The womb 1 billion
Eps 121 Inner War Because of Eden

Two days after Inspiration divorced Naomi verbally, their lives went back to how they were before. Inspiration had already put together a plan in such a way as to ensnare Rendy. One day ago Ilham had registered their divorce in court, the power that Inspiration has will certainly make the divorce proceedings run smoothly, as today, he said, Ilham has officially bagged a divorce deed with Naomi that Andre managed to complete. The man is no longer married to Naomi.

Not only Monita, Eden also already know the perpetrators of hit-and-run his mother and Naomi's affair with Rendy. Hearing that, of course, Eden was furious, wanting it to feel like he threw the badjetan into the dead sea, but Ilham prevented it and believed Eden that Inspiration could paralyze the bastard man.

“Why is it still here? Back office there.” Monita then realized Ilham had not yet moved to the office after he finished from the court.

“Let's go, I'm still at home, there's Andre calm down.”

Ilham patted the empty side next to him, asking Dikta to sit there. Dikta's round eyes calmed down a little, Ilham smiled happily when he saw his son now rising up on his stomach.

Bughhh

“Ah papa not ready Dikta.” Inspiration grimaced when Dikta suddenly occupied his stomach. Ilham thought his son would sit by his side, where he knew Dikta mala made his stomach exactly the waiting chair so.

Playing with Dikta who made his stomach as a seat was a warmth that Inspiration never expected. Although it was a little painful because Dikta could not stay still in one position, but moved too much.

“Aarrgghh, papa is not a horse dear.” Dikta continued to move freely over the belly of Inspiration.

“Dikta again up what?” Monita asked who was now lying on the side of Inspiration by making her husband's arm a pillow.

“Duda.” Dikta answered briefly and managed to make Ilham frown, ride a widower?

“Ku-daaa not duda.”

“He is usually a widower.” Sela Monita found it funny to hear Dikta's speech if it was so wrong.

“Yes should be taught. Dikta, let's teach papa to talk yes.”

“Kuu.”

“Uuu.” Dikta followed the words of the papa but it was not that good.

“Da.”

“Dah.”

“Ok horse.”

“Duda.”

Never mind, Inspiration gives up, maybe it can not even be forced. While Monita just laughed funny seeing the seriousness of these two men in learning to talk.

“You're too adorable, I want one more dear.”

Ilham was too anxious that Ilham hugged his son so tightly that he made Dikta uncomfortable and ended up with a loud pat on his papa's face.

“Aawww, Mon.”

The man grimaced with pain because his eyelids dikta pinched. But he also did not want to release his embrace from the son, Monita painstakingly released the pinch of Dikta, he continued to shout until the atmosphere of the room that had been calm so full of chaos between the child and his papa.

“Papa smackdown yes.” Speak to Ilham when the son is already under him.

Instead of crying, the toddler laughed endlessly. While Monita was worried, she screamed when Ilham treated Dikta exactly six-year-old.

“Do not slam so dong, the bones are still soft mas.”

“Quiet darling, I can take care of the child.” Say Ilham was very confident, even though Monita was anxious, afraid of both of them falling out of bed.

Dikta's sweat is pouring out, he is very happy when enjoying the game with his father. They often played like that, and it was unceasing to make Monita's blood spill in half.

“Breath..Try papa's opponent again, let's hit papa.” Ilham's decree waited for his son to actually hit him.

Dikta was still confused if ordered so, he stood in front of the face of Ilham, until Ilham clapped when his son landed a punch on his face.

“Good! Dikta if papa hit dodge like this.”

Dikta was only 1 year old, not ten years old. Inspiration is indeed less intake or how, applying such a game for his son who is still a toddler.

“Actually the child was taught the names of fruits, the names of animals and others, not taught to be a bouncer.” Monita shook her head, but seeing Dikta who was so happy when playing with her papa made Monita no problem. In fact, the son is more fun to play with Ilham than with him.

“There is a time dear, Dikta male, must be taught martial arts like his papa.”

Ilham and Dikta really wrestled in bed, although Monita had noticed Ilham's own frenzy, somersaulting on the bed to teach her son how to be a brave man.

“Serah, but beware if she cries yes.”

“Quiet darling.”

Calm down he said? Just as Monita went to fetch food for her son, the cry of Dikta began to sound to make Monita undo her intentions.

“What else? She fell huh?”

“No dear.” Reply to Inspiration who is now calming Dikta in the arms.

“Terus why? Why dikta son? Jeez his finger was bitten yes.”

Monita bought sharp when she realized there was a bite mark on Dikta's fingers, it could not be Dikta's tooth, the size was different. While Ilham, now holding back his laughter.

“Not accidentally darling, but calm I can make it silent.”

“How can? Obviously I made him cry like this.”

“I can be alone baby, look he's quiet right?”

It is true that Dikta was silent, only to leave his son with Ilham alone, Monita was unsure. She was worried that Dikta was crying more than this.

Dikta even threw away the face when Monita stretched out her hand, she still chose to be in the arms of Inspiration and now she really began to calm down.

“Tu right, did I say. Can't believe husband anyway.”

After being silent, Dikta began to ask to be released. Seeing the somersault like that made Dikta now take the position of making his mother ketar ketir extraordinary.

“Dikta! I told you not to be taught anything, surely yesterday-yesterday mas has taught him this way yes.”

