Married Three Breeding Widow
I Want to Lo
Juwita's cold attitude continued until tomorrow and tomorrow. Even on the day Abhimanyu invited his friends to come because they had somehow heard the news of Abhimanyu's wedding, Juwita blatantly put on an unfriendly face.
Though usually Juwita will be happy to make snacks for friends Abhimanyu or Banyu, but Juwita just to the kitchen to make food for his children, as well as Banyu and Cetta, just to the kitchen, then go upstairs like Abhimanyu is a ghost.
Abhimanyu doesn't like. He does not like to be ignored by Juwita.
Therefore, when Abhimanyu had the opportunity, the boy immediately pulled Juwita.
"I can't believe it, Juwita." Abhimanyu demands selfishness. "Lo who means I'm at home now you treat me as if I don't exist? What do you mean?"
"Huh?" Juwita frowned as if Abhimanyu's words were hard to understand. "Love me one reason why I should be nice to you."
Abhimanyu's jaw tightens. "Kalo lo emang seneng not like I'm not leaving!"
"Oh, can't." Juwita pulled her hand from Abhimanyu, not hiding the impression of disgust. "You don't have the right to make a house as beautiful as you think. Your only right here is to stay at home, your own mind is the same!"
Abhimanyu forcefully grabbed Juwita's arm, pushing her against the wall. "Lo thought it could just keep on with me?" abhimanyu's anger threatened. "Lo think because you're so pretentious that I'm now meaning I should be afraid?"
Juwita glared even though her eyes were reddened and looked very hurt. "What do you want, huh? You want to snatch me again? Want to scream in my face let me be afraid of you? Or what huh, Abhimanyu? Want to use your ball hitting skill again to me?"
Very firmly, Juwita pointed at Abhimanyu's chest. "Inget yeah, kid. Inget. You never win from me every time we play the ball spike so don't you think vuma because I cry blood when mingelirin, suddenly I don't bosa mentalin ball into people's face again."
Abhimanyu did not focus on Juwita's talk about how strong and able he was to fight. Abhimanyu stared fixedly at his face, breathing in the distinctive scent of it, focused on the movements of his lips.
"What are you doing?" Juwita glared even more as Abhimanyu did not hide it.
But if he were to raise his voice now this one house would know. Juwita's weakness is that she hates making a shitty fuss. Abhimanyu knew that well.
So without hesitation Abhimanyu touched his face, breathing heavily by the insanity that would not stop it.
"Abimanyu, are you crazy?!"
"You crazy boy! Get off me before I hit you!"
The second after he said it, Abhimanyu just forcibly grasped Juwita's hands, holding her easily on the wall.
"Lo's better at hitting the ball, huh." Abhimanyu whispered. "But first and that's about the ball, Juwita."
"Abimanyu."
"I love you!"
Juwita gasped as Abhimanyu's hands punched the wall while still holding his hands. He could have banged Juwita's hand as a threat, but the boy made sure only his hand hit the wall.
"I love you," whispered Abhimanyu after that sudden clash. "I love you, Juwita. I love you so much that I can't even breath. I love you."
Juwita tried to breathe through his mouth, suddenly he forgot how his nose could function.
"Gue wants you, Juwita, even if you're Papa's wife. I want you to go crazy for you. I want you, I want you just for me. Pli."
Juwita exhaled heavily and looked into the lost child's eyes.
"Your support" said Juwita who wanted her voice clear but it ran out, "doesn't make you turn into a nobody for me."
Abhimanyu tightened his grasp.
"I can only say, Bi," Juwita pulled her hand off easily, "you're grateful because our culture doesn't teach parents to push children. Because if that is so .. I'm going to ask you to go to the end of the world right now. Right now."
Juwita pushed him and passed.
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