
Kenan was still silencing with the sentence that Shafana said earlier, not budging from where he had stood since.
"You're talking too much Moza."
After so many Fana let out a flood of emotions that were in his chest Kenan even responded like that, relax once he.
"I'm really tired Ken." Fana said in frustration.
"That's my goal, to make you tired yourself." Oh my God, there are men like Kenan in other parts of the world.
"I don't want to get tired of myself, we still have to end this."
"You have no right to decide anything"
"I don't want to."
"I don't ask your opinion, all you have to do is obey everything I say and don't do anything I don't like."
"Why are you always acting so hard?"
"Go! don't bother me this time I'm angry, if you don't want to get me angry."
"You kicked me out. "
"Moza, I don't like to repeat my words."
It looks like Kenan is angry at this time can be seen from the man several times exhaling tired breath.
Shafana went away her husband, she opened the door to the balcon, she sat between the chairs, opened her glasses and she put them on the table. He buried his face on the table with both hands that he deliberately folded as a cushion.
Where he had to complain, he did not have close friends at all, Jessa friends as well as his subordinates could not he fix his personal madalah on the girl, it's just a matter of work that involves Jessa. He also does not have the courage to tell Shifa, his sister who does not care and is indifferent to him makes him more metasa himself. Only his father cares about him but he cannot tell his household problems to his father he is afraid his father even thinks that no-no will actually damage his health.
Shafana felt uncomfortable in this house when she first set foot there.
.
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Her hair in the booth supports her attractive appearance. "This necklace is so beautiful you're wearing, baby." Again Fana just smiled in response.
"Ma, uh,"
"Mama."
Kenan is fascinated by the appearance of his wife.
"What's up, Ken? "
Always screaming, he will always have trouble buttoning his shirt.
His mother smiled and called her daughter-in-law.
"Phanas." Without asking Shafana to understand what she should do - even she approached and grabbed her husband's arm, the shoes that Shafana was wearing this time were high, even the height was almost equal to the height of her husband.
Kenan could not take his eyes off the woman in front of him, he could guarantee that this time Shafana would be the star of the show. Why can his wife turn so beautiful in her own hands.
"It." Shafana rewinded her body when she finished buttoning her husband's sleeves, if I'm honest Kenan still wants to be close to his wife.
"Ken, Fana is so pretty?"
"It's usually Ma's, this time Kenan is lying again.
"Come on Mozaa, we're leaving now before it's too late."
The two walked together towards the car leaving Mama who was now raising a smile.
Fana was eager to have the ability to obliterate herself. He longs for someone and wants to visit a place, a place where the highest barrier is between life and death.