Married Hot Duda
49.

Nanda orders a taxi to deliver the goods to the house, then she meets Yesa. It is not difficult to find the woman among dozens of heads that meet this European-style cafe and restaurant. A standout appearance like a supermodel, Yessa stood up, welcoming Nanda with a warm smile.

"Hi .. more and more kinclong his wife Pak Nuga this." Yessa unceremoniously, as if they had been familiar, blending the cheeks alternately. Nanda was amazed.

It seemed, Yesa was working in a field that required her to be friendly to everyone. Nanda was amazed at her upbringing, her self-confidence, and she looked sincere.

"My client just left and I just wanted your WA .. uh, you came." Yessa takes Nanda sitting on a stretched single sofa.

Nanda smiled in response, his tail glancing at the glass table in front of him. Jessa looked very careful and graceful. There are only two drinks that are still intact. Nanda sighed. Jessa is really a person who takes care of herself, different from her. Ten o'clock through his stomach was rumbling incoherently.

She came early hoping to fill her stomach first, but apparently, she had to keep a stance in front of Yessa.

"What message?" Jessa offered generously, raising her hand to the side of the face, and before long the servant came.

"Just leave it." Nanda chose before the menu book landed in his hands and here the wafl is quite large and delicious, the ice cream is not stingy, and the chocolate is abundant. Fascinating too. "Coklet waxed waffles."

Yessa smiled at Nanda's voice. His gaze judged, but he smiled as if all of that was acceptable and understandable. "Come here, huh?"

"Morning ...." Nanda nodded. Why come here if in cafe Om Nuga only for free. But he's been here a few times with his college friends.

"Sameen, Brother." Yessa seems to believe Nanda's choice must be delicious. The woman smiled as she let the waiter go, then stared at the cell phone for a while before looking back at Nanda.

Nanda watched him all of that without blinking.

"So, what do you want?" Yessa was interviewing a source. Both of his hands opened to the side while shaking. "Honestly, I don't know where to start. It's so complicated."

Nanda finally saw her true self. She smiles. "How long did Arum get married to Om—maaf, I used to call him that."

Yesa nodded in understanding. "About 19 years old, he had just entered college at that time. Not finished semester one anyway."

"Much younger than me, yeah ...." Nanda origin responded.

"But at that time, Mr. Nuga was also young. If you're married now, it's appropriate that you call her Om." Jessa is getting comfortable. "Btw, Mr. Nuga never talked about Arum, anyway, just like you?"

Nanda shakes. "If you had told me, I wouldn't have found you."

"Yes, Om once said that Arum had a difficult pregnancy. It seemed to hurt him terribly ...." Nanda tried to remember. "There's a health problem, huh?"

"No," answered Yessa, shaking her head. " There is a problem with the womb, Hima should be aborted from the age of two months in the womb, but Mr. Nuga supports Arum's decision to keep Hima."

"Oh, so." Nanda matched, then he remembered that Hima had no one but Nuga's family. "The Arum family no one came to see Hima at all while I was there, they were still there right? Yeah, even if it's just a distant relative?"

Yessa slightly retreated, her countenance confused, then feeling Nanda watching, she advanced again awkwardly. "I don't know. We weren't close at the time."

"I am her there. Hima has five years, at least they are together 6 years, do not want to see grandchildren, pounders, cousins, or anything?!" Nanda pulled a shoulder.

His mouth was holding back from saying anything about the blessing that the two had not pocketed until now.

"Arum Om Nuga, is it?" Nanda turned to Yessa quickly.

"No .. yes indeed lecture there, just different building. And Mr. Nuga doesn't teach in Arum's class. Rich in them they are strange. Gimanaya ngonya—"

"Honestly, let it be good, Yessa .. for me Arum is just my husband's past." Nanda was careless and impatient, but she wisely stretched out a smile.

Yessa turns in awe at Nanda who by feeling herself convoluted. "They are MBA ... married because of accident—sorry to say."

"What?"

"Yes ... All men are the same, right?" Yesa smile.

Nanda shock ....

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