Being my Master's Wife
Episode 50: Thanksgiving at Fina's House

Note: Since the novel Being My Master's Wife is a sequel to the novel Dream Marriage (Soge Secrets), so in addition to the story that is still related, the characters in it will also be related. Without exception about the emergence of Fina who has become the wife of Rafael, yes. Well ... You've read Rafael and Fina's story in the novel: Being My Lord's Wife, too, not yet? Read and make it to your favorite reading list as well, yes ....

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“What we say, is like a prayer for ourselves. So, even the bad ones, will also come back to ourselves.”

Chapter 50: Thanksgiving at Fina's House

Actually, Bian was already very eager to reply to Ipul. Moreover, the man who is often the culprit almost made Bian fall down, if only Bian did not immediately drop the brush brought, then hold it to hold on.

“Si Ipul is not sane,” fina pouty. But when he turned to his side as Rafael was, the husband was holding back laughter. I don't know what happened to her husband, to the point of looking so happy. Or maybe, Rafael began to feel comforted by the crazy act of Ipul?

Casually, Ipul thrusts his palm at Bian. “Oh, Sori, Bro Bian. Earlier, the intention I want to hold because it is very dark. Uh even kebablasan.”

“Eat him, do not wear sunglasses at night! I want to just do it!” bian Cibir.

“Santuy, dong, Bro-Bi .. don't have to be that serious!” Ipul still acts very relaxed even to add to his smile which becomes wider.

“Santuy-santuy your head!” inner Bian.

Not wanting to be more embarrassed and upset, Bian chose to ignore without looking at Ipul. Bian gathered to open the plaster and glass bottled water that he had just placed, not far from a row of dishes containing traditional cakes as a snack or food banquet.

This time around, the Ipul looked quite different. Not only does it look fairly clean even though the Ipul itself still looks clumsy. Instead, a pungent smell mixed with the rancid that no longer accompanied the man. And apparently, this time Ipul also up to wear perfume.

Feeling unfamiliar with one of the words Bian had just said, Rafael who frowned also elbowed Fina. "Fin, fuck that, what?” whispered.

“It ... here, ebeg it's another designation of lumping horse. So Bian means, the Ipul kayak wants to play lumping horse,” explained Fina by whispering also without staring at the togetherness of the two men in front of her.

The presence of Ipul and Bian did immediately make Fina's mood bad. It was also what made Fina reluctant to stare especially close to the two.

“So you said plunge into the pool of catfish Bejo, yes, Pul? Even he said your feet were up to catfish?” murni said just a pleasantries because in fact, he was also very fed up with Ipul.

“Aiih, ... gossip that, Mih! It was just an accident, because I learned to fly!” kilah Ipul lightly. “Gile aje, I'm a pop artist, a lot of negosipin! Hahaha ..”

"Top, not pop!" argue Rina. “By the way, answered by yourself, .. laugh by yourself?” he continued who did not hesitate to sneer while staring at Ipul inexhaustible. However, the Ipul did not respond at all to the sneer. And it seems, an Ipul has indeed lost a vein of shame.

Ipul, with its appearance that looks quite clean, even the smell of his body is also quite disguised by the scent of perfume, gradually removing his sunglasses. “Woah .. do not wear glasses so bright like this, yes?” he said who then slipped his glasses on his neck clothes. He was surprised to observe the atmosphere of Fina's house which was in fact brightly lit.

“Mai oli wan, ... where to, yes ..?” This time, Ipul directly observed around more precisely, looking around for Fina's whereabouts.

Realizing the nickname for her was called, Fina who was immediately attacked by fear, immediately clenched tightly next to Rafael's arm.

“Masya Alloh, mai oli wan Dek Fina .. color of our shirt the same?” sergeant Ipul later. Both of Ipul's eyes twinkled completely staring at Fina's astonishment.

Fina immediately scowled irritably and hurriedly snorted, dismissing Ipul's gaze, even though there was, what Ipul did actually made Rafael even more busy holding back laughter.

Rina, Pure, following Raswin just shook his head inexhaustibly responding to the act of Ipul which in fact still dare to come when the man should know, Fina is married. In fact, the Thanksgiving event this time also aims for the celebration of Fina's wedding.

“Yeah, this is a sign of a mate, you know, mai oli wan!” sergeant Ipul again suddenly confused because someone pulled the back of his shirt from behind. “This is why, this? Walayuh ...”

As it turns out, Bian pulls Ipul to follow him.

“Th, Bro Bian. What the hell are you really sirik? I haven't even shared the same page as the host!”

“Already, you don't have much to do. Help bring this first!”

“Lah help-how? The one who's being ripped off, right you? Rewang's in the ex's house, right? Hahaha ..”

“You can't be a sane person why, anyway, Pul? I'm not ashamed!”

“You said I was a sane man. I'm sane like this!”

Something made Bian feel weird about Ipul. Bian even stared intently at the man before him. “But by the way, kok tumben, you smell perfume? It also smells foreign?” he said he then released his prisoner to Ipul's shirt.

While confirming the appearance of the following rante necklace that is sure to remain in front of the chest, Ipul said, “ya iyalah, the smell of perfume. It's good, doesn't it smell? That was, ... before I got here, .. I stopped by your house first. And because the perfumes in your room are idle, yes I pinjem make spray ... fruahaha!”

