Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 56b

Wife Arjuna 56b

The fragrant aroma of processed Chicken Betutu that has just matured, making delicious filled the dining room as well as the back area of the big house Surya and Marina.

The residence, located in Luxury Freehold at Central Seminyak Kuta Bali, is designed classically. Carry the theme of the Villa in every detail. Fresh and fresh. Minimizing hot air that is identical to the area near the beach.

The short-haired woman entered the dining room. Wrapped in casual clothes equipped with hats while carrying golf equipment. Approach the dining table and check the menu.

"Why is this today? Where's the no-fat menu for me?" the protest of the woman was tight, who else if not Maharani.

Over the past year, Maharani has returned to his parents' home. Letting his luxurious residence not filled. The residence that Barata built was hard-earned together with him of course.

Maharani whines not at home in his own home. Want to move and live in the spacious residence of his parents again. Since she had been following various kinds of obstetric therapy, she was easily stressed and could only be reduced if she stayed at the Surya and Marina residence. Barata, who initially refused, finally gave up. Trying to understand and stay there. In order for the Empress to avoid the stress that is often awaited by doctors should not occur. Expect the program to pay off.

Barata comes from a distinguished family even though it is not a wealthy family like Syailendra who is a hereditary businessman. In the past, Barata was the first-class sister of the university with the Maharani, from there they were close until then engaged.

Barata is smart and unpretentious, originally working as a teacher like his parents after graduating from college. Do not want to be considered aji mumpung, mengdompleng his future wife's wealth. Just one month before the wedding took place, Surya asked him very much to work at Royal Textile Bali, so that he could guide the Maharani as well, because later the company will indeed be passed on to the firstborn also to him.

"This is your Mommy's order, Non. Ask to be cooked and prepared a traditional menu for dinner this weekend. Not yet all ripe, just a few menus. Said Bu Marina, today Non also eat traditional menu only, many benefits of spices used," replied one of ART who was arranging glasses on the table.

"Don't you, mami just fucked up too! Heh, you don't know either. These foods have a lot of fat, not benefits!" he snapped roughly at the ART guy who was a little younger than him.

"Ma-sorry, Non. I'm just saying it."

Suddenly the table was kicked. Two ART men who were straddling the food were aghast about to spill another dish they were carrying.

"What the fuck! This is cooking with as much salt as it is! Basic no becus. You guys want to make me have hypertension!" rough snaps. Dump the spoon on the floor until it clinks. Randomize the waist and point the ART accompanied by his usual sharp sentences.

The roar of the foot no less surprising. The sole of the shoe that clashed tightly with the floor rang out loud, sounding precarious. The workers in the mansion stopped their activities when the angry roar of baritone voices they knew joined in.

"Mom, Rani Ma'am! Where are you? Rani Ma'am! Out!"

The empress who was shaking her waist shrank for a moment. I was surprised to see who came and called. Stepping towards him with a hardened countenance, full of fury flared up violently.

"Ju-Juna," her great-grandson stuttered.

"Why can you hurt my wife who is pregnant with my child? answer me!" juna yelled in anger. Throwing away pleasantries too.

"What are you talking about? Don't fret!" his elbow. The maharani took a few steps back. His face also paled.

"You have heart for your own sister, Ma'am. You bear! What's my fault with you too!" Juna is getting closer.

Maharani who felt increasingly cornered also panicked, instead grabbed a glass on the table and immediately threw it right into Juna's head. The glass broke into pieces with the screams of the ART screeching hysterically.

TB