My Husband's Second Marriage
S2. RI'S. Bab100s. Unusual Flavors (2)

Nita was running around when she got out of the car. However, Indra was still there waiting for Nita until the woman was invisible to her gaze. When Nita darted in the car it was gone.

The woman stuck her back on the door with a breath of breath. Her heart was erratic, awkward that was so subtle that it made her so nervous half to death. The feeling of what he had felt was so embarrassing to himself.

Swiping the sweat that began to drip on his forehead. His eyes swept across the room with a frowning look. He did not remember that Ana, the assistant, had returned home and left her alone.

He brought his phone from the bag he was carrying, pressing Karina's name to be called. The first ring is still not lifted, as is the second ring, and so on.

Nita slowly turned her legs again to get out of the house. However, when he was about to unlock the door, the roar of the car engine was again parked in the courtyard of his house. The legs of someone who was walking so clearly heard, making the fur of Nita's neck stand up. He was already parno and it turned out in front ...

Ah, it's not like he clearly heard the car parked and shot back in just a few moments. Why would the security guard at his house just let people to park in front of his house.

From outside the door, someone knocked. Nita tried to bring her earlobe closer to the door. Make sure if the hearing is not wrong, if someone has tapped it.

"Who is knocking at the door. Man what-" he murmured, but no doubt the hand was outstretched and opened it.

So surprised Nita when she saw Karina who was right at her doorstep. Face the woman with their smile. Nita hugged him in disbelief. Why can one heart be like that?

"I just called us, uh it's in front," said Nita, not stopping to curl a sweet smile, like sugar. And it was so radiant because he had a friend for tonight.

"This mother, why feel hesitant to make Mr. Indra to say it," said Karina with one movement the girl led the way to enter.

In silence Nita remembers, when she asked Indra. Though he clearly knew, the interaction earlier was so awkward that it was even stiff. How could the man know the contents in his heart.

"I didn't tell him anything, why he knew. Do I have to say that I didn't tell him? Ah, stop it, if I tell you the truth it will be a problem. Indra is the one who was once close to Kia, the inner Nita.

They both walked towards Nita's room. Think hard. Yes, Nita seemed to think hard, thinking of the man like an angel who always knew his hard times. But why should she be like that to him?

It's impossible not if Indra likes it? While the man was desperately persuading Kia to return to him. Stop Nita, you're too short in thinking.

"Hallo, Ma'am." Karina continued to flick her hands in front of Nita's face repeatedly. What's wrong with that beautiful woman. Karina tried to wake up. But he did not want to break his dream. He went in and came to the bathroom to change his clothes.

When Karina was done, she stared at the doorway. His position was still as before not moving a single item. So much so that his master wanted to become a mannequin. To make him not flinch like that?

"Mom!" Karina held onto Nita's shoulder slightly firmly. To make Nita aware. Then Nita looked over with a frown.

"Surprise you, Karin!" He shouted with a loud clap on his shoulder. Karina put her shoulders together, not understanding.

"Why him?"

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The man sucked both fingers to put them in his pants pocket. With a smiley face in disdain Tazkia nodded and burst into her beautiful and soft room had waved asking her to sleep.

"Taz-ki-a," called Krisna in a voice almost so soft, but there was pressure from her tone.

Kia turned around and looked at the older brother with her head down, the interlaced fingers feeling that there was something strange about her brother's attitude. Will he give permission to Indra, the man who hurt him first. Then why does fate play tricks on him?

The older man's gaze caused him to die of lice, after which he made the man uncomfortable. But now she is the one who is starting to get uncomfortable. Even the deadly aura was so tarasa.

In the past, Krishna would not think too much about himself, even impressed by the bodo period. Most importantly, Kia can enjoy her life.

"Do you know why the media is silent and the shareholders want to give the mas a chance, even though they have done the fatal thing?" Kia already understood the direction of the man's conversation. The cold aura that enveloped Krishna's attitude was able to make the girl's guts shrivel. If only this ridiculous problem had never happened.

He will not be used as a reply like this.

"I mean Mas, Kia should be friendly to him. Or should accept his love! Tell Mas, you want to exchange me for a return. Just give him what he gave. Kia not want to, come back! Kia was too sick, even though it was monkey love!" Kia began to speak the words she wanted to express.

The sharp highlight that had been created just now, turned into a sense of pity. Krishna sighed, then walked over to his only sister. Holding her shoulders gently and giving her input. The man sighed softly, as if frustrated. Then looked inward at Kia.

"Try to give him a chance. If your heart is uncomfortable, you will give us what we should not take. If it makes your happiness vanish." Krisna held her sister's head side by side with her affection.

Kia's heart softened, probably right. He is too selfish to think of himself. There are nephews to look after and it costs money. He will try to help his brother.

Kia's lips lifted into a thin smile. His brother always sacrificed for him. Then what's wrong if he returns the service for what Krishna has done to him.

The girl nodded obediently, without refusing.

"Alright, Mas. But if my feelings can't be forced .. I beg you, don't force me to do things I don't like" the girl explained with a glare.

"Go up to continue sleeping again. Have a good dream."

Kia walked straight to the top floor when Krishna told her to go back into the room. Her heart was relieved, because Krishna gave her understanding.

Just as his feet were about to step up to sit on the edge of the bed, his phone rang. It felt lazy, but he had already told Krisna that he would try to cultivate that taste. If it grows back, it means they are fighting. But if not! He must be willing to live a simple life.

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