I'M YOUR WIFE'S NOT A PERPETRATOR
BAB.37 Who Is Who. Yourselves

"Maass.." whine Nita is currently her hand in Nayla's same grip.

"What...! Who are you to complain to my future husband. You're weird."

"And our new candidate is the same as I am also his future wife because I am in a match with him."

They're fighting mouth. From here you can see Nayla has more power, she does not want to be oppressed again. Lisa was just a spectator from the balcony she wanted to know what the two women were like. Who will be made a son-in-law. No one can guess his way of thinking right now.

"Remember well well. We were the choice of both of our parents. So you have to know yourself, if you are poor, poor, do not itch with a lot of money."

Nita deliberately dropped her opponent's mentality to make it look like she was the winner. He was sure his rival this time was nothing.

"Yes. But I didn't hear wrong. Upsss you well who do not know me, you where the hell.." ledek Nayla.

"Ehhh jendes self-conscious dong ya. Time wants a rival with a son who clearly lost far away with you. Look at my slim child's body, plump who the hell doesn't like."

Rita is arguing but not on the same page as Nayla. He gets in the car and invites Bara to get out of there.

"Honey let's go.." Bara's car came out of the yard of the house leaving two women who were busy caper.

"Ihhhh. We were finally left behind." Nita blames her mother for being abandoned. Like not like to go home to take a taxi while the house is locked so there is no way they can go back inside the house.

"You're guilty of motherhood anyway. I just came to defend you, but the blasphemer. Because he's also been left behind."

They came home upset kamit that made the driver confused. "Sorry ma'am, this is his house according to the point."

"Ohhhh sir just walk. Just follow the maps.!" Jerky Rita. The taxi driver only nodded in his mind at this moment maybe this person was playing shaman in the grave. It is located in a public cemetery.

The taxi driver was busy with two people sitting behind the wheel from the sighting of the two alone was already horror.

"What is a man sitting in a car or a ghost?"

Guman sir driver. He was afraid of being afraid of the situation of having entered a narrow and narrow alley. The other two in the car were asleep.

Taxi drivers are increasingly worried that maybe in this car a gang of robbers. Finally, the driver he read the prayer of prayer the more sepih the greater his voice read the prayer.

Tampa realized that it was no longer a prayer that he said but he was the Adhan. The closer the public funeral the louder the sound.

Allahu akbar's....

Allahu akbar's....

Bu Rita awakens and does not realize that she is now at the gate of a public cemetery.

"It's still a long time ago, this is where all this forest is sir." Miss Rita's already scared she's already in cold sweat. He wanted to scream but his tongue suddenly shrank. His voice suddenly disappeared.

The taxi driver said, "forgive us sir don't kill us, we're not married God protect me." Rita prayed hysterically. The taxi driver was confused.

"Mom took to the graveyard tonight. Want a treat, huh..?"

"Loh fertility. We don't want to go to the cemetery to go home."

"This is the location point here ma'am. Look at me if you don't believe." The driver pointed out that the point was at a public funeral.

"Oh, sir, it's easy for you to just go home from here. My home address is residential Ss." The taxi driver felt played.

"Who are you so easily you say that. It's a long way from here mom and mom's house too.!" Snapped that taxi driver.

Nita was furious but she was scared too. After checking his phone. Right he gave me the wrong address. "Ohhh, how can ya.." Numan Nita alone.

After a heated debate ended they were left at the cemetery and were famous for being haunted.

  The taxi driver felt in play, the time of yes order in the cemetery even pura amesia. "Hedeww there is just the behavior of people today."

  "How do we get home is even a forest." Nita Whine.

"Your nita who ordered earlier why do you love the address here, even turn on someone else."

  Inevitably they have to walk to the highway. They order a taxi but get canceled because there are many victims here at night. Robberies or thugs. May not be snatched by those thugs.

Along the road as quiet as they were silent to the sound, vehicles passed them hiding behind a bush.

To the next day Nayla undergoes her activities as usual. Along the way his mind is haunting about his status. He did not understand what this wrong decision was so many blasphemed his status.

"What is wrong with a widow. Where's the fault?" The question glides beautifully. But he answered himself because he was alone in the car there was no friend.

"Yes, because the widow is the most seductive either with the husband of one person or another. Not all widows are like that."

During the day in this store many buyers because they want to be near the season to make cakes. Or a store that sells pastries or other shopping slalu in his store. Monthly turnover is not responsible.

Suppose she is not divorced there may