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Not Accept Insult


Sitting in contemplation of fate. The deepest sorrow makes a soul shake. Was I born as a useless man, so always blamed and considered unable to provide happiness for all Anissa family.


"What more suffering should I suffer, Lord? Will my whole life never be happy? From childhood my parents have thrown me away, and now after my household, but not the happiness I get but the suffering and stepped on self-esteem?" the conscience continues to feel useless as a human being.


Ceklek, the door opened violently while in the child's room. To the surprise when there was a little dings.


"What did you do, Mom?" his girlfriend is impatient.


"Which do you mean?"


"The shopping problem. Your mother said you lost her money. Is that true?"


"D-yes, Nis. That's right."


"We better talk outside. Fear of disturbing Arvin to sleep."


"Emm! You go first." Just massage.


"I need an explanation. How can you be so careless."


"Sorry, Nis. I was not intentionally."


"Not intentionally what. You did, I got mad at you too, you know."


"Sorry." Always give up for emotions that can explode at any time.


"Hadeh. That's why you always make it hard for everyone. Why not be careful anyway? You know for yourself, making money is not easy, but you just eliminate it, without guilt or sin. And if you're angry like this, everyone gets emotional, too."


I was thinking, if my wife is angry now, or at least she looks angry at me. But actually that he was just emotional, it does not mean he was angry, but actually that he wanted to feel the overflow of feelings that were so mixed up, overlap in a short time due to disappointment.


"Sorry, Nis. I was really unintentional. If there's money I'll replace it."


"What do you want to change? Leaf or paper, is that it? You don't work, how can you replace it. Foolish fools are so husbands. Nysel really has a husband like you. If not the matchmaking, really have a husband who can not do anything like you. Don't-don't money it's you corruption, "insufficient allegations.


Can only stroke the chest. While continuing to beristighfar in the heart. The spicy word, make the hot chest that feels ready to be detonated.


"Astagfirullah, Nis. Take care of your mouth. Don't overdo it as a wife. I'm still your legal husband that you should respect. Can't you talk well?" reply not happy.


Turn emotions too. This time his words were so bad. Humiliating the dignity of the household leader, sounds very disturbing ears and looks taboo.


Highlight sharp eyes. Rough roaring breath. Many emotions of the soul. His hands were already violently pressing into the chest of this field. His respect has collapsed. There is no courtesy to regard as a husband.


Marriage is not just about hugging together at all times, but also fights that will always be faced for couples who are less patient. If not controlled it results in a great fight.


"You're so outrageous this time, Nis. Just because of forty thousand rupiah money alone you have dared to lower your husband's self-esteem. Is money so important and valuable than my obedience as a husband, who wants to guide you into being a sholehah's wife, huh? I was so disappointed in what you said just now. Want to be the best and serve you right, but if this is how you are, I'm sorry if I say I don't accept this insult."


I don't know why Anissa was silent. Maybe he was a little aware of what I was saying, but he just seemed to be unable to say anything more when everything was properly revealed. Clenched hands. Withstand all emotional turmoil. I really want to slap his mouth so as not to fight speech.


"Originally you know, yeah! The money thing, I never ate it, especially as you accuse of corruption. Your sister gave me mediocre money when she nitip goods, so for a while my mother's money used first to buy it, rather than your brother later also urgently because the goods ordered are not bought. And I forgot to explain, because my mother was angry first. Now the whole thing is clear, and you can't get me wrong again. Even though I'm poor like this, I'm really sorry, if I don't want the same money that is not my own right."


Rude words. Flushed face. The engulfing heat no longer held back the flames of anger.


"I'm sorry, if I was yelling at you, because for me this time you're not really supposed to be considered a wife anymore."


His mouth just doesn't sound. There was not a single rebuttal he could express anymore.


Resentment of going away. These emotions are overflowing, until the chest feels tight. If it continues it will be fatal. The nature of Anissa who does not want to budge, surely this fight will get worse, if one of us still does not want to give up.


Like a pair of shoes, both but still one. That is how our lives are now, for there is only one, which will surely be of no use because there is no cohesiveness.


Silence of a wife does not mean allowing to do more hurt and at will. I do not understand your way of thinking, my wife.


Everything you give anything in the form of a struggle of love, treasure, throne, even authority, but if not appreciated at all here, only the word sincere can function at this time.


I am not handsome, not handsome, and a lot of money. But there are rights you don't fulfill for me. Love and loyalty.


"I thought you were the best, it turns out I was the one who was too misjudged. Only time can answer, for my prayers and prostrations so that you can turn into my best wife."


There will be a time when the patient becomes fed up, the caring person becomes a fool, the loyal person becomes a leg up. That is when his patient, caring, and loyal nature is not appreciated at all, even considered trash.


Everyone needs to be rewarded for their struggle. The choice is that he becomes happy because he has been appreciated, or will only be an inner wound because he never feels appreciated.


Sometimes what we sacrifice is not appreciated.


What you think is good at the beginning, not necessarily good at the end. Leave it all to the Powerful One, that's all my keys are currently staying in the house, which is like hell because I don't accept my presence.