The Beginning of the Catastrophe
EARLY LIPSTICK PATCHES BAB19

Ever since the tragedy of the night, Santika feels her pride as a wife has vanished. Many a series of events that make him think, "This Mas Panji nyari companion, or maid, yes? If you tell me to keep tugging. What I'm doing must always be wrong in her eyes,"

Silence is wrong, talk especially, must be sprayed. That's what women with a small mole on their upper lip have been feeling these past few months.

But the dream also straddles, there are many heavy things that make it more quiet. Eyes closed. A memory sleeve of sweet memories with his former lover also passed.

"Daddy, you want to be my wife?" tanya Panji Kala Santika is still seventh semester, while Panji has worked in the tax office.

Santika who was categorized as an adult transitional teenager at that time also mumbled her lips. Feeling something in his heart.

"Ma-mau, Mas" he replied slowly. There is a shame in expressing that.

"Yes! Thanks, yeah, Deck! We will succeed together. Even though I'm an honorary now, but I promise to work hard for our future!" panji said sure.

Santika was also moved. Her beautiful eyes stared inside the manic bead before her. He feels loved and loved by the right people.

After graduating from college, it turns out that Panji has not married him because he is continuing his education to the master level. Plus blocked blessing from the parents of the thin mustache man.

Ms. Sundari blatantly rejected Santika's presence. It feels low if it has to be effective with people from the village who are only farmers. However, because Panji convinced his mother, they finally married when Miss Sundari's second child graduated, and Santika was already working at an insurance company.

At the end of 2015 they tied a sacred promise to live in peace. Panji looks very happy, as well as Santika. Grateful because in the end their love story boils down to the guarantee.

The days of laughter seemed to stir up her happy feelings.

"Panji is a habit, huh! Put a wet towel on the bed! Hiiih there's this again, the clothes are already dirty is placed so, even though it's been repeatedly said that dirty clothes put in the dirty clothes basket!" nagel Santika as they begin to explore the life of one roof.

The banner was just chuckling. New habits that were not known before by them also seemed to open all when it was one roof. Santika who grieve and stray. While the Panji that nglemproh aka dirty.

When Panji is sick, Santika will continue to nyerocos while caring for Panji.

"Eat, Mommy! If you know it's raining again, yes, wear a raincoat. Not the gini. Just rained for a while, Mas has fallen. Body merry, head nauseous, stomach dizzy!"

The clean-skinned man also laughed at the wife's nagging. In the past, he enjoyed every babble that came out of the lips of his wife. When anxious because the wife continues to nyerocos, finally he often kisses and ****** soft lips his wife to be quiet.

But not silence. After that short kiss came off. Santika was getting longer to lecture her husband. Panji casually responded to his wife's petty naughtiness. Long ago.

In the present....

Netra woman with the face of ayu was open. Awareness brings him to reality. In the last year or so, my husband has turned cold.

No more "Dec. Strict words and indifference dominate their home life. Right after their son was born. Panji's attitude started to differ.

Is it true that Audrey said that Mas Panji was once seen walking with a woman? inner raging. He wanted to fend off all bad thoughts, however, his feelings were fragile.

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Two weeks of moving forward....

"Tomorrow at mom's house! There is a 65th birthday celebration of the father," Panji said in a flat tone at night before going to bed.

"You just come from the morning. Help-help cook or clean the cake! I paid nine hundred thousand. Not much of it! Come there tomorrow, remember, yes, help! Don't be madam if you're there!" panji panji panjang.

The heart of the long-haired woman was sliced every time the husband reminded her of sixty dollars aka nine hundred thousand. On terms he thinks are outrageous.

Santika did not answer. He snorted softly and continued his activities to replace the diaper of his second child.

The next morning at the house of the father-in-law.

The close proximity of his house to the house of in-laws made him a little more restraining because of the attitude of the mother-in-law who often slashed his heart.

The direct talk and gossip spread to his neighbors makes Santika must strengthen mentally and physically.

That morning, he came with Aisar. Aina has left school. Already he can guess, there must be his mother-in-law's favorite daughter-in-law had arrived first.

Santika arrived at the back door. There was a simple voice that was none other than gossiping about him. Until he decided to enter. He held Aisar and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Ih, Santika has not been working since it became more burik! Unmaintained. Not like this Restri, even though she already has three children, her body is still singset, her skin is pure white, beautiful again!" said the mother-in-law in front of the relatives who won deliberately came to help cook for the Thanksgiving event.

"In addition to Aisar, ah! It's getting less interesting. That's why I told my son to divorce him. Marry with Susanti. Until now Susanti his son Mr. Mashuri still want to wait for Panji!" bu Sundari's.

The Blood of Santika Dewi gasped. Wanting him to explode, however, he remembers the lesson of controlling emotions that explosive emotions will not solve the problem and will have an impact on his own health.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Say hello and go into the kitchen. The people inside were shocked and lowered their heads, perhaps feeling condescended. However, the mother-of-two responded casually, as if she had heard nothing.

While helping to peel the onions, her sister-in-law came over with a bag labeled GC. He stared lazily at the brother-in-law. Already know where the mouth of the conversation Mbak Restri.

"Eh, San! You are not loved by Panji! So vivid. He was eman-eman if you want to buy an expensive bag branded for you. Because you are ndeso! The dam! No need to wear a kayak bag! Here, I bought my love husband, Mas Arya Kenapanu!" mbak Restri said by thrusting a metallic black bag in front of Santika.

Santika deliberately lures the brother-in-law to keep showing off. He asked, "Oh, how much is it, Ma'am?"

Restri was very happy because his sister-in-law asked for the price. For her, this could boost her popularity as a project foreman's wife.

"It cost twenty million! Panji Salary must also be collected first if you want to buy this! Especially now that you are unemployed!"

Santika smiled wryly. "A very generous twenty million! It's certain it's just KW stuff. Uh Ma'am, if I'm unemployed, then what do you think?"

"You mean?" asked the long blonde woman in front of Santika.

The young mother snorted softly, then said, "Oh yes, I remember. Ma'am Res has a job now, yes! Her work is same julid sister-in-law and demen wear plus show off KW goods!"

There was a small laugh at the end of the young lady's sentence. The brother-in-law who was ignited by his emotions also glanced, then snapped his breath and turned to leave his sister-in-law.

Santika just shook her head to see the behavior of her sister-in-law.

A favorite daughter-in-law is the same as her mother-in-law. I finally got mental! said Santika slowly with a small oddity.