was silent for a moment. Then open the conversation again.


"I'm sorry for the failure of your marriage. I also salute you for still acting as if you are fine in front of so many people. That hurt is so painful."


"Don't pretend to understand something you don't really understand."


Bian smiled thinly.


"Our hearts are both wounded. The difference is you've been trying to let go, but I haven't."


Tamara looked at Bian a little cynically. The woman seemed to dislike the attitude of Bian who was too easy to talk about the heart, even though this was the first time they met. Moreover, Bian acted as if he knew everything. Tamara doesn't like that much.


"It seems you're talking too much huh."


"No, I speak according to reality. I may be a stranger to you, but you know, I already know a lot about you" Bian said with a faint smile.


Shortly after, Jena comes and seduces the two.


"Well, I've been talking a lot. Are you connecting with each other, right? The mate of times?"


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TB


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