I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
Arjuna

23:17 Nights.

Dhea quickly got down from the car Panji was driving. There was not the slightest intention for Dhea to linger.

Along the way home, Dhea continued to wipe the corners of her beautiful eyes that intermittently began to be flooded. Not a single drop he let flow past his cheek.

“Wait, Dhe,” Hold Panji.

“Thank you for bringing me back. It's malem, you'd better take it home." His voice clearly sounded trembling in Panji's ears. Dhea closed the car door.

Panji is still trying to catch up. He held Dhea's hand. Panji can't just let Dhea into her apartment building.

"Stop, Banner." Dhea was a little screaming.

"I will go home after you promise to call me again" Panji said half-begged. "Minimum you'll pick up my phone." The pennant frowned. Dhea could have looked at him like a beggar but Panji didn't care.

"Deliver!" Dhea's lips twitched. Teeth crackling. He was angry but also sad. He doesn't want Panji to leave. However, restraining the Panji was not something appropriate.

"Don't cry." The banner is helpless.

"Dhea .. "the voice of someone calling out to Dhea from a distance.

A man half ran over to Dhea and Panji. The man took off Panji's hand which was still tightly holding Dhea's hand. He confronted Panji, as if ready to be a protective shield for Dhea.

"Who?" ask the man in front of her. High stature, pure white with a sharp nose and narrow eyes, Panji did not know him at all.

"Juna, what are you doing here?" ask Dhea while pulling Juna's back shirt to immediately retreat.

"I just came back here to see you. Why again .... " Juna turned to Dhea without shifting a bit from his current standing position.

"Who?" Panji asked again because he did not get an answer. This man can't be Dhea's brother. Dhea the only child. Then who? A fella? Are friends being overdone like this?

"Who are you? This clock is a storm with women."

"Yuna .... " Dhe pulled Juna back, to his side. "Panji, you better go home," Dhea continued on Panji.

"Thank you phone. Ok!" Again Panji wants to convince while ensuring.

"Go home, he said! You better go home now!" Juna again said in a cynical tone.

Dhea just nodded at Panji. Yeah, Dhea's gonna pick up Panji's phone. Maybe! Because maybe Panji won't call him soon either. He could not be reckless in front of his wife, Rena.

"New order." Dhea's voice was limp without passion.

"What new?"

"This new shirt of yours." Dhea pulled slowly Juna's new clothes the first time she saw it.

"It's an old shirt. The first clothes I bought in Sydney last year." Juna tidied up the milk-brown shirt a little. "So you'll meet him as soon as I leave?"

"Kak Luna already knew you were back in Indonesia?" timpal Dhea, ignoring Juna's question.

"No, yet" Juna replied casually.

"Keep getting here?"

"Said to meet you. Every time I call why I never pick up?"

"When?"

"Udah lupain. Where are you from?" Juna started to wonder. Dhea doesn't usually come home at this hour.

"Get out for a second, get wind." Dhea avoided eye contact with Juna.

"Just like that guy?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Two?"

"Yes!"

"Daughter?" cecar Juna is endless.

"Go home, gih," Dhea ordered while lightly hitting Juna's arm. "I want to rest" he continued.

"Remove those tears. You too." Juna took out a handkerchief from inside his pants pocket. He gave it to Dhea.

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