Being my Master's Wife
Episode 44: Demi Nyalon
“Crazy! If you go to the salon, there you can go back to prison for premeditated murder!”
Episode 44: Demi Nyalon
Bian who was sitting daydreaming behind the cashier table in his workshop, almost hangers when someone suddenly just kicked the table of his existence.
Den Nice Saipul. Deckil man who is not only famous for having a lot of buffalo and goats, but the unpleasant smell of the body of Ipul himself, staring at Bian while looking at him. Both of Ipul's hands also turned around regardless of the man who looked very angry. Even ... Pulses are like the possession of a subtle creature.
“Ngapain you? Just came already delicately so, ... peg I plug?” bian scolded as he moved from his seat.
With the situation still emotional because of the act of Ipul, Bian who was also forced to hold his breath to dispel the smell of Ipul, grabbed a cloth mask hanging on the wall hangers next to it.
“Ngapain wear eye plug show? This is my eye again!” reply Ipul ketus.
“Ih, slovenly! That's bathing! That's just an eye! Soon your body can get out the maggots!” reply Bian while wearing a mask. “Crazy! Wear a mask too, your smell remains translucent!”
Ipul is getting upset at Bian. “So damn you are a person! Even everyone knows, I'm much prettier than you! Mai oli wan Dek Fina only, want to be the same you out of pity, because you left the same rabbi Lia, right? Huahahah!”
Ipul was really happy after successfully saying that to Bian. It was also what made him laugh freely as well as satisfied. “Hahaha .. pity divorced equal mai oli wan!”
“Basic wong gemblung!” cibir Bian who felt very unlucky, why today, Ipul came to stop by his workshop?
“Already, mingkem! Later jigongmu on jump!” added Bian because Ipul never kept quiet.
Ipul did gradually end his laughter, but the man rubbed his hands on his teeth, then tried to smear it on Bian.
Bian who found out the reality was instantly frightened. Unfortunately, Ipul recklessly entered the cashier room area where Bian is only blocked by walls and storefronts, without a door means.
“Heh, Pul! What a bitch you are! Huhhhhh! Woy, help, woy! This drive out the crazy Ipul Ihhh disgusted, ih!” raung Bian who threw a bundle of tires on the motorbike, to Ipul to end the man's crazy behavior.
The two workers who were asked to help by Bian, immediately ran. Unfortunately, Ipul is also after both. Ipul again rub his hands on a row of teeth which is certainly far from the word clean is not less than the body of Ipul. Suddenly, the two young men were no less disgusted even more afraid than Bian.
The two young men who were originally going to help Bian chose to retreat and continued to try to avoid. In fact, seeing Ipul following the behavior of the dirty man, both of them are nauseous.
“I report to the police, yes, you Pul, if you dare to act here!” threaten Bian who is still standing in the corner of the room that would have been 3x4 meters.
However, something made Bian feel strange to Ipul who suddenly squatted. The pulse picks up the inner tube package of the motor, which Bian had thrown with a tile. Ipul didn't mean to take those tires from him, did he?
“Alhamdullilah .. sustenance of children sholeh ..” said Ipul with leganya and to clutch the package of tires in a motor that amounted to more than ten it. Even because of it, he was up to the hassles in carrying it.
“Heh! That means what, why did you bring that?!” bian's Naggle. He who reflexly approached the Ipul suddenly awake because consciously did not bring a weapon to protect himself from the Ipul.
Bian grabs the English key from the top of the display case and points it at Ipul.
While staring confused Bian, Ipul who until quite squat to accommodate the inner tube of the motor in his arms, said, “ini you have thrown away, right? Yes I took it. And if you want this back again, here pay ...!”
Bian shook his head then sighed inexhaustibly with his right hand still pointing the English key at Ipul's face. “Balikin, no! Balikin it's merchandise!”
“Nowe (no way) ! Pay first! Nomoni (no money), no item!” reply Ipul with ease.
The pulse that reached a relaxed smile, made Bian more furious and almost swung the English key in his right hand, on the head of Ipul.
“Oath, yes, Pul! You really are emotional!”
“H already ... love me moni (money) .. moni .. moni ... I again need a lot of moni for nyalon because if selling goats is dear!”
