Young Girl Wife CEO Duda
The Part 10
After last night kicked Gilang out of his room, Belva could not sleep at all. Afraid that his words would actually be done by Gilang.
He is the one who challenges, he is the one who is afraid.
The pain in his stomach was gone. Replacing the feeling of menstruation on the second day. It feels like sneezing just have to find a seat first to be more comfortable.
Sayup-sayup heard the voices of his parents and Gilang who were chatting. Belva knew they were chatting in a chair near the pool. Because only in that place could the voices be heard clearly from Belva's room.
Belva down intending for breakfast. Last night he did not have time to eat a mouthful of rice because he could not stand the pain in his stomach.
Correct guess. They're all by the pool.
Without waiting for them, Belva sat down on the dining table chair and took her breakfast to taste.
"Well, are you awake, Bel? Breakfast, anyway, not waiting for her husband, anyway?" ask Vita who was already standing nearby. Darmawan and Gilang also came and immediately sat in their seats.
"You're sleeping like a kebo, Bel? Her husband came until he did not hear. You do not know, if Gilang to take a shower in the bathroom of the guest room because you do not want to be disturbed? He also fell asleep there."
Belva is reluctant to glance at Gilang who has engineered the incident last night. Why didn't Gilang say Belva wasn't pregnant, and she was ready to divorce Belva? belva said in his heart.
"Her husband got his breakfast, dong, Bel. Eat yourself this good."
Without understanding his mother's words, Belva immediately drank the water in front of him. Get out of his chair and experience both of his parents. While Gilang he considers not there.
"Loh, loh. Where are you even going? Going to college next week, huh? It's still this morning, Bel."
"I made a pact with a friend, Ma, Pa. I'll go first."
"Not saying goodbye to Gilang? Belva!!!" Darmawan raised his voice slightly calling Belva who had already come out of the dining room.
Even the sound of his car was heard so quickly leaving the courtyard of their house.
"I'm sorry Belva wasn't polite, yeah, Lang. His nature is still unstable. I feel bad for you" said Darmawan unpleasantly.
Her worries of letting Belva get married finally happened as well. He is still too good at solving problems. If not in a state of compulsion, of course Darmawan will not marry his only daughter.
"It's okay, Pa. I'll talk to him again. It might still take some time to be alone" Gilang replied with a smile on her lips.
Although inwardly he could not calm down let Belva go alone in such an angry state.
Maybe his words last night were so presumptuous and offensive to Belva. Belva could have been angry because she also remembered that night. The night that made Belva like losing her confidence in front of Gilang.
***
Gilang down the streets of Surabaya to find Belva. The number could not be contacted at all. Makes Gilang more worried about making it.
There are not many places in Surabaya that Gilang knows. Especially the place that is often visited by Belva. Also anyone Belva's friend here who might be able to provide information about Belva's whereabouts.
"Where are you, anyway, Bel?" He murmured when his car stopped because of the red light.
When the lights go back green, Gilang accidentally sees Belva's car from the opposite direction. He memorized the color and number plate.
But Gilang still had to find a way to turn the direction because it could not turn the direction in just any way. There's rules.
And that made Gilang lose track of Belva's car.
"Damn it!!!" Almost three years not fussed about the scourge of women, this time Gilang had to deal again with it. And it could be like this forever.
Face the anger and upset Belva every day. Because it was impossible in Gilang's mind to divorce Belva.
Everything can still be repaired. In fact, he accepted Belva's situation anyway. Gilang just needs time to convince himself that he really loves Belva.
***
After seeing Belva's car on the road, Gilang immediately returned to Darmawan's house. In the hope that Belva has come home, and they can talk about last night's problems.
Gilang smiled widely when he saw Belva's car parked in front of the house. Missing immediately down to find Belva.
"Belva's home, Budhe?" ask budhe Puji to make sure.
"Already, Mas Gilang. It went straight to his room."
"good. Thank you, Budhe."
Gilang immediately up the stairs. When opening the door of Belva's room, there was the sound of water coming from inside the bathroom. Silang sat on the sofa waiting until Belva came out of the bathroom.
I need dingerteni
Tetegke atiku wis koyo your mother
Ora tau nggersulo ngadepi
Sing nggawe atiku atiku tatu
(Mas, you need to know)
(The freshness of my heart is like your mother)
(That never complains about your behavior)
(That makes my heart hurt)
Before long, Belva had changed songs again. The difference this time is in Indonesian. Gilang could understand the song.
If this is hopeless
Why should I be the goal
When your heart is hurt
I'm the medicine
Without ever appreciating
Love and love this sincere
Why difficult...
For I can have your heart...
Even all this time, my presence is worthless to you
What's happening now, I'm just your halfway house
When you're hurt..
And when everything was gone
You just disappeared
Very few people connect with their stories. She knew Belva was singing that song from her heart. The taste of the song in Javanese also means not much different from the song owned by Fabio Asher.
After ten minutes of waiting, accompanied by a mediocre voice forced to sing in a high tone, Belva finally came out of the bathroom as well.
Gilang immediately shifted his gaze. While Belva shouted loudly to see there was Gilang there.
How could you not be surprised? The smooth white body of Belva is wrapped around a towel without any other cover. Gilang who had seen him must have swallowed his saliva. Naturally, he's a normal guy. Moreover, the woman before him was already legitimately his. It didn't really matter if he wanted to linger looking at it.
Belva immediately went back into the bathroom. "What's wrong here?" scream from inside the bathroom.
"You sound good, Bel. How are we recording tomorrow?" Gilang laughed a little.
"So you're insulting me, aren't you?"
"Nothing. Get out, Bel, we need to talk!"
"No. Brother Gilang out of my room first."
"Yes already. I'm out first. Don't dawdle. Call me when it's done."
"Yes!!!"
Gilang decided to get out of Belva's room immediately. Ease what he had felt when he saw Belva just wearing a towel like that.
"Hold, Gilang," he said many times. Giving affirmations to himself so as not to remember the smooth shoulder of Belva. Moreover, water droplets from the hair that came out of the winding towel on his head made Belva more sek*i in his eyes.
Ah, long ago Gilang can go crazy on his own if it's like this.
***
Belva sat in a chair by the pool, waiting for Gilang to finish swimming.
Because the scientific reaction from inside Gilang's body made Gilang decide to swim while waiting for Belva to finish wearing his clothes.
But now even Belva who made waiting.
In order to keep pace with Gilang, whose thinking was much more mature than Belva, Belva chose to fulfill Gilang's request to speak.
Because Belva's habit is to run away from problems. Be present!
Belva could not blink when he saw Gilang who had gone up, revealing his sturdy body, a plaid stomach. As well as something prominent clearly on the lower part of the stomach.
Belva instantly averted her gaze as Gilang approached her. Both hands rubbed their hair with a towel. Looks like... Ah, nevermind. Belva doesn't want to talk about it.
"Sorry, wait a long time."
"That's okay," Belva replied without looking at Gilang.
"His stomach is healed."
Belva nodded her head. "Udah."
"When to go to college?"
"Next week."
"We went to Jakarta, yeah. Mama and Papa also want to meet. Two days, really. Not long."
Belva was silent and answered nothing. The silence that Gilang thought was an agreement.
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