
Boring
One word that Delila was echoing in her mind. The long-haired girl slowly got up, limping towards the exit of the house.
Now he got used to not wearing a stick again, although initially difficult but increasingly accustomed. Slowly but surely, she grabbed the broom that was leaning behind the door - rarely even Delila had ever shown herself outside the contract she was living in now.
Baron did not forbid or tell him to stay inside the house, but somehow Delila still could not answer the question posed by the rented neighbors later.
If anyone asks what is the relationship between himself and the Baron, he should answer what try?
Wife?
Delila gave a rough sigh, she slowly crept slowly until she was finally on the terrace. The atmosphere this afternoon was quite quiet, probably because people were still busy working, just like her husband.
Speaking of her husband, Delila became smiling to herself as she recalled how the Baron woke her up yesterday.
There was nothing romantic, but for Delila it was enough to make her smile. It turned out that the coffee rod man who had forcibly married her, aahhhhh! why must there be a forced word behind her?!
But how else, that's the reality so just accept it.
Okay back to the topic, Delila tightened her grip on the broomstick she was holding. His lips kept thinning, his memory kept on going to the Baron yesterday. It turned out that the stiff man's departure was not to leave him, but to buy him food.
So sweet, right?
Very sweet for Delila, because rarely would there be a human iron snacker like that still attention to invisible creatures like him.
Although only rice wrap with eggs and tempe, oseng kale, for Delila it is very delicious, O Lord.
He hoped that even if the Baron rarely or never spoke and chatted with him, God would still give him extra lives.
Aamyn
Delila flinched, the girl turned her head, her forehead wrinkled as a mother stared in amazement at her. Even Delila could see the twinkle in both eyes, scanning it from top to bottom.
What did he say, sister?
Delila speechless made, it turns out that during this time Baron introduced himself to people around just as a sister.
Just be right!
"Neng what's his name? I guess it's still school? that's why his legs are like that, falling off the bike?" the series of questions asked by the mother increasingly made Delila grimace.
The only daughter Davyn and Kirana did not know what to do, the first question she had not answered and now came a new question.
"Eemm-I-it's the same accident Mas Sam-Mas Baron Aunty. I'm quite healed really, just can not be invited to walk just aka cepet." Delila cengennesan's.
She took a deep breath, Delila looked relieved as she saw the mother nod. It felt like he wanted to run inside immediately, Delila did not want to go out from now on.
As his mind raged, the roar of an old engine from a car was heard by the two women of different ages. From a distance Delila can see the old tow truck that is often carried by the Baron, the man came home again this afternoon, what is it?
Braak!
The sound of the car door being closed was quite deafening, Baron walked away from his car and approached Delila.
"Just come home?" ask the mother.
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