I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
I'm Still Your Beloved

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Their love is no longer the love of teenage monkeys. They are already on the verge of their thirties. Their love must be full of logic. Can love be logged? Love is not mathematics!

Dhea was still busy with her thoughts as Panji fitted the seatbelt for Dhea. “Why? Something bothering you?” tanya Panji relaxed as if she was doing something natural.

Dhea who realized immediately held her breath and leaned her sitting position to get away from Panji, “ini was enough to make me feel awkward,” replied Dhea responded.

“Not to be awkward. You're the same as me, not anyone else." The pennant returned to his seat. Once finished with his own seatbelt, Panji immediately stepped on the gas pedal.

"You don't know my address yet. Where's this going?" Dhea began to enforce her seat.

"Say where you live." Relaxing banner. He doesn't care about the wrong direction. It will only make him stay longer with Dhea. That's what he wanted.

"Turn around" pinta Dhea.

"Save your number on my HP, Dhe. I'm gonna call you."

Dhea immediately realized that the Panji phone still has not changed hands. Dhea was still grasping it tightly.

"Don't, Panji."

"Why?"

"I have to stop now before things get complicated."

Panji slowed down the speed of his car. he pulled over and stopped. Panji looked at the woman beside him. Very deep to be able to guess what the contents of his mind.

"Dhea .... " Call the Banni lirih.

"I dropped your phone when Rena called. I fear. My hands tremble. Is something wrong?"

"We've just met, after all this time. I always fail to hold back when I'm with you. Sorry."

"I can't imagine how Rena would feel if she knew her husband was like this." Dhea's face turned to Panji. The two eyes meet.

Dhea's pushy eyes pierced deeply into Panji's heart. He felt sore. The number of years he left Dhea, I don't know how many times he made the woman's eyes cry. Or it never even dries.

"Did he care about your feelings? He took me from you, Dhea. You still thinking about it?"

"She's your wife, Panji."

"I'm still your lover, Dhea. As long as you haven't chosen another man. You're still mine."

"When have you been this selfish?" One point of broken tears fell onto Dhea's pink cheeks. The tough woman again showed her fragility.

"I'm being punished. Seeing you cry now is my punishment for leaving you first." The secondness. This the second time Panji touched Dhea's cheek in order to wipe her tears.

"Don't be selfish. You're not that kind of person. If you stay away from me, I'll forget you too." Dhea brushed off Panji's hand. He couldn't let the man's touch explore his face any longer.

"I think about you for days without being able to see you. Today I came to the cafe like a madman. If I'm lucky, I can meet you. I purposely left my HP there. Wish .... "

"Your wife called." Dhea gave the phone to Panji.

I want to feel like Dhea came out and slammed the car door while closing it. But he couldn't do it. Dhea just ended up looking away, looking at some of the vehicles that were still passing through the streets that night.

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