“K-you, ... want to go to the salon?” tanya Bian made sure, looking at Ipul full of certainty. Of course, it is still deliberately away from the Ipul following the English key that he still directed to the man.
With Ipul, Bian feels very threatened. Bian was really afraid of being dirtyed by that man.
Ipul nodded with pride. Looks that to Bian are getting annoying.
“Crazy! If you go to the salon, there you can go back to prison for premeditated murder!” cibir Bian then who was forced to breathe through his mouth so tight he held his breath for a long time.
“You, you know, Pul! If this life effects like the sophistication of edits on the screen drama that displays the effects of the plague, around you with a radius of many miles it is already a gloomy effect of the smell of your body!” Bian said that while pointing at his English key to form a very large circle.
“That's you Bi! Tomato, ah! The important thing is I got this!” cibir Ipul who rushed over.
The two young men as workers there and became other people between Bian and Ipul, considering that now there are no customers, immediately retreated because of horror at the aroma following the act of Ipul. They are afraid of being smeared with even other dirty jigongs from Ipul.
“Quick hold. Ndri, report the police! To the next police, to the next police!” sergeant Bian was in a mess while running to catch up with Ipul.
A floor broom that rests near the door of the room where the cashier room is, immediately Bian sambar. Bian directly aimed his head at Ipul.
“You dare to report to the police, I spit!” threaten Ipul on the two Bian workers who are ready to confront.
The threat of Ipul not only makes the two Bian workers doubt, but fear. However, one of them hurriedly ran to the next of the workshop. And found this, Bian immediately exclaimed, “Sul! It just collapsed the bike. That's the goat, right, her motor?!”
“Lah ... Boss is scared, let alone me?” reply workers named Samsul and even to the trembling.
“Have no doubt!” sergeant Bian is impatient.
In front of the workshop there is indeed a motorbike that hugs a bamboo basket containing a goat boy who is an Ipul motor.
“Your germs, Bi! How dare to mistreat underage goats!” spray Ipul.
The pulse scares Samsul with his lips ready to spit. It made the young man even more frightened.
And when Ipul turned back, a swipe of a sage from Bian, landed on his face. The shocked pulse reflexively closed both of his eyes. “Semprul you Bi! Ngising baen koe! Your broom is dirty even bolted!” shouts wail. “Ya Alloh Gusti .. for the sake of getting money so you can just be this difficult! How can I rival the Kafir's good looks, if I don't get money for gale? Time yes, ... I actually sell goats?” the inner Ipul that was still closed, roared in his deepest heart.
Ipul felt very miserable, because the struggle to get the love of Fina is very difficult. Especially now, Rafael who became his toughest rival, making Ipul more overwhelmed.
Because his closed eyes felt very sore and Ipul believed because of the oil effect of the broom that Bian smashed, Ipul was forced to drop all the tires in the motorbike, which he had just seized from Bian.
The face of Ipul is indeed decorated with a thick oil sweep that makes the man's face more black and dirty. And when Ipul confirmed to the other side as the existence of his motorbike, and until he heard the whispers of Bian who asked Samsul to immediately release the goat from the bed, Ipul was completely shocked.
“Biaaan, why did you miss my cambodia!” exclamation of emotional Ipul.
Bian did not stop. He and Samsul work together to herd the Ipul goat across the street. Even Bian and Samsul to cross to herd the goat Ipul who ran away with his excitement after being released from the bed.
Ipul who felt very upset also did not stay silent. Ipul immediately ran across the street. However, the act of the original Ipul crossed also successfully made a horn exclamation a car deafen the atmosphere around. And when Ipul turned to his right side as the source of the sound of the car horn, a white Alphard car, was already in his eye pelukan.
“Yes, want to be hit by a car! Pretend to faint ah, so I can get money for nyalon!” inner Ipul that instantaneously was also closed and dropped.
“Yeah, that person instead of stepping aside let alone running, even fainting! Sul, how is this?!” uring Bian from across the street.
Bian unceasingly stared at Ipul, especially no less than five meters in front of the man there was a car that did not stop pressing the horn. Even because of the horn of the car as well, the situation there is getting noisy.
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Continues, the stupidity of Ipul who even pretended to faint, please do not imitate 😂😂😂😂.
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