My Husband's Second Marriage

My Husband's Second Marriage
S2. RI'S. Bab118s. Dilemmas.


Remembering the incident last night made Nita to rest her rambur slowly back. Between confusion and shame. He tried to explain that there was no misunderstanding between himself and Indra.


But he was confused what to say, after Indra chose to stop his footsteps and Nita instead silent silence. Actually he wanted to say if what Indra saw was not what they imagined.


However, Nita's esophagus seemed to be choked. He did not say a word when Indra wanted to ask why Nita was preventing him from coming home.


"What's Miss Nita doing?" the question drives him crazy, why not. Indra's face was so hurt, and she felt guilty about it.


"No. Why do I feel guilty, he's not who I am." Nita tried to deny her guilt.


"Be careful sorry, Ma'am," said Karina as she walked out of a small closet in Nita's room. He started walking to get out of Nita's room.


Annoyed by Karina's words, Nita throws her with a pillow behind her.


"Don't go out, Karin. You think I should explain to her or let her dissolve into the misunderstanding" asked Nita, the girl leaning against the wall with her hands folded under her chest. Karina was thinking, as if she was thinking of a way.


"Ask yourself, if he's important to you. I think it's mandatory to explain it. Unless Mbak feels he doesn't mean anything, it's not good that he doesn't always expect Mbak, so he thinks Mbak is starting to talk again with Mbak's ex-husband" Karina said at length.


After saying so, Karina chose to leave the room and head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.


"Well!" nita shouted in frustration. On the one hand he did not want to give an explanation, but on the other hand he did not want Indra to misunderstand him. But will Indra think nothing of her?


The roar of the car engine stopped in the courtyard of Nita's house. He thought for a moment who was the one who had visited the morning blind, but he saw Indra coming, Nita's forehead shriveled in astonishment. What's the matter is he here?


Nita rushed to the bathroom to clean her body. After he finished he stood first in front of the door of his room, catching his breath before he met the man.


"OK, Ta. Acting innocently without sin. Without thinking about the problems last night. Isn't that all not important to discuss." Nita turned the door knob and walked out of her room.


Although hesitating he went straight to the dining table, his head did not stop crazily looking for someone.


"Who are you looking for Miss?" ask someone from behind. Nita also held the nape of her neck, then twirled her head as if she was feeling sore.


"Who am I looking for? why am I looking for someone when I know that only Karina and I are here!" ketus Nita's. His face was already flushed with embarrassment. Fortunately, Indra was right behind him. Looks like the guy just came from the bathroom near the dining room.


"I'm here ...." There was a pause before Indra finished his speech. "Just pick up Karina, Miss. I hope you give me permission,"


Nita twirled her body with her eyebrows, "u-for what?" Nita kepo's.


"Of course to deliver it to work, for especially Miss," said Indra smiling at Nita. Last night's sad look seemed to be lost, Nita who originally wanted to explain even he paused.


"Can't, I'll go alone if he goes with you" Nita quickly refused.


"Didn't you have a boyfriend. You can ask him to pick you up, right?"


"Who's my lover?" Indra smiled smirk at Nita, with slow movements she started to approach Nita.


"That means what I saw last night was an accident isn't it? you don't have to explain I already know. If you only love me, no," said Indra made Nita wrong. He then chose to approach Karina and tried to leave to avoid her question.


"Stop talking nonsense!"


"I miss you, Ma'am. That's why I came with Mr. Indra" Kia explained. Nita nodded and invited them to have breakfast together.


***


Breakfast this time was awkward. The owner of the house looks not n4fsu when devouring his food. Especially when the little attention Kia showed in front of him.


Nita always tried to refute her interest in the twenty-nine-year-old man. He always denied that feeling was really in his heart.


Now that the man's attention has faded for him he begins to feel lost.


"Bak I want a ketoko, okay, yeah?" Whining Kia, she started walking and hugged Nita's neck from behind.


"You want to be an impromptu employee again?" Tempta Nita while stroking the back of Kia's hand which is right on her face.


***


They were on their way to Nita's store. Along the way, only Kia continued to babble. Indra answered with Deheman.


"Sir Indra, why didn't Mas Ari answer my message? You gave him a lot more work so he didn't have time to reply to my message. You boss oppressor,"


"Hmm" replied Indra.


"If I were your secretary, I'd throw a stack of documents at your handsome face,"


"Hmm, uh,"


"Dispose." Kia throws a bottle at Indra feeling annoyed because her words were only answered with Deheman.


Kia looked back and smiled at the two. Although they both dissolve in each other's minds.


"Bak will help me choose a dress later in the afternoon," Pinta Kia, Nita turned to Indra with a look of wonder and disbelief.


A sigh was heard again as the words were beautifully thrown from the lips of the beautiful girl.


"Mmm, o-oh, with Karina how?" Reject Nita subtly, but Kia shook her head.


"I want to be the same, more experienced brother. And you Mr Indra, can you be our driver!"


"Of course, what can't I do to please the princess." Indra chuckled after saying it. Kia was flattered as the man called himself princess.


Nita looked at the familiarity of the two of them with an increasingly unfriendly feeling that began to nest. Is he really starting to love Indra?


The car engine had stopped right in the courtyard of the Nita Shop. Indra first went out and opened the door for Kia. While Nita is still inside waiting for Indra to open the door. But the man went inside again without caring about Nita.


"Ok, I shouldn't expect too much. I misjudged his attention to me," Nita's inner self by closing the car door.


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