Sacred In Stain
Bitter Memory

Chapters 165. Bitter Memory

“I'll take you home. But you don't exist, Win.” Khalisa opened the word after being satisfied to embrace giving up longing after a long time without meeting each other.

“You're really Khalisa right?” Windy's tone was filled with disbelief, scanning Khalisa from toe to head.

Khalisa's smile. “Yes, it's me. Win,” Khalisa followed by a nod of the head.

“Yeah, you're manglingin. Your aura now looks like a big mistress,” said Windy sounded still in disbelief, clasping Khalisa's hand tightly. “What are you looking for me? Kangen yes?”

“Iya, I'm looking for you because I want to buy your sales negligee, to solve my cravings.”

“Eh, cravings? Here, are you really pregnant?” Windy blinked, pointing at Khalisa's bulging belly.

“Truly, the time of lies. Afkar is soon to be Big Brother.” Khalisa rubbed his stomach full of affection. “Oh yes, that's my husband.” Khalisa pointed his hand at Yudhis who was busy feeding Afkar. The toddler whined hungry to eat porridge when he saw people eating there.

Windy's eyes nearly jumped, widening. “Yeah, so handsome. Where did you meet the riding prince?” curious not a bitch.

“Bang Yudhis is not riding, but driving,” Khalisa said jokingly, making Windy anxious himself.

Windy suddenly drifted, especially when he saw that Afkar was very cheerful and ate very well. Windy knows the bittersweet story of the cute toddler, who was once ostracized and unwanted because of Khalisa's origins.

Windy again observed Khalisa, shrinking the corner of his watery eyes. “I'm happy. Your husband now seems to love Afkar. Also she must love you very much, you are beautiful as a queen now, Khal.”

“Khalisa night whining to buy a negligee from Mbak Windy. Being persuaded to buy elsewhere did not work,” kekeh Yudhis while watching Khalisa seriously sort out the motives at another table.

Yudhis loving gaze to Khalisa did not go unnoticed by Windy. “You husband is also a very considerate father. Khalisa deserves the best. Not like her ex-husband before, there is no concern with Khalisa, whichever stingy again. Pingin a piece of negligee that cost sixty thousand Khalisa not able to buy because it was never given the money as it should be, even by way of credit, have to work hard first help in my house while carrying Afkar. Though his father-in-law ordered a negligence quite a lot from me which of course was paid by Mr. Dion,” chirps Windy, who after patting his own mouth, made shocked by his spoon speech. “Sorry, my release.”

Yudhis. “Khalisa worked to bring Afkar only for a piece of negligee when her husband was able to buy her mother more than one?” asked Yudhis with an irritated intonation that suddenly burst out.

Windy took a long breath. “Yes, that's the fact. Her husband was not responsible. Even just silence when Khalisa scorned, not defended.”

Windy ended up telling a long story because Yudhis had been urged to want to know the details of Khalisa's past that was filled with pain. Yudhis feelings raged instead of playing, igniting the emotions of his male side. He was speechless, channeling all his sense through his fixed gaze to Khalisa.

“Abang, I want to buy the negligence seven pieces can?” Khalisa's outspoken question from the table where the clothes were held broke Windy's story.

Yudhis gaze scolded, while Khalisa was overjoyed. Rising from his seat, Yudhis approached Khalisa and rubbed his wife's head wrapped in concern combined affection that increasingly erupted.

“Buy as much as you like, Khal. If you need a factory I will buy it for you.”

“ish, too much. Seven is enough, according to the number of days,” his great-grandson is happy.

“Lho, this is why your trade is scattered there, Windy? And where's my order negligee?” The voice of the wife of the porridge seller interrupts. Khalisa who once had a bad memory of the figure automatically shrieked at his appearance, grabbed Yudhis arm and held him tight.

Seriate.