The Little Wife of Mr. President
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In the silence of the simple room that night appeared the figure of a beautiful girl who was almost similar to the figure of the woman Saguna was looking for.

A slightly wider face and a taller body than the Gita.

Three glasses of warm drink he brought with him a tray.

“Please drink, Brother Jupri, Uncle.” said Shanika face to face with Saguna then on Angga who seemed to bend his eyebrows.

“Uncle? Who does he call Uncle? Me? Truly this boy.” grumbled Angga in heart but still held back considering the atmosphere in the room was currently awkward.

“Where have you been, Jupri? You messing with my family?” Finally after a long silence, Haidar asked with the son-in-law. Even if that question sounds judgmental.

Saguna cleared his throat slowly and began to speak up.

“I'm sorry, Sir. Can we talk to Gita?” tanya Saguna feels this is a pretty important issue especially with his relationship with his wife.

“Gita in town looking for you.” Haidar's answer made Saguna's eyes round in shock. He was confused as to what to say at this time.

It was clearly still a look of emotion on the middle-aged man's face.

“I came here because I wanted to talk to Gita and Mom and Dad. My memory is back, Sir, Bu.”

Haidar had expected Jupri's disappearance to be because his memory had recovered. He must have returned to his family and his life. It was no surprise to see how his daughter-in-law looked at this moment.

Because what Jupri wears is not much different from the first meeting during the Jupri accident at that time.

All of the Gita family were not surprised at how luxurious the items that the man seemed to be wearing were.

“Then, with the return of your memory that's what will you do?” The question that makes Saguna silent a thousand languages.

It's hard to explain everything. Either a feeling of fear that makes it difficult for him to explain or a feeling of heaviness if in fact he will immediately release the Gita.

The laguna bowed clumsy. He actually died a tick in front of the middle-aged man who had just hit him.

And it was true what he said to Jupri.

Haidar glanced at his wife.

“Meet Gita, don't make her cry. He's very worried. Even when you lost somewhere for almost a month.” offended Haidar annoyed.

While in the room, Shanika who eavesdropped repeatedly called the sister. Unfortunately, Gita has fallen asleep due to work fatigue.

“Duh Kak Gita where the hell? Not on the phone lifted up. Kak Jupri came, Kak.” said he was anxious himself.

Shanika's call stopped. He chose to continue to eavesdrop.

“This is Gita's address, she lives with my brother. Take good care of him.” said Haidar commemorating Saguna.

Saguna nodded obediently. In the innermost heart the man is able to take care of his wife.

Angga who had just sat quietly could not help anything for the master.

“Poor, Sir. Between an unloved wife or a much loved one? Huh your fate ketiban yummy Mr.” murmurnya feel Saguna is very lucky to have problems get two women.

After a brief meeting that night, Saguna was intending to return to the city immediately. The day after tomorrow is her wedding day. He wants to immediately solve this endless problem.

Along the way Angga just focus on driving without daring to speak. He knew the master's condition was bad.

“We go home first, Angga. Tomorrow morning after the new RSJ we come to that address. It doesn't feel good to visit nights like this.” Saguna remembers that the in-laws said Gita hitched a ride at her brother's place.

While here a couple of husband and wife seem to sit facing after ushering in the departure of the son-in-law.

“Pak, I'm not calm like this well?” The goddess revealed her heart.

Haidar looked at his wife. “Sentence, Mom. I hope everything is okay. After all, they had been seen close before the departure of Jupri. I am sure, they will be together next.” said Haidar steady.