Husband Down Level
Chapters. 38. Gandhi's Threat

Gandi who was originally just standing with his waist in front of the door now he walked in a hurry full of emotion towards Savitri.

“Hi you heard no, husband left you are happy to be free to go with other men. Rain must be a heavy rain in the hotel so that the neighbors do not see, so as not to be gossiping.” Gandi's voice very loudly fortunately the rain is still heavy so that the sound of Gandi is decorated by the sound of rain, the sound of the rain, not so clearly heard by the neighbors of the complex.

“Bang Gandi do not just talk do not just accuse.” Savitri said. Savitri then walked into his house.

“Iya Sir do not just say, go sak karepe dewe kok muling muring muring.” said Mbak Lastri then he entered the house following the footsteps of Savitri.

“You do not interfere in the household affairs of people yes.” shouted Gandi while turning to Mbak Lastri who had entered the house.

“Hei! And you, you can't anything look for another woman. Her elder sister's widow is wanted, now a wife people are still approached. You're a pinter, you're young, cool, handsome, big bucks there looking for another woman.. If loneliness can find a paid woman do not disturb the wife of people.” cried Gandi while staring sharply at Arya.

“Hei keep that mouth if you don't want me torn.” said Arya who was just silent now began to run out of patience. He also stared back at Gandi sharply.

“You were thinking no. Speaking of the origin of just sliding like a person pooping. The one who should be angry is me. What kind of husband are you. Go get the money and the wife's motor. Wife is half dead does not help even babbling not clear.” Arya said again while pointing at Gandi's face.

“You should thank me, because I helped your wife to support your wife. While you are saying what to your wife besides giving trouble and nestapa You do not have shame.” cried Arya who is now in ubun ubun ubun exhausted already patience. Pastri who heard the commotion on the terrace immediately ran from the inside and saw the quarrel Pastri supported Arya, he raised his thumb given to Arya.

While Savitri who heard the commotion cried sadly. He who heard the words of Arya felt guilty for being married by Gandi but always still repot Arya.

While Gandi who felt his ulcer was scraped by a match by Arya burned his emotions. His face was flushed red his hands were tightly flapping and......

BUKS... BUKS... BUKS!

Three lashes were given to Gandi towards Aryan's body. Arya who has eaten fullness and drank ginger juice and ginseng does not want to lose she feels challenged to release her energy and emotions.

BUKS... BUKS.. BUKS.. BUKS!

Four times Arya retaliated against Gandi's attack. Pastri smiled happily because Arya was brave and looked more mastery of attack techniques. And the fighting continues.

“Stop! Get the two of you out of my house!” shouts Savitri who does not want to see people fighting let alone fighting in his house. After shouting to tell the two to stop he then ran into the house.

“Pity Kak Vitri.” said Arya while pushing hard the body of Gandi and Gandi his body backwards with a stagger and then fell tangled on the floor.

Arya rubbed her sore cheek from the bruise. He caught a glimpse of his face in the rearview mirror. Arya continued to drive her car and then pulled her car out in front of the volleyball field. He would wait for Gandi, whether that person would accept his challenge of continuing his duel.

“Hmmm will definitely be asked by Mama and Reno Reni why with my face this.” Arya muttered when she saw her face again in the rearview mirror. His left hand then pulled out the medicine box and took out an anti-bruise lotion that applied a glance. And then he just stayed in the car while still waiting for Gandi.

Elsewhere Gandi desperately tried to get up from the fall but he felt difficulty, his waist ached.

“Vit... Vit... help me!” shouted Gandi who was still sitting on the floor. But no one came to help.

“Vit...” cried Gandi again in a louder voice.

Inside the house, Pastri and Savitri were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Lastri was kneading Savitri's back and smearing with wind oil. Savitri felt his head turn. Either dizzy from the rain or dizzy because Gandi came again or.....

“Vit...” cried Gandi again now his voice echoed. Savitri did not want to get a reprimand from the neighbors, he then rushed up and walked forward.

“Why are you still here? Why not go?” savitri asked sharply looking at Gandi.

“Hai... You're happy if I go. Don't expect me to leave if it's not for my own volition.” replied Gandi with no less sternly staring at Savitri's face.

“I want us to divorce!” savitri shouted and then he closed the door tightly. Now he felt that he was no longer strong, finally, the divorce said again from Savitri's mouth.

“Hey...don't enter don't close the door. Listen well well I will not divorce you and I will not go.” cried Gandi while trying to rise from the fall

“You choose us for divorce or the safety of your two children instead. I will kidnap them and it can make me billions ha...ha...” cried Gandi while laughing and still trying to rise from the fall. Now his hands are trying to support his body so that it gets refutation to be able to stand. But the failure of his hand also hurt to help his body to stand.

Savitri who was still behind the door heard the threat of Gandi he who was still weak his body was leaning behind the door.... The shadow of the faces of his two children playing in his eyes. Lastri's brother who saw Savitri leaning against the door immediately ran towards Savitri.

“Bu Vitri's... Ms. Vitri.. don't think about Mr. Gandi's words, he was drunk.” Mbak Lastri said with a soft word so as not to hear Gandi. Lastri's brother who was still in the family room sayup I heard the threat of Gandi. Pastri tried to give peace in Savitri's heart.

“Come on to the room only. We lock the door to his house.”, said Pastri again while trying to reach Savitri's limp body.

“Hey... don't close the door let alone lock it. I burned your house down and you both lived in it!" yelled Gandi again.