The pulse is framed while holding his stomach using both hands. The man looked very happy, as if, the world only belonged to him.

Bian sighed deeply and looked at Ipul full of annoyance. For whatever sake, Bian would absolutely not give Ipul any mercy. “You entered my room even to put on my perfume, Pul?!” he was full of emphasis.

Although aware of Bian's eyes until red and indicates the man is already very angry, but Ipul feels innocent of the reality. With fear, ... The Ipul was not at all afraid.

“Why? You just killed my frat boy!” reply Ipul sewot. “Remember, Bi. You have no right to be angry, because after all, perfume will not be able to reverse my frantic life! Even if you love all your perfumes!”

Ipul's reply, which even threatened Bian, made the person more angry. And amidst his gaze towards the sharpening Ipul, Bian who was already unable to contain his anger, instantly pulled the scabbard that Ipul was wearing with all his might.

“Biaaaan!” shout Ipul. “Semprul, you, yes! My stove is cold!”

Bian stepped satisfied to leave Ipul following the rest of the glass bottled water that he had not stacked. And some new fathers came to participate in the sagging, immediately making the state of the Ipul as a laughing stock.

“Hahaha .. why are you there, Pul? Watch out, your bird will fly!”

The conscious pulse becomes the subject of attention even laughter, immediately pulling and re-wearing the sheath. And unlike the Ipul, hue dislike and uncomfortable actually enveloped the Fina family.

“Which is Ipul who, anyway?” lina complained without being able to hide her resentment.

“Yes no one is sitting. Ipul yes Ipul, uninvited also definitely come,” fina's lips.

Aware of tetanus sufferers having to really rest in a sterile place as well as calm, Rafael advises Raswin to return to the room. And because the in-laws were still limping in walking, Rafael deliberately carried Raswin. Rafael escorted him to bed, following Murni who immediately made up the bed including arranging pillows for Raswin to quarrel.

For Murni and Raswin, Rafael is the ideal son-in-law. The ideal son-in-law they had been reciting in every prayer, for the soul mate of Fina and Rina. And furthermore, in addition to hoping that Rafael and Fina's relationship is fine, they are also very hopeful that Rina will find a husband who is no less good than Rafael.

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“You're a good daughter-in-law too, ah!” Ipul.

Pulp lifts all three remaining dus of mineral water, all at once. Not to forget, he deliberately stole a glance even teasing Fina who happened to be entering the kitchen with Rina.

“Mai oli wan .. tonight you are very beautiful, buju buset! Even the angels of heaven lose!” said Ipul without looking forward because his gaze continued to follow the departure of Fina who led the step in front of Rina entering the kitchen.

“Ehm!” deham Rafael who just came out of the room of the in-laws.

Rafael deliberately cleared his throat because in addition to Ipul who still dared to tease Fina, the man also almost hit her because he stepped without seeing the road.

“Jiah .. Kafur base! Handsome boy!” cibir Ipul's.

Rafael just sighed and passed away following Fina's departure. Because to him, responding to Ipul was just a waste of time. Free.

“Pul, ... You are aware, not, .... what are you doing here? Is Fina married?” a man from up ahead.

Hearing the statement, Rafael deliberately slowed his steps to find out the response of Ipul. Rafael stops right at the doorway to the kitchen, without looking at the whereabouts of the Ipul. Both eyes of Rafael who always has a sharp highlight, only occasionally glancing, impatiently waiting for the reaction of the Ipul.

“Lah ain't nothing. Marriage can be divorced. I'm loyal, waiting for the widow mai oli wan Fina ...”

And what Rafael is waiting for is really what Rafael had expected. Rafael chooses to pass rather than return emotions, if he continues to force to wait for Ipul's explanation.

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“That can't be so, Pul. What we say is like a prayer for ourselves. So, even the bad ones, will also come back to ourselves.”

“Partially you also do not have a great feeling, saying so here. If Fina and her family even Fina's husband to hear, how?”

“Padahan before, you said this - it's about Fina and in fact it's not proven, right?”

“Iya. So strange the effect, if you're still crumbling here. You should even be ashamed, you know!”

The living room in Fina's house was increasingly full of residents who would do kenduri, where almost all of them were men. However, even though he does not stop getting advice, Ipul does not care.

“Yang is not heartless Kafur. Obviously I was the one who loved mai oli wan Dek Fina! You guys are

how, anyway?” cibir Ipul's. "It's not clear ...."

“Lah ... They are just afraid of you. Fina doesn't like you!”

“More precisely, ... Fina never liked you, Pul!”

Hearing further advice from the fathers who will do the sagging or what locals call the siege, the ears and heart of the Ipul become very hot. Pulp to drop a glass of bottled mineral water that he just brought. “Yes, how come you guys are on a really good stock, anyway? Julide! Already on old, smelly bangke, .. still busy ruuhi people's lives!”

No one else dared to comment. Because in addition to the Ipul which is actually difficult to advise, the Ipul is also still not self-conscious. Even without being polite, the Ipul passed towards the kitchen. Leave the fathers there who immediately pick up the mineral water glass packaging. Because the effect was slammed as hard as possible by Ipul, the glass bottled mineral water box became broken until the contents scattered on the floor.

“They think I'm crazy, what? You fucking shingles! Julide! Die fast all of you let me be full of food thanks to penduri!” grumbled Ipul while continuing to move quickly.

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