It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
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It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion

By Sept

Being unattractive after marriage, because it is busy taking care of children and the house, is not a reason the husband seeks entertainment outside the home.

Dance is not as beautiful as it used to be when she was a teenager, her body has also begun to contain. His once glowing face was slowly dull due to lack of care.

The way Dari dress changed drastically, after having children, she prefers to wear simple clothes rather than fashionable and fashionable.

This is what made her husband start chattering and protesting. Less this, less that, as if the woman who used to look beautiful and perfect in her eyes, is now completely unattractive.

"Tar, next time put on a little nice shirt. I'm ashamed of them" the God said without hesitation.

The words of the thick-browed man were enough to make the wife's heart shocked. Is there something wrong with her clothes? The clothes are clean, fragrant, and the color does not fade. Indeed, since her husband became a manager, Tari felt that her husband had changed a lot. It's starting to spit out weird. Frequent protests and complains.

The gods began to often complement this and that, from small problems such as the menu of the cuisine that's it, until the comments of Dance clothes that might not be good in the eyes of the husband. Understandably, maybe because the God of his slang with the fashionable, fragrant, young and beautiful women out there.

"Thy? Why should I be ashamed? This shirt is still worth it." Dance looked at her husband. She disputed her husband's opinion.

Sadewa Hartanto, a manager at a large company in the capital. She was the husband of her previous dreams.

Tonight, the two of them finished attending the dinner. There were many co-workers of the gods who were present with their wives or children. Earlier, the gods invited Dance. Bring his wife and a little bit of a smell when looking at his wife when compared to the wife of his other coworkers.

While the princess is a mere puppet they are left in the house of his mother God. Because it must be fussy if you participate in the slightly formal event.

Now the God looked at his wife from top to bottom, the angel spec that used to be attached to the self of Dance, was immediately inversely proportional today.

"Don't make them think I didn't give you money" chirped the God again. It seems like she is demanding that Tari wear fashionable clothes, similar to the wives of her co-workers.

Hearing the complaints of the Gods, Dance was just silent. Listening to every word that came out of her husband's lips. The figure of the man who had sailed the household ark eight years with him.

"When do we pick up Ibel?" tanya Dari, she deliberately distracted the attention of the Gods. She did so that her husband did not focus angry unclear because of trivial matters. Yes, for Dance appearance is not everything now.

The gods also exhale. "Tomorrow, make me coffee now" said the Lord.

The 30-year-old looked at her husband. They're only 3 years apart. Their brief introductions immediately took them to a more serious level. After 5 months since getting acquainted, they decided on a proposal and the next month got married.

At that time Dance was still very beautiful, when they became acquainted with Dance was the most beautiful and most idolized girl on campus. There are even lecturers who had PDKT with Dance, but a sense of comfort was actually present from people who had just met. From strangers who click on the heart.

In the past God was very humble, humorous, friendly, loving, every word that came out of his lips felt cool, now his attitude changed a little after they got married. Especially if it is near the end of the month and a lot of work in the office, God will often be emotional when at home.

Currently both are living a household life with the same person, but that trait has begun to change. Over time, not only the attitude, but also the physical changes.

Dance used to be 165 cm tall, and weight was ideal in her era. Now the needle scales often slide to the right. Counting during pregnancy and after childbirth, body Dance is not like it used to be. No more yahut, the hailed Spanish guitar has passed. The white face has begun to be decorated with acne and wrinkles signs of premature aging. Maybe because it holds a lot of inner pressure from all directions, and has a husband who begins to often grouse him.

Dance looks not glowing anymore nor is it because Dance is not good at self-care, it's just time out to focus on taking care of Ibel, a super active toddler who is now at her in-laws' house.

Actually not only the husband and child problem, there are other problems that make the source of inner pressure Dance so far, sometimes in-laws and in-laws comment this and that, complete already taste. Nano-nano is uncountable. He thought, married to God is the right choice, it turned out to set aside a little stress to run to eat, snack and finally BB Dance was not unstoppable anymore. Uncontrolled and if the diet, the results always give up before it succeeds.

***

In the morning, when the sun is not high. And the weather is still cold. The god was already sitting behind the wheel, he pressed the horn many times to get his wife out. His face was riled up, impatiently waiting for Dance who was not out of the house. And as soon as Dari opened the door, God opened the windshield.

"For so long?" god Cetus. The man who used to look at her lovingly, now looked sour and his face was bent like a tangled laundry.

"Check the kitchen first, Mas. Afraid of a stove burning. Just bring me a change of Ibel. Earlier, the mother called, told me to bring a change of clothes for Ibel," said Tari explained the reason.

Not liking to hear excuses, God immediately looked away and turned on the car engine.

The white car drove away from the God's residence, into the main road and the speed began to increase.

***

Not too long ago, less than half an hour, they arrived at the grand family residence of the Gods. The house is big, and the yard is big. Just put a few parking cars in there. And when God got out of the car, Ibel the super-active toddler immediately ran to stretch his hands towards God. His little legs ran towards the car that was already parked.

"Papa."

With affection, the God immediately grabbed Ibel. That little boy who looks so much like him. If in front of their child, the God is like incarnate as an Angel. His attitude has changed greatly.

