Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 74 ________Badboy•
While the Altar was finishing its rote above the room, Aisha immediately took the action.
She walked towards the back door of the house, where she had been waiting for each other with her husband's four friends.
Aisha instantly opened the door, and a little breathed in relief, she took the portion that Evan was holding.
"Thank you, if that's how you go home! If you get caught, bonyok!" expel Aisha.
Cakra who wanted to protest but did not so because his three friends pulled his hoodie collar, left.
Aisha re-entered, she could not eat in the living room or at the dining table so she decided to eat in the backyard, which was decorated with many lights.
"Finally," said the girl with a sparkling kiss the typical haroma before.
When Aisha wanted to put it in her mouth, suddenly someone took a spoon and a portion of the seblak from her lap.
Aisha put her lips together, looking up at her husband.
"Who told you to eat? Why are you stubborn? You start lying to your sister? Started to not massage?" ask Altar in succession.
"Ais ka-" had not been able to continue her words, the girl was already crying.
The altar sighed and sat down next to his wife. "The crybaby," the Altar sneered open Aisha's veil and wiped away her tears.
Aisha brushed off the Altar's hand, and stood up.
"Again, you can't, you're angry, you can't!" snapped Aisha, pursed in annoyance.
"Silver instead of making Ais happy, it makes Ais feel all over the limit! It's wrong this is wrong, don't eat it, it's not good not healthy. Aisha knows that sister is caring for Ais, but you know what? That brother is so overrated?" aisha asked, pulling the veil held by the Altar and leaving.
The altar stared at his wife's goons, he sighed deeply.
"Excessive?" tanya muttered.
The altar opened his phone, not even following the angry wife.
Wanting her husband to approach her, and persuading her not to get angry but to have no results at all for Aisha.
Arriving at the room, the girl continued to shed tears, for some reason just kept coming down when she did not want to cry.
"I'm aduhin to Rigel's bang!" ketus Aisha while trying to contact her brother.
The second call, Rigel lifted the video link from him.
"Asslamualaikum" said Rigel smiling across the street. "Dek why? Are his eyes and nose red? Crying out?" ask Rigel in succession.
"Walaikumsallam," replied Aisha. "Sir Altar is evil!" put it on the brother.
Rigel looks to be dredging. "Altar, what's the big brother? Until the gini cry? Try the same story brother deck."
In a loud voice, Aisha told her brother.
once the brother was the place of the complainant, when his friends always mocked him as a strange girl, after moping on Rigel, the man would hit the man who made his sister cry.
Rigel scratched the back of his head, according to him his brother was wrong here but on the other side the Altar was equally wrong. In addition to the quarrel they both had out of control, Rigel did not want to interfere with the household affairs of the younger brother.
"Try you to persuade him, apologize" Rigel suggested.
Aisha quickly shook her head. "Kok Aisha who apologized and had to persuade him? It's not like he's wrong here! So he's the one who has to persuade the ice!" ketus Aisha, felt her brother siding with her husband.
"Nothing deck, naturally the wife apologizes to her husband."
"Udah ah, same brother!" annoyed Aisha turned off her phone.
Aisha kept her cell phone and put herself to sleep with a stuffy nose.
The altar is behind the room. When he saw his wife was asleep, he entered the room.
He put a blanket on his wife's body.
The altar went up to the bed. "Sorry brother, huh? Maybe it's true that this time my sister is overdoing it with you, maybe my sister is so afraid of you why, sorry I love," said Altar, stroking Aisha's sweaty hair, even though the AC is currently in the room, either Aisha is easily overheated.