Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 69 69•
"Honey, brother in their sedition," said Altar persuaded his wife.
"Yes! In hasut," replied Aisha.
Altar ruffled her furstasi hair. "Smile first dong, baby!" pinta Altar, holding the corner of Aisha's lips and forming a smile.
Aisha brushed aside the altar hand and snorted. "Sana went out drinking again, have fun my dear," said Aisha, kissing the cheek of the Altar.
"Don't want to." The altar shook his head, he showed his glittering face to the wife.
"Sana ah, it's hard to cook the fried rice, you want to eat fried rice?" ask Aisha.
"Owh yeah, hasn't you been drinking alcohol so you haven't been hungry for a month, have you? Nice dong irit money," said Aisha.
The altar only snorted in annoyance, wanting him to bang his head against the wall.
"Honey already dong, brother sorry promise not to repeat again," chirped Altar, raise two thumbs.
"Yes!" aisha answered briefly.
"Serious brother!" cerca Altar's.
"Yes, brother Altar!"
Aisha sits on the Altar in the dining chair. "Nteng here, watch the motion! If a month does not get that... "
The altar hurriedly nodded."we won't move!" steady Altar.
Aisha flicked her lips, she turned her back to her husband who was sitting quietly.
"Darling, what are you cooking?" ask the stale base Altar.
"The cooking button" replied Aisha.
"Jorok dong," said Altar.
"Yes!" snapped Aisha, and pounded the pan hard.
Altar did not say back, his wife's words gave him goosebumps.
Now they are at the dining table.
"Dear the food e-"
"No noise, no eating people can talk" Aisha said.
The altar nodded, continuing its eating without making a sound.
Aisha who saw her husband seemed to be scared, she secretly chuckled inwardly.
"I'm sorry Ais is a big sister, but Ais didn't like her rich sister last night" Aisha said in her heart.
After eating, the two of them sat on the sofa watching TV.
While Indah is cleaning and Mang Ujang mowing the grass in front of the house.
"Sir Altar," called Aisha out of the blue, The altar that was eating cake just turned its head towards Aisha.
Aisha advanced a bit to pick up the tissue on the table and then cleaned the Altar's lips that were melted brown. "Ck, the head of a motorcycle gang, a cruel badboy but eating a cake, not matching his title," explained Aisha mocking.
Altar was not angry with his wife's taunts, he was silent.
"Mute brother? How can you not talk?" aisha asked because her husband did not reply.
The altar just shook.
"Keep why, don't you reply to Ais?" ask Aisha.
The altar chews its cake quickly.
"You say, if people are eating, you can't say, '" replied the altar with her innocent face.
Aisha poked her lips.
"Honey," said the Altar suddenly sleeping on Aisha's thigh.
Aisha just cleared her throat.
"So I want to buy a cat" he exclaimed.
Aisha looked down. "Can't, I'm afraid of the Altar's cat," Aisha replied.
The altar wove its lips and pulled his wife's hand over her head. "the claws of Sha!" her door.
Aisha who wanted to follow her husband's orders but immediately lowered her hand.
"Why Sha?" tanya Altar nudged upwards.
Aisha did not reply to the words of her husband she chose to look ahead.
"Honey," whine Altar.
I don't know why this guy is so spoiled. What are the effects of drinking alcohol? The power is impossible.
Aisha grunting. "Why, brother Altar!" aisha's nose is deflated, eager to punch her husband into the Amazon river.
"Don't be so rude, "reply back, Altar, poking her lips with teary eyes.
Aisha who saw her could not help but hold back her anger, she quickly pinched her husband's lips.
"Super cry anyway? Whose husband is this?" ask Aisha.
The altar hid her face in Aisha's stomach. "Don't be angry anymore, sister is afraid" he said in a trembling voice.
Aisha glared, is her husband crying?
Aisha felt her robe was alkaline in the stomach, she quickly turned her husband's face and sure enough the man was crying.
"Kok crying? Guys really whiny, he said the head of the Arogan motorcycle gang, most feared, uh even crying," persuaded Aisha stroked her husband's hair.
"Boy can't cry? Just a girl who can cry?" ask Altar.