THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Afternoon Cry.
At 9pm in Melati's apartment sitting at the study table. Check the ice cream sales turnover report, which was sent by Bombom.
Jasmine stretched the muscles, "plets, plots" the sound of her fingers bending to feel weak. Since yesterday, he has been so busy not to mention making assignments given by lecturers.
"It's night you should rest" Abim's burly hand hugged his shoulder from behind.
"Huh! my job is very much Bang, because last week we stayed, not to mention checking my ice business" he said while holding Abim's hands without looking.
"Duuuhhh..." Abim scratched his wife's shoulder. There is a tremendous sensation that makes Melati crimped, up to a few minutes, it feels relaxed.
"Where is your duty, I help make" Abim then sat down beside her.
"Seriously? if it gets caught by the lecturer how?" Jasmine lips.
"That's it, depending on you, can't you? understanding the task I made, and can explain if the lecturer asked" Abim said seriously.
"Yes.hopefully I understand, this is Bang" Melati handed over the paper she just wrote the title, about macro business development.
"I help, but there's a condition" Abim raises one of his eyebrows.
"What's the condition?" Melati looked at the husband next door, with a frown.
"Before going to bed, two rounds of rations," abim's claws displayed his white teeth etched in a fluffy smile.
Melati mlengos upset. "It was just last night, Bang" the two chuckled.
Sure enough, Abim helped work on his wife's duties for two hours, just finished.
Abim just realized, Melati sleep berbantalkan both hands face down position, on the desk study.
Abim tidied the study table, collected the scattered paper, then put it in the drawer.
Abim lifts his wife's slim body move to bed. He opened the blanket that was still folded neatly, spread out and covered Melati's body. His lips then landed on the smooth cheeks of his wife who had become opium. Apparently Melati was too slumbering to realize.
The handsome man stared at the wall clock that hung on the wall turned out to be 11.
"Hoam.." he was apparently already sleepy and lying next to his irony did not intend to disturb the pity of his wife already looked tired.
Abim was asleep.
Listen to my lady.
I'll tell you tonight.
Sacred desire for my gods
Listen to this seriousness.🎵
The lyrics of the song from his cellphone, thwarting the dreams that began to appear. Abim opened his eyes. Who.the nights like this phone.
Abim went from his sleep to see whose name was the phone. Nora's?
Abim then turned off the phone. But again and again the phone rang Abim then sneered.
Ting" the message's voice came in.
"Bim, call me in rijek anyway.I can't sleep thinking about you." By not knowing shame Nora sent a message. Abim did not intend to reply, just turn off the internet connection.
Abim returned to his body. But the phone went off again this time instead of a phone call via WA.
With a sense of annoyance Abim brought the phone away from Melati. He opened the door and sat on the sofa.
"God! want you what?! don't fuck around!" Abim picked up the phone while getting angry. However, his voice was worried about disturbing Melati's sleep.
"Bim, why are you so angry?" answer the baritone voice across the phone.
Abim searches for name on mobile.
"Sister Adit? Ahahaha.. sorry brother, I think who," Abim then broke down, it turns out that Adit phone.
"You are indeed a sister-in-law who has no manners!" ketus Adit's.
"Sister, anyway! call at this hour, it's already 12 o'clock in the night, brother"
"Oh yeah sorry, ahahaha.it's still five o'clock in the afternoon now, I just got home from the workshop" Adit swapped out.
"Wait on sister, how's Syifa doing?"
"He's healthy Bim, actually I called earlier there need a little, did you send a doll package to Syifa?"
"No, sister, why?"
"So 4 o'clock someone sent a doll to Syifa, I think you, if so. Bim already, continued his break,"
Assalamualaikum"
"Girishal"
Tut's.
Abim goes on a previous sleep blocking Nora's hp number and leaves on the living room table.
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At the same time. Indonesia Time. At 5 pm, the car driven by mamang arrived at the mansion. Mansion of a large yard pond assortment of bonsai neatly arranged.
Marselo got out of the car with her daughter carrying her into the mansion after a uniformed woman, ART, opened the door.
"Sleeping cyst?" asked a fit woman, the hair in the bun had grown gray in part. The almost 60-year-old woman is Mommy Marsel who comes from a foreign country.
"Bobo Mom, I put you to bed first" replied Marsel. But when he wanted to go into the room, Calista woke up.
"Where is Auntie?" with reddened eyes upon waking, Calista circulated a gaze, there was no Diah. Justeru caught the figure of Oma who was standing not far from him.
"Papa... Which aunt?" Lita repeated, while pouting. Lita was upset when Diah came home not to wake up.
"Tante has come home dear.we are now home" said Marsel.
"Yes... why? Papa won't wake up Lita, huu aaa..." Lita cried and then hit Marsel in the chest. Then it sank from his papa sling.
"Auntie who the hell?" ask Oma in less clear Indonesian.
"My employee is at Mom's factory" said Marsel, calming Calista.
"Eeh. Oma's grandson is crying..." Oma approached, calming her grandson down.
"Now it's afternoon.preferably, Non Lita bathing same Mbak" Mbak Marni who used to take care of Lita intends to hold Lita.
"No... Papa won't wake up Lita.. huu aaa..." Lita moved her legs, on the floor.
"Yes... Papa's sorry, it's Monday... Lita came with Papa to the office, again yes, continue.we ask Aunt Diah, story again" patiently, Marsel persuaded him.
"No way. He wants it now! hu huu..."
Marcel took a deep breath. If his son is sulking like this there is no other way, other than to obey. "Mac Marni, please call Mamang here." said Marsel.
"Okay sir" the uniformed Marni ART came out, calling the driver who was still cleaning the car.
Not long after, he returned with Mamang.
"I'm Sir" said the driver approaching Marsel looking at Lita who was still hiccuping.
"Pick up here Mang" said Marsel.
"Well sir" didn't say much, the driver immediately set off to pick up Diah.
While Marsel still persuades his daughter. "Tante Diah has been picked up by Mamang, Lita now takes a bath with Mbak Mar first yes..." Marsel got rid of Lita's hair that partially covered her face, and was wet with tears.
Lita then nodded obediently at the tutun mbak Marni.
"Well, who's Sel, isn't your secretary, her name is Siska, who's a division employee?" oma Cecar.
"Mom's production section" Marsel said, stepping behind the oma and sitting on the couch, chatting face to face.
"Production parts?" Oma asked back.
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