“No dear, indeed Dikta's fast capture.” Ilham dodged, where perhaps he confessed to Monita that he had taught this to Dikta since yesterday-yesterday.

****

Today, Eden is in front of the campus with Arga. The course hours are over, but the two students are still sitting at home in one of the campus gazebos.

“Why Ga? What do you want to say?” Ask Eden who has been getting hot since Arga has not spoken. It had been half an hour that they were sitting in the gazebo, but there was no sign of Arga saying anything yet.

Arga took a deep breath, in order to neutralize his novelty feelings. Today he plans to re-declare his love, whether it has been several times, which is clear Arga never give up.

The umpteenth time of rejection made Arga's heart frown when he again declared his love today. Unlike at first expressing his feelings that seemed high confidence, this time Arga looked nervous and even broke out in a cold sweat.

“Eeemmm... Den.. se_actually, a_aku.” muttered Arga so it looked exactly like a student facing a BK teacher. Nervous not playing.

“Iya why Ga?”

“I…. I.. i_ingin...” Arga hung up his sentence and went back to taking a breath and exhaling it slowly.

“Interest what?” Eden looked riled up while shaking her hand to her hot face. How not, Arga expressed his feelings in the gazebo whose sunlight can be up to peeling into the gazebo.

“You overheated Den?” Asked Arga who was insensitive since then.

“Considered? So quickly say, what the hell do you want to say? It's been half an hour here.”

“Ya already Den tundah only, tomorrow I just say, I can not bear to see you overheated like this.”

“Enak aja, I've been here since I was already curious too, you play tundah so. Let's quickly say it now!” Tell Eden with a slightly elevated tone. Arga swallowed his saliva, whereas Arga was about to express his love, but not yet answered by Monita, he had gotten a scolding from the girl whose patience was as thin as this lumpia skin. Yes Eden is not as patient as her meek brother Monita.

“OK okay, I take a breath first.” Arga said then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, whether it had been a few times.

Eden rolled his eyeballs lazily, while yawning widely when Arga was still buying time so. How not, it's been Eden's nap hour, he's missed his bed that seemed to be calling when he imagined it.

“Den, I want to be your girlfriend, are you willing? I love you Eden.” Reveal Arga in the end while holding the girl's clothesline.

Replacing the silent Eden this time, he gawked when he heard the statement of Arga who has been umpteenth this time. Apparently the man had not given up either, and as per Eden's promise to himself. If until Andre has not also expressed his feelings for Eden, he will receive the love of another man, whether it is anyone. And now there is a man who invites him to wade through the sea of love together, he cannot shut his mouth and ears, inevitably he has to accept it, about taste, let it be a business later.

“Iya I received_”

“Eden!” Eden's words stopped when the familiar shrill called his name.

Eden and Arga both turned to the source of the voice. Eden slightly flinched with a gaping mouth looking at the figure of the handsome man in front of her right now.

“Kak Andre?”

“I beg you, please don't accept him Den.”

“Why?”

“Den don't listen to this man, hey bang, please dong don't spoil the atmosphere. I love Eden so much, please don't stop her, she already received my love.” Sergey Arga began to ketar ketir, how not, indirectly this man like it has mastered the heart of Eden completely. Because of him, Eden rejected it many times.

Arga is certainly aware of this, although Andre has not expressed his feelings, but Arga can see from the way Eden looked at this man. There is love there. Speech Andre who claimed to be Eden's girlfriend the other day he considered mere nonsense.

“Come we go home!” Andre pulls Eden's wrist and takes him away from Arga's presence but Arga immediately stops him. The man also blocked Eden's other wrist.

“Den please, don't go, you've accepted me right? We're dating now, right?.”

“Ta_but Ga.” Eden so confused when seeing these two men in turn, both do not want to lose, both want to prioritize their respective ego.

“Den, let's go home now!”

“Bang, don't cheat dong! I can take Eden home, she's my girlfriend now.”

“Don't dream of you! Eden hasn't fully said that he accepts you.”

“That's all because you cut his words.”

“Eden does not love you Arga, you must be aware of it!”

“Have bang, better Eden come home with me.”

“That could drive Eden home was just me. I entrusted her brother and sister-in-law to bring Eden.”

“Oh yes? Who is his brother would be surprised if he saw his favorite sister ushered in a man like you?” Arga ejeked with a slanted smile that rose from her lips.

“You don't know that I'm his brother-in-law's right hand.” He said while forcibly removing the Arga hand link from Eden's hand.

“And one more, don't ever call me an aged man. Although I am older than you, but I am definitely more handsome.”

The question of good looks is true what Andre said. Although Arga is a handsome man, but not as handsome as the man who owns the nose bangir, which many times always makes Eden lulled every time he saw it.

“Do not hope you can take away Eden!” Arga said he was about to start pulling Eden's wrist but as soon as possible Eden brushed it off.

“Stop! Please don't be childish! Then I'd better take a taxi home. Can I get my head woozy if you're in the middle of the two of you for a long time!” Ketus Eden then. His head until it let out smoke, really annoying.

Eden let go of Andre's hand and was about to pass from the presence of the two men who were in the middle of the inner war, but Andre did not remain silent. As fast as lightning the man carried Eden exactly a sack of rice and carried her away from that place. No matter with Arga who keeps screaming calling Eden. Andre did not bother when Eden continued to thrash ask to be lowered, really less intake.