His face turned friendly, but since then nagging at home. A little bit in front of the dance. Such is the God, regardless of his nature that began to irritate in front of the wife, if in front of Ibel, God has always been a figure of a dream father.

It is impossible to just stay still, Dari also entered the house, not forgetting while carrying a bag of clothes belonging to Ibel. As well as fresh fruit that he had previously bought for souvenirs. It's not good to leave the child but bring nothing.

"What's wrong, Ma'am Dance?" tanya Rani, sister-in-law of Tari who still lives with Tari's in-law. Rani pleasantries when she sees her brother-in-law coming.

Rani was married last year, but has no children. And Rani likes it best if Ibel is put there. Ibel, who is the first grandchild, already looks like a prima donna in the Hartanto family. Moreover, the Dance child is very beautiful, although very active and quite melted while guarding it.

"Kok bother," said the in-laws when he saw Tari coming with stuff.

Dance replied with a smile then put down the items she was carrying. On the table, while changing clothes he put in the room.

So far, everything seems normal. They chatted quietly and there seemed to be no problem. Until when Dance to the Kitchen. And his in-laws and brother-in-law began to whisper behind him.

The god who was sitting and holding Ibel's hand, only smiled faintly.

"He is younger than Rani. But it's like Rani's aunt" complained her mother again. It was not once twice that the in-laws talked about Dance in the back. It makes the gods more uncomfortable.

While Rani, she's joining the fray. Come and vilify Dari in front of her sister and mother.

Until finally, Tari was silent behind them. Stand behind the curtains, holding a glass filled with orange juice for Ibel. Yeah, he knew a long time ago, that his in-laws and brother-in-law were lacking respect. In front of pretending to be good. However, behind Tari, often talked negative things about her.

Dari breathed a heavy sigh and walked over by forcing her face to look ordinary.

"Dear baby, this is the juice" said Tari. And the people who were talking about themselves were silent for a moment. Ibel was hyperactive, she came closer. Then sit on the sofa while leaning on the body of the God.

At first glance everything seemed fine, but the hearts of each in the room, raging against each other. Mutual satire, sweet-faced though in the heart of each other's curse.

***

A few months later.

Dance began many reasons when invited to the house of her in-laws, sometimes pretending to have a headache, or there are reasons. This is all he does to maintain sanity.

Meeting in-laws and in-laws, just makes Dari depressed. Until one day, the gods began to suspect.

"Why do you rarely go to mom's? Isn't there work at home? Play there the same Ibel," said the God who had taken a bath.

The man then placed a towel on the bed, then stood in front of the mirror while wearing perfume.

Dari looked at the towel and turned to look at her husband. The more age, her husband is more charismatic. Though sometimes his words are irritating.

"Yes, next week I'll be there, Mom."

"Well, so! Even at home, it's okay, right?" resolute God.

Dance smiled wryly. Just because of the IRT, he was said to do nothing at home. Just because it doesn't work, as if looked at one eye. And that forbids her husband's work.

Free of the undergraduate degree he has, if you can choose, Dance also prefers work. He also imagined himself, if he worked maybe his life was not boring like this.

Doldrums Dance takes a wet towel, always so. After bathing the husband put his towel carelessly.

Not to mention having to tidy up the house like a broken ship because it has a toddler. After putting your little one to sleep, dance to the kitchen. Before going to bed, he washes all the dirty dishes. All the endless housework, he did it himself. And her husband said, at home she was just idle.

***

It's getting dark, it's 10 p.m. Suddenly there is a WA entry on the phone Dance is in cas. Apparently from his group first.

[Dance, how are you? Long time no word heard. I just got your new contact from the department. I just want to tell you as his role model. Next week there is the Akbar Reunion. You must attend, BTW ... Mr. Hendra will come, must be very funny. He used to chase you. Don't forget yes. Must attend, you were the mascot]

Dance reading WA message with a knot smile. Then look back. Her husband is busy on his laptop.

"Mas, can I come to the reunion?" tanya Dance.

"Hemm," replied the seemingly indifferent God.

The woman also pursed her lips. Then open the closet, about tomorrow wear what clothes? I don't know, he's starting to get excited. Maybe because it is saturated with daily activities.

***

Starting from here, from a Reunion that makes Dance's life slowly begins to change. In a cafe that is quite large and has been booked for the Akbar Reunion event.

Dance sat down with her gangmate first. She came alone, Ibel at her in-laws' place. Before coming to the reunion event, Tari did go to the house of in-laws first. Because I promised to go there. Not good either, they asked Ibel several times. He said he was kangen with their only grandchild.

Now, in Reunion's place, Dance is no longer what it used to be. Where almost all eyes were on him. What is now even seen some of Tari's classmates were talking, like talking about it in the back.

"When it used to be very beautiful, now even mending me everywhere," muttered one of the friends of the Dance class.

Others also commented.

"When her husband is the manager" another whispered.

"It could be that he is happy, so his body is fertile" another friend chanted but with a mocking face.

Body brands are good, still slim. The face was helped because skincare was expensive. But they should not judge people only from the outside.

Until finally, the figure of a man in a white shirt with arms folded until the elbow comes in. All are focused on the figure of the charismatic man.

The figure of the man who had a high and proportional posture suddenly pulled a chair and sat next to Dance, then connected.

Fb Sept September

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