Wife Bet
Chapter 45. Meet

According to the agreement, Dewi asked her to accompany her to the mall. The first place he visited was a baby shop.

Seeing knick-knacks in the store, igniting the spirit of the Goddess to shop.

"Ma, pretty, ain't she?" ask Dewi while showing her a small pink dress.

"Pretty." The mother approached, then watched her daughter. Observe small clothes with lace that are in the hands of the Goddess. "What if Mama's boy's grandson?" tanyanya chuckles.

Dewi suddenly laughed, then his hands felt the stomach that began to bulge.

The goddess also grimaced to realize the absurdity. He himself did not know about the gender of the baby.

"Yes .. yes. Cook a handsome boy in a girl's shirt." The goddess was blown away, then put the clothes back on the hanger.

"So, which one, Ma? I was confused" said Dewi. His index finger tapped - typing his chin. Her eyes go around looking for clothes that might be suitable for her baby.

"Find the pants - pants. The same cold that the model can be used for baby girls or guys. Later if it has been born, then we shop again according to gender. We're a whole lot."

It was as if there was a light bulb shining above the head of the Goddess illuminated her mind that had been at a dead end.

"Ah yes. Then I'll look for it, huh." The goddess stepped up, leaving the mama still glued to where she stood.

Goddess with a feeling of joy choosing a model of clothes according to the advice of mama. However, there was something stuck in his heart. It feels like something is empty there. What was?

For a moment, the Goddess was stunned. Think about what's bothering him right now. However, until a few minutes passed he did not find what stuck in his heart. Trying to ignore the feeling of self, he was back struggling to find something that could please his feelings.

When he was busy choosing, his eyes suddenly looked at the scene on a couple who were choosing baby clothes. Just like her.

The difference is, the pregnant woman was accompanied by her husband. Choose the best clothes for their children.

Every now and then, the husband seemed to stroke the belly of his distended wife. Dewi estimated the age of the woman's womb was about eight months, or even nine months.

On another occasion, the husband would kiss the head of his wife. Ease of joking together, exchanging smiles.

The Goddess finally knew. What made her heart suddenly empty.

Goddess shopping baby gear alone. Without Andre's company, the husband. Although there is a mother, it would feel different if she was shopping with the father of the baby she contains.

With a quick movement, the Goddess wiped the wet traces on the cheeks. Don't let her be seen by Mama.

"Well done, not yet?" ask Mama to come closer. For he has not appeared to bring the clothes he has chosen.

"Eh, what, Ma?" The goddess stammered feeling that she had been caught by the mother.

"Have you got her clothes yet?"

"Not yet, confused about it. We eat first, Ma. Goddess is hungry." Dewi took the arms of the mother, taking the woman out of the baby supply store to the restaurant in the mall.

While on the way, the Goddess's footsteps stopped suddenly. In front of him was someone he had not seen for a long time.

Andre's busy serving customers. The man opened a drink bazaar at the mall.

The goddess stepped closer, standing in line like any other buyer.

My mother has prevented. But the Goddess did it.

Until, the queue runs out and the turn of the Goddess is served. Andre was surprised not to find the Goddess standing in front of him, unfortunately they are now blocked by a high table.

Like their relationship is blocked by a high wall.

Andre mute. He continues to serve the Goddess as the buyer who asked to be served.

However, when the Goddess gave money to Andre. The man refused.

"For my son. This drink is for my son. I already paid. Go ahead," Andre said with a trembling voice.

"What about her mother?" ask the Goddess with glazed eyes.

"Will his mother forgive me?" asked Andre with a hopeful twinkle.

The goddess was silent, her mouth as if it was tightly locked. It was eager for him to shout out loud, saying endless longing for the man.

"Sister, not yet. We want to buy too?" another visitor's reprimand breaks the conversation of two long-suffered humans, but separated by an endless ego.