Divorced for Fatty
Chapter 123: The Important Satisfies
Hana and Kelana's efforts convinced Dinar that the seed sampling mechanism could not be done arbitrarily. In the end Hana grabbed the jar that the in-laws brought and said she would make a snack container.
Dinar was pouting, half-heartedly he said ‘iya’ earlier. The woman even went straight home after making sure her son was okay.
“Repot too,” grumbling Kelana. He looked at Hana who was sitting on her back in front of the dresser. His wife was holding a meter commonly used to measure the circumference of the stomach.
“Hunny what are you doing?” kelana asked, she approached and stood right behind Hana. Kelana touch the shoulder and press the crown of the head of the wife with the tip of the chin. “What do you measure?”
“Missile size,” replied Hana without further ado.
Grimacing, he grabbed the meter from Hana's hand and threw it far away. “There is no need to compare, you must be willing to accept your share. And your part is yes me,” said the man timidly.
Hana laughed, she thought what Kelana said was true. Why think about size. Isn't that what matters most? Hana had heard that phrase from a breeding doctor. The point is to satisfy the couple.
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“Available results?”
That afternoon Bunga deliberately waited for Bagas to come home from work. He was curious about the written test results that should have been announced this afternoon, but seemed to be pushed back until nightfall.
“Today Mr. Kelana and Hana did not enter work, so we sent an e-mail first to ask for approval. My division staff has contacted Hana and should not have to wait long to get her approval,” Bagas replied. He took off his shoes and threw his socks off.
In the past when he did that, Hana would definitely pick up and lecture him immediately. His ex-wife will say ‘Mas, later if lost next door. Do you want to wear Zebra one striped black and one white?’
But not with flowers. He will let it go and never want to pick it up and keep it. If there is a cleaner coming to the house, then Bunga let the cleaner just throw Bagas socks into the trash.
“Cast it! let my husband buy a new one,” he replied as the cleaner asked.
“But I definitely escaped ‘kan? definitely donk, my grade must be almost perfect,” said Bunga while puffing his chest, he boasted.
“Have you thought about the answer to the question Mr Kelana wanted to convey during the interview test?” tanya Bagas, in addition to insinuating him actually also deliberately reminded Flowers. “I can't help you with that, it all depends on your answer and Hana.”'s judgment
After saying that Bagas left the Flower still standing in the living room. The woman thought about what other possible questions Hana would ask her later. Deep down, Bunga was afraid that she would only be humiliated by her stepbrother in the interview.
“What if he insinuates about seizing another woman's husband?” gumam Flowers. “Ah .. where possible, that's a very stupid question and not substantif.” The woman denied her own thoughts.
"I'll ask Bagas to teach."
Flowers nodded and then closed the door. He nodded in shock as Bagas shouted very loudly from the direction of their room.
“Flower, have you not washed my towel yet?”
“Jeez I am a wife not her babu, wonder! why Hana can survive marrying him first.” Flowers rotate lazy eyeballs before walking while answering the screams of the husband no less loud, “Just wear your shirt as a towel.”
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