Honey Contract My Husband
Part 27's. Two Types of Wife

"Darling, I got to the hospital. Already yes, I have no debt to you" the short message Narendra sent to Cliantha.

"Thank you, my dear. It is the best! 😘" the reply Narendra got from his first wife, managed to make the man smile indistinctly like a love-drunk young man.

"Don't forget the fare, yes, Mom,"

"Yes, pay it later at the end, sir, I give you a love tip and a five-star tip for his service" Cliantha replied again.

Long enough Narendra waited for Jihan who was in the bathroom, he just busied himself in reply chat with his first wife who was in his boutique store. However, his focus was broken when he heard Jihan's mobile phone shakes lying on the patient's bed. It was written on her phone screen one word, 'Mother'

"Jihan's mom? I don't even know who the mother of the woman is," so Narendra thought of seeing her name on his second wife's cell phone screen. How much he felt he did not care about the second woman.

Wanting him, Narendra greeted the mother-in-law with joy. However he was, Jihan was his wife and the mother of the woman was his mother-in-law as well.

Not a word had yet been said from Narendra's mouth, when the flat object had just touched the earlobe, something unexpected happened; a snapshot from across the call made Narendra gasp and deafen.

"Damn! Where the hell have you been? Why haven't you picked up my phone since? Where is the money?! I need it right away!" The sound of a woman's cry succeeded in making Narendra cut his right ear.

"Why shut up? You brat! No thanks, you!"

Hearing the curse, Narendra again saw the name written on the screen of Jihan's mobile phone. Is it true that he is calling his mother or a debt collector?

"Mother" said Narendra, reading a word written from the screen of the phone that was still on.

Not wanting his ears to hurt, Narendra pressed the loudspeaker icon on the phone feature which means the call will sound loud without having to stick the phone right in the ear.

"Hi, motherfucker! Why not answer? You mute?!" The voice of a woman who was inexhaustibly angry and cursing.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened so loud that it made a noise so loud because the door slammed.

"Where's mannya? You said you'd be sent soon? Where's?"

"Yes, soon Jihan will send. It's not enough with what you're asking, just wait. Please be patient" Jihan said in a soft, silky voice while conversing with her mother.

"All right, thank you. I wait,"

"Yes, Mom." Answer Jihan at the end of the line.

After confirming that the phone had been disconnected, now, those eyes stared intently at the man who had dared to touch his phone.

"Sir! What the hell are you doing? Don't touch my things without my permission," Jehan's already furious sweat.

Narendra narrowed his eyes, "Is she really your mother? Why she...."

"Yes, he is like that. It's loud" Jihan said before Narendra finished his speech.

"What's so hard until he calls his son with the greeting 'strange'?" Ask Narendra.

Jihan flinched, but she could control herself. "I'm used to it, my mother was that hard on her kids. Not all women have a gentle nature, sir," she said as she headed to the bed and folded the messy blanket.

"What money did your mother ask of you, Han?"

Jihan fell silent, "It's no business, Father. Don't interfere, just allow me to work. Don't ask why and for what," she said.

So, Narendra felt a little knowing the other side of the most stubborn woman he had ever met, none other than his own second wife. Then his heart said, "Now I know why Jihan has such a stubborn nature, this is the nature of the woman who was raised by the hard upbringing of her parents even more than her mother."

Seriate...