Passion Love Duda Handsome
Mama Abhel's

Laras snorted bitterly, sometimes he thought that she was no less beautiful than Dea but why many men prefer her best friend.

    If Laras was asked, why would he be friends with Dea? The answer is that Dea is good, does not distinguish his best friend, what it is, chatty and silly but does not exist. In the past when Dea was still rich, Dea often practiced Laras. Of all, only Laras who comes from a family can not afford but Dea with kekehnya make friendship.

    And when Dea's parents went bankrupt because of her brother's extravagant attitude and foya-foya, Dea still wanted to be friends with him. Perhaps here is the privilege of a Dea. In the past, despite frequent fights and great fights, Dea used to come and apologize, even though Dea was innocent.

    "Gue wonder ama thu son, take a vacation to Jogja, to Bali cake, to abroad cake," grumbled Sila, "lagian the bule is rich, so rich, cook is still in Indo aja," Sila grumbled back because it did not get a response.

    "Tante Sila is noisy" said Lea innocently while covering both earlobes with her tiny palms.

    "Awas aja you yes, later if you reach the beach aunty uyel-uyel you," said Sila with an anxious tone. But Leah just stuck out her tongue and sat on her lap.

    Then the sound of the engine running was heard, a sign they were about to depart. One by one they leave Alex's yard.

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    "Your friends aren't going to the office today?" asked Mama Rama who was surprised to see Rama introduce home clothes.

  "Rama of the holidays, Ma," he said lazily, "why not go home to the Kingdom anyway?" the question that sounded repulsive in Rama's ears.

  "Why is Rama here? It's still Rama's house, isn't it?" rama asked between confusion and annoyance.

  "Pity of the Kingdom, you keep on cuekin!" hardik the mama. Rama was only able to sigh and chose to re-enter his room.

    "It's time I'm with you, De. But you said it, sorry if it makes you disappointed," Rama looked at the photo of Dea on the wall of his room. There's just a photo of Dea and her, no other photos.

    "I will not let you go at any time, even if I die. You're my world, De," Rama's thumb rubbed Dea's picture, then his lips peeked at Dea's picture, venting his love and longing for guilt.

Tok tok tok, the sound of Rama's room door being knocked from the outside, "Who?" lazy Rama opened the door and he asked first.

    "It's mama, Ram," replied the mother from outside, "Raya called saying she was sick, you were told to go there. Your phone, you're off, right?" asked the mother from behind the door because it was not opened by Rama.

    Rama got off his comfortable bed, lazily his feet stepping towards the door. Ceklek, the door opened and Rama saw the mother was supporting her hands in front of the chest.

    "You just go home to the house, from earlier he called mama mulu. Pitying you stay, Ram," wooed the mama, Rama twisted his body and walked in and then lay his body on the long sofa in his room. The mother came in, her old eyes looked at her youngest son's room.

  "Ck, why are there only Dea photos in your room? Which photo Kingdom?" mama from Rama protested, the photo of her favorite daughter-in-law is not displayed there.

    "Ngga has," said Rama lazy, "somehow why should there be a photo of Raya anyway, Ma?" rama's protest was upset. The mama just chirped and said, "Raya is also your wife, Ram. You should be fair," said the mother.

    Yes, the beginning of the matchup Rama initially did not want, and mama and Raya will agree whatever the conditions proposed Rama as long as he wants to marry Raya. The real weight for Rama must be to divide the heart, not the real heart because Rama loves Dea so much, and make Raya just a business.

    Rama said that he could not be fair to Raya, other than fearing that Dea knew and left him, Rama also feared that Dea would hate him if she knew he was remarried. And now evidently, Dea hated herself and abandoned herself.

    For Rama Dea is his first and last love. The mother sighed softly, then sat down and stared intensely at the son.

  "Forget Dea, be happy with Raya, son," asked the mother in a hearty voice. Drrt drrt mama Rama's mobile phone vibrated, "Raya," said mama Abhel, mama of Rama whispered a little.

    "Yes, son," said Mama Abhel when the phone connection was connected, "mom where the hell is it? where's Rama?" the voice asked the caller from across the street. Mama Abhel handed her phone to Rama, and Rama lazily received the phone and brought it closer to his ear.

  "Yes, hello," Rama's voice greeted the caller, "mas Rama," the woman's voice there was haunting.

  "What's up, Ra?" rama asked the caller who turned out to be Raya, "you come here dong, I'm sick again," the spoiled voice of Raya sounded, Rama thought if the one who called Dea, he, he, Rama must be there soon and must be so worried.

    Remembering Dea, Rama missed his first wife, 'Mas misses you, De, ' the side of Rama's heart spoke.

    "Mas, you're still there, right?" Raya makes sure that Rama is still there because there is no sound, Rama nodded unconsciously.

    "Mas, you're still there, right?" rehash Raya because Rama did not answer, "Yes, still," answered Rama a little ketus, mama Abhel hit Rama's arm reminded.

    "Mas tired, sorry can not be there," answered Rama directly, and heard a sigh from there.

  "Yes, Raya is there," said the woman then, tuut tuut tuut, the cellphone held by Rama died before he could answer, Rama handed the phone to mama Abhel.

    "The guest room is still cleaning, Ma?" Rama looked up to look at the mother after he had time to look down and think how to keep Raya from entering this room.

    "still. Why?" both of Abhel's eyebrows fused together, astonished by the son's question, "ngga papa," Rama replied later.

    Rama immediately went out and went down looking for domestic workers at Abhel's mama's house, "what's up, Dhen?" asked the housekeeper after a while to hear his young employer calling him.

    "Please dong mbok, the guest room was cleaned. In the spray or in the change of bedsheets," Rama's pinta subtly pointed at the guest room under the stairs, the housekeeper's eyes followed and nodded in understanding after knowing which room to refer to.

    In Rama's house there are indeed several rooms, above there is the main room, consisting of Rama's own room, the room of the mother and papa, the room of the younger brother, the room, and each workspace for himself and the papa if overtime at home.