Bad Husband Mask Fake
Chapter 6. Never

"A..what do you mean?" tanyanya sighed harshly, trying to look as neutral as possible in front of this young man.

"Grandmother said, my father is dead. I also go home twice a year. My grandmother was not just my grandmother, but everything to me. Please understand me this time. I like it." Heartfelt words from Michael, the black-haired youth with clear eyes. There was not a single pimple on her white skin. Strict eyebrows, perfect face shape, and a charming smile. Indeed indeed! Nothing can beat the charm of his master's son.

"She's too ugly for you." Reasons that Berta made.

"I've never met a woman as beautiful as her." Firm Michael.

"Not equal! Like a prince and a poor girl!" Serious words from the grandmother made Michael silent to his forehead.

His eyes glanced towards the surroundings of the dining room that was like a hut. Maybe it's just her room and Berta who's classy in this place.

"Grandma want to know what I think? Simpleton and the Golden Goose, by the Brothers Grimm. Poor, not handsome woodcutter who found a golden goose. You can marry the most beautiful princess, because it can make her laugh. That's my luck." The answer from Michael made Berta unable to refute. Can only swallow his saliva rough.

He was unable to tell about the true status of this young man. Damnit damnit! He shouldn't have told that fucking fairy tale! How can a poor woodcutter marry a princess who cannot smile, just for making her laugh.

"Michael dear.it's just a fairy tale." Said the grandmother slowly.

"That's a fairy tale. But what I'm experiencing is the real world. He likes me, he says he doesn't like handsome men. Having bad memories, she also laughed as I spoke seriously. It's like in a fairy tale isn't it?" Michael let out his breath stopping his words for a moment. The young man bowed, as if to say something he had been harboring."Grandma knew it wasn't, because no woman would come near me. I feel like there is only a grandmother in this world. But I also want to have a family. Work, have the woman I love, and the sweet child waiting for me to come home from the fields. But grandma told me to learn from a pile of books that can't make money! Not allowing me to study in the city, but also not working in the village. If that's how I'll be able to have a family."

"You will have her, a more beautiful woman from a distinguished family. Not a low job at all." The answer from the grandmother, making Michael can only sigh violently.

"Best I can only be a tour leader because I speak foreign languages fluently. It has no alms other than SMU. As smart as it is, if it has no capital and no relation, it equals a big zero. That's what I learned 28 years ago. But if it's just a tour leader or cleaning service, I don't have a career, at least I want to have children and a wife. Living them with my little money. A. I don't want to age myself..." For the first time the young man shed his tears. He expressed his opinion in front of his grandmother. According to? All this time that's what he's been doing. Not argue at all.

"Michael, believe in grandma. You don't deserve a woman--" Berta's sentence interrupted.

"I understand. Tomorrow I'll say everything's off." That was Michael's only answer, eating his food expressionlessly.

"Michael." Berta tried to cheer him up.

"I'm not allowed into the city, if it's without my mother's permission. Grandma forgot?" The last words Michael spoke before getting up from his chair. Leave dinner that is only half gone.

Berta could only sigh harshly. Look back at Michael's fucking brochure. How'this? He had not expected such a situation to happen. His young master was in love, if at the wrong person, he might be executed by the young mistress. That's what's on his mind right now.

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The sun had not yet risen at the time, but he had breakfast with cereal and milk faster. Aye! Cereal and milk, remember! They were noble villagers, but the house from outside was like a hut.

He could not be angry with his grandmother. Nor can I argue. Walking with his cow early, until a young man made his step stop.

Clouds, that's the name of the son of the gold shop owner who when seen looks pretty good."Hi..udik ..." greeting.

A completely flat facial expression, Michael stepped back looking unconcerned.

"You were chosen to be Claudia's future husband, right? Which shaman are you wearing?" Ask for the umpteenth time.

"No shaman wear." Michael sighed unwillingly to explain.

"whatever! Maybe the woman was a cataract. But you will still marry? How many invitations?" tanya The curious cloud.

"No, that's. My grandmother disagreed. He said we were not equal. Like a prince with commoners." Answer from Michael.

The clouds were silent for a moment, his brain was trying to digest. Really trying to digest, one second, two seconds, up to the third second.

"He..ha..ha..."

The sound of laughter was really loud, really incredible thundering. Makes Michael massage his own temple. Already suspected by him, the Clouds also had the same thoughts as him.

"Your grandmother is senile." Cloud Vocabulary.

"My grandmother has dementia."The words Michael spoke at the same time.

"What is dementia?" tanya Awan nodded.

"Pikun may mean the same." Michael finally pulled the cow strap back. The sound of bells rang out from the loving necklace he once gave to the cows and a buffalo he cared for.

"Wait on! You want to stay married, right? But getting your grandmother's blessing?" asked Awan, giving a bad influence on him.

Michael quickly nodded, falling in love with Claudia.

"I have a way! Hamili Claudia's! Then your grandmother won't be so much of a bacot anymore." A bad influence of association can make a good child go wild.

"But to impregnate, you have to sleep holding hands, right?" michael asked, making the Clouds pat his own forehead.

"It's not so! Later in the day I'll give you a flash. About the biology lesson of how humans reproduce, you just go to the cafe, open the video!" Firm Cloud is full of confidence with a collection of video tutorials that often make it hot cold.

"biological learning? That means zygote formation, right? Where the egg needs to be fertilized by the way of body contact. Sometimes when first doing so women will feel pain, because their hymen, torn by p--" Fulgar sentences from Michael immediately stopped due to Clouds that cover his mouth using his hands.

"You know that!? Then why say women can get pregnant just by holding hands while sleeping!?" The clouds let loose Michael's mouth.

"Grandmother said it, that's why I believe. Besides the way I read it, it sounds painful to women. If just holding hands while sleeping can get pregnant, why hurt a woman by tearing her hymen?" Question from Michael, like a kind man. Making the Cloud completely thoughtless.

"Because of tearing their hymen, it is an indisputable satisfaction for men!" yells clouds of wrath.

"Satisfaction? I wouldn't hurt Claudia just for the sake of satisfaction."