Pseudo Imagination
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"If Andra was their real father, my two daughter would definitely be very happy, unfortunately that's just a pseudo imagination." she thought, she was moved to see the atmosphere in the living room that afternoon.
Then she wiped the tears from her cheeks with the palms of her hands, while leaning her back and head on the sideboard, she took a deep breath.
Sigh! She breathed heavily again and again.
"Hey, already long?" she greeted casually, Andra turned to her smiling broadly.
"Just now, if it's like a tree the tree has already borne fruit, the leaves have fallen the tree has fallen again, and the tree has grown again." he joked, making her and her two daughters smile broadly.
"You always, can make me laugh." she sat on the edge of the sofa.
"Uncle Andra is good, and Uncle Andra is also funny." said her little daughter, who is being carried on his back.
Hearing her daughter's said, about the bald man who had the status of that person's husband, her lips curled into a smile, but the look on her face showed concern. She took Andra's pack of cigarettes, then took out one and smoked it.
"Aunt Minah, please make me coffee and bring here the souvenirs I bought yesterday in Bandung." she exclaimed loudly, she immediately made her national coffee.
"How was going home, it took so long for you to go home? I'm not going home this year, it's a hassle."
Andra was actually annoyed that Flower was going home for so long.
"You know for go to the two villages that from end to end need quite a long time, first to my mom's house and then to my dad's house, from Banten to Bandung it's in the opposite direction, added the rain is and full of traffic jams, haiz!" she explained the chronology of her parents' hometowns.
"Oh yeah I forgot, sorry Okem darling."
He put on an innocent face grinning, the beautiful woman patted her forehead.
"Amd you know too how my parents' status, they divorced when I was little." her tone was weak.
Sigh! Her breath was heavy.
"Don't talk about it anymore, later you end up crying it's better if we dance India, hide in trees and run around in the rain, like in Indian films." he consoled.
"You, ridicolous guy!"
They laughed out loud, even though she was laughing but her eyes were teary.
"How happy I am to see my two daughters getting along with this bald man, but I don't dare let alone have too much hope because being sick but not bleeding is more painful, suffocating and hurtful. Njleb! Defeating stings and sick because scratched, by a sharp object." she thought, she wiped the tears in the corners of her eyes.
While they were enjoying their time together, suddenly Andra's cell phone which was placed on the table rang. The woman sitting opposite him accidentally saw the name on the screen.
"Puspitasari, telephone from old woman." she grumbled, her face turning flat.
They both looked at each other.
"Just pick up, the noise!" she looked away as if she didn't care, Andra choked.
Cough! Cough!
Grabbing his cell phone he stepped quickly, and she glanced cynically at the shaved-headed man who passed in front of her. He received a call outside.
"Be patient Flower, I have to be extra patient." she muttered softly.
From a distance he occasionally giving a smile, the woman rolled her eyes her face was very flat. It took quite a long time for his wife to call, making her face become even flat, even though she hide it behind a smile.
She could not avoid and cover the fire jealous that was burning, turbulent and explode in her heart.
When jealousy is present it feels looks like Jailangkung who came and was not picked up and went home not delivered is very scary, horror!
Andra sat back on the sofa, sipped his lemon tea and finished the pizza on his plate, but his eyes were empty. Flowers was silent.
"Andra was daydreaming ya, what was he daydreaming about?" Flower was curious and her face became stiffer like a dried chamois.
"Why you were daydreaming, what was your wife talking about earlier?" she inquired, her eyes truly full of suspicion.
Andra took a deep breath.
"It's nothing, honey." Andra smiled faintly, he didn't want to make Flower even more annoyed.
"Lies! I don't believe that!" she said as quickly as lightning, she looked at him sharply, her lips curved sarcastically.
Andra smiled broadly, "You're even more beautiful, when you're sulking." he joked, her chin on he poked .
Spontaneously, she turned her face away, her lips pursed and her arms folded across her chest.
"Ukh!"
Andra moved to sit on her right, then embraced her shoulder with his left hand, then gently ruffled her hair.
"Don't be angry my princess, your face will wrinkle quickly. It's too crowded here, I'll call you when I'm home. Or will I go to the apartment, again tomorrow? Later we'll talk, from heart to heart." he said softly then he kissed her forehead gently.
Flower just nodded her head and hugged him. They forgot that it was crowded there, and when realized they immediately let go of their embrace with blushing faces, glancing left and right.
When he speaks in a gentle tone his hoarse and deep voice is very nice to hear, sexy!
So up to it is so soothing that anyone who hears it will definitely melt and their heart will devastated because of it, amazed!
What a man who is so charming up to make that every woman is fascinated!
"I'm already at home darling, I'm in the garage. Don't chat anymore, wait I send chat first and call you."
He spoke in a low voice, afraid of being discovered by his wife.
"Okay, I'm still tidy up the shopping." he said flatly.
"Well good night and sweet dreams baby, luv u muah!"
"Good night and sweet dreams, luv u too muah!" they hung up the phone.
Andra deleted all messages and phone calls, to Flower on his cell phone. Since his wife hit Flower, he often checks his cell phone. He immediately entered his house, holding a plastic bag, carrying pizza for his wife and four sons, with an innocent face and a big smile approaching, those who were gathered in the TV room.
Flower moved to the sofa and lay down, straightening and shaking her legs which were on top of the pile of feet next to her on the sofa.
"He said he wanted to talk privately later, or did he forget? Ah never mind forget it, I have to be patient and be patient ya my heart." she muttered.
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