Married Three Breeding Widow
Do Not Throw Trash Off
Watching her stepson yell 'I love you' at Juwita now kisses a woman who knows who it feels disgusting. Juwita could even spit out her entire breakfast now but she held it up and stood there, to see the reality.
Here's Abhimanyu.
He's Abhimanyu.
See her.
The boy who was once sweet and adorable, busy thinking about volleyball to the point that it was impossible to think of women, was now there, throwing away all ambition towards volleyball, he said, against the nonsense of dreams and just focus on twisting the tongue of girls people.
Juwita stood there, accepting the fact in her heart that she had missed things.
Abhimanyu's hand squeezed the woman's chest when she suddenly realized, turning to Juwita. Juwita was expressionless even though Abhimanyu suddenly made a face as if he felt guilty.
"Jewith." Abhimanyu got away from the woman, approached her. "Lo ngapain—lo .. you shouldn't be here."
"Oh yeah?" Juwita looked at the woman instead of Abhimanyu. "Whose name are you?"
"Who and why are you talking?" the woman said annoyed. "Abimanyu, don't tell lo—"
"SHUT UP!" Abhimanyu snapped furiously before he held onto Juwita's arm. "Follow me."
Juwita brushed off Abhimanyu's hand and focused on the woman. "I'm her stepmom. I don't know what your name is, but mending don't ladenin men who are no sane."
"Jewith."
"You shut up" Juwita told Abhimanyu. "Mending now that you're done with your things, come with me home."
Abhimanyu shook his head, instead laughing cynically. "Lo doesn't have the right to regulate my life. I don't care."
"I have a right."
"Have rights, huh?" Abhimanyu grabbed his arm, cornered Juwita to the wall. "Have the right because you're Papa's wife or have the right because you're jealous of me and other girls?"
"I said shut up," Juwita sighed, trying hard to hold him back. "It's not about me or you but it's about how many women have to be victims of your crazy brain!"
"CONTINUE TO TELL ME WHAT?!" abhimanyu snapped, hitting the wall right next to Juwita's face.
It's not the first time Juwita's legs have been snapped, but it's definitely the first time Juwita has had such a clash from someone valuable to her.
For a moment Juwita froze. His heart immediately raced crazy accompanied by a burning feeling in there. His brain stopped thinking about anything and unconsciously shivered.
"Me," whispered Juwita along with teardrops falling down her cheeks, "want you to go home now."
Juwita took a breath and calmed herself down as an adult.
But Abhimanyu who saw it realized he had made a big mistake. Although he had often seen Juwita crying for various things, Abhimanyu had never seen Juwita cry until he was difficult to say.
"Jewith." Abhimanyu retreated, suddenly afraid of himself. "Gue was not intentional. Mean I—"
Juwita's hand lifted, gesturing for her to be quiet.
"We're home." Juwita pointed to her room with trembling fingers. "Come in, get everything done, go home with me. You understand?"
At least Juwita was aware that if she left this child here, leaving her on the grounds that she could already think of herself, dozens of innocent women would be the victims.
Juwita used to think that Abhimanyu did not deserve to play women and then get venereal disease. He deserves a better future.
But now Juwita just thinks that whoever it is, whoever it is, is not worth wasting their time on this trash.
At least Juwita should 'carry' him home because Juwita's parents. Want not.
That's the rule, right? Don't throw 'junk' away.
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