Married Three Breeding Widow
25. Curhatan Adji's
Juwita did not miss at all. When in the room, unlike yesterday, he and Adji just lay back to each other without conversation.
Almost never actually touch, except just touch without meaning.
But that was different. Because Juwita was clearly hugging him, letting out a voice that was a bit too spoiled.
Duh, mending he accompanied Abhimanyu to play volleyball until dawn rather than being here.
"Aren't you sleeping?"
Juwita pretends to be asleep even though Adji seems to know he is not.
The bed moves when Adji moves. Juwita gulped roughly, before sighing as Adji got off the bed.
Okay, Juwita knows he shouldn't be tense. From the beginning he was preparing to serve Adji and Adji who were actually not ready.
But Juwita now somewhat .. I don't know, the point is feeling unable.
Excuse me. Tomorrow maybe. Yeah, it's tomorrow.
"You don't have to be so tense. I'm not gonna get you, now."
Juwita spontaneously looked. Somewhat surprised to see Adji come with a picture frame of his wife.
He calmed himself down with that?
"Well, you're not a kid either, so I'm being honest. I'm a little bit of a fishing rod." Adji sat on the bed again, staring at the photo of Melisa fixedly. "You want to hear my story with Melisa?"
Maybe it can dampen awkwardly. Juwita nodded, sitting quietly like Adji.
"She was pregnant first. Before we got married."
Waw. The incredible opening was unexpected.
Although Juwita's ears have often heard something about getting pregnant first, she did not think Adji was one of the perpetrators. Like, he looks like a man who from birth is straight.
"My prosper was in her twenties, Melisa sixteen. It's early High School. We met through Melisa's friend, you know, you've been dating to the limit."
"Just like everyone else, because we're pregnant, we're in a hurry to get married."
A simple story, leaving aside the first pregnancy. If he survives this far and is separated by death, then they are in love, right?
"The early years of my marriage were the same Melisa was probably arguably the worst year."
"Why?" Juwita spontaneously asked.
Adji shook his head, but not in response to Juwita, but as to himself.
"Saying age is not enough, maybe alesan aja? Said to be less stock, maybe alesan too? But if you look at it from my point of view now, then we learned that in everyone there is a name bosen."
Hmmm, bored of each other, huh? Juwita thought about that at the beginning too. Every day together, every day greeting, how could not be bored?
"There was a year where I felt Melisa didn't like me."
Adji smilingly looked at the picture of his wife, before pulling it over to the nightstand, which meant that it already felt dim.
"Fourth or third year, I forgot. But I feel 'wah, I think it's here'. I felt, maybe wrong just because we got pregnant. Jatohnya. Because if Melisa wasn't pregnant, I didn't think at all for the wedding at that time."
Juwita pursed her lips. "Certainly? Falling talaq?"
"Earlier. Twice. In that year. First time from me personally. I felt, let it go, split it up. But after that it's good again. Just ...."
The man scrunched his face as though he was talking heavily.
"I cheated on you."
Juwita. This fella? This straight guy? Seriously?
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