
Hamdan's father showed up. Then the pink car just left, after Hamdan's father got into the pink car. But I was still suspicious, I was afraid my husband would offer you a Flower that was already walking in front of his car. Moreover, they are unidirectional, later even review the old story again.
I try not to be prejudiced. Even if I offer, I hope that nothing unwanted happens. I try to please my own heart with this cosmetic shopping that I am about, not to forget the triangle hijab collection from my favorite brand.
"Sir, stop by and buy yams, cassava in front of your father's material store. In your uncle's tent, who's his name?" Mama Aca got back in my car.
"I forgot again, whose father he likes to rub ginger on Uncle Gavin?" I noticed that Mama Aca was fixing her position.
"Yes, stop by there first"
Ah, what a coincidence. I thought, all of you see how my husband copies.
I felt impatient, I wanted to quickly see that he could trust me. The problem is this Flower, with Zee being the reason only. I'm afraid my husband got into the Flower trick without him noticing, and I know and will be even more angry.
Along the way, Mama Aca kept telling me about her children. I don't understand Kal, why he's rejecting a continuous marriage. Mama Aca thinks that Kal is too young, but papa Ghifar is panicking with Kal's age. Mama Aca said Ghifar was worried that his son was like aunty Novi.
From a distance, I saw my husband walking by carrying Zee towards the pink car parked in front of my father's material store. However, my heart warmed up to see Bunga first get into the pink car. Are they planning to do it again?
"Mom buy cassava like cassava first huh?" Mama Aca got out of the car, after this dashing white car.
Either Mama Aca realized no, if my husband had gotten into the car with Bunga.
The car glass was clear white, because the father did not allow the car glass to be coated with a very dark window film. So, I can see the contents in the car.
Surely my husband does not know the car of papa Ghifar that I drive, surely Bunga was not aware because it dissolved in his pleasure to get a moment with my husband again. I kept watching, my husband was flat as Bunga got ready with his seatbelt and Zee stayed on the Workshop bang.
The window on my husband's side was lowered, for some reason. But that way, I could clearly see the car across the street that was slightly ahead of me. Our car is facing each other, but I'm on the left side of the road, while the car is on the right side of the road.
Flowers first fix his hijab, even until the hair is clearly plastered before he wears it back. What's on his mind? Does he think my husband will be tempted?
Suddenly, the next action made my blood instantly boil. No longer burning with jealousy, it felt like I wanted to burn both of them when suddenly Bunga hugged bang Workshop and leaned affectionately on the chest bang Workshop. Were they in the hospital yesterday doing this?
I had seen Zee look into his mother's face long enough, until finally the pink car lights on the right I hit with this dashing white car. I have dark eyes, I cannot see mine enjoyed by others.
A loud crash was heard. I quickly rewinded my vehicle, after breaking the friendly embrace. I'm not thinking about compensation, I'm not thinking about what it's like to have passengers in that little car.
"Bec…. Ra's…." Mama Aca shouted out my name repeatedly.
I am deaf because of my determination to eliminate that one family of wishful thinking. My only hope is that I don't want to kill the little boy who's being tested for illness.
People from inside the material store scattered, they immediately approached the pink car. Including, my father-in-law too.
Bang Workshop had escaped, he got out of the car by holding his daughter who was crying loosely. He was easy to escape, as he did not seem to have time to wear a seatbelt. Without a second thought, I immediately stepped on the gas pedal without thinking about it, even though before hitting the pink car, I heard something hit papa Ghifar's car.
Brakkkkk….
The pink hood was badly dented, the pink car was now stuck to the wall with the woman having trouble removing her seatbelt.
This is not my wish, but the Flower seems to force me to obliterate his life. I am full of upbringing and religious belief. However, this brother destroyed all my common sense.
Brakkkk….
I went back to fighting the bull with the pink car that was helpless. The roar of Flowers sounded loose, as the hood of the car and the hood of the car I was driving were stuck together.
I started playing with the teeth of the car back, preparing to retreat to hit back my pink car that had been crushed on the hood.
Brakkk….
I who did not put a seat belt, immediately staggered to my left side as soon as this white car was hit by something from the side. I tried to stabilize my seat, before I realized that this white car was hit from the side on the second door. The blow was not so pronounced on my position, because the back and center were hit by someone.
When I looked ahead, I saw the Flower that was being saved by people.
Where's that bastard's husband? I wailed, until finally the door of this car opened from the outside and my hand was pulled by someone.
"REMEMBER THE DIFFICULTY OF GETTING OUT OF PRISON, RA!!!" The older brother pulled me with his furrow face.
I've never seen him like that.
"Bring to the clinic, here." Mama Aca shifted my position, she took over her husband's damaged car on the front.
"Oh Allah, Which." My husband approached me with tears in his eyes.
The wounded flower, I'm the one he approached.
"Reset CCTV, Bang." Hema opens the door of this white car, he helps bring Bunga into the car papa Ghifar.
"Take off, Han. It's my car." Bang Chandra threw his car keys at the Workshop bang.
"Abang, I'm capable of taking responsibility for my actions." I stood still, though the workshop tried to pull my hand towards the car bang Chandra parked across.
Turns out the car that hit the car I was driving was a Chandra bang. It seems, that big brother did.
"Out of control or what is it, Bang?" Residents began to arrive, helping the riots become more complicated with people.
"Yes, the carpet got stuck. I accidentally bumped into that pink car," I'm Hema, pointing at the deep carpet that Mama Aca stepped on.
I fell silent, I needed time to understand Hema's confession.
"Yes, the time I killed my own wife. Well, I'm sorry baby I accidentally bumped into you." Hema pretended to be busy to cover the legs of the Flower, as the Flower skirt unfolded.
Hema hit the Flower? When's? Isn't it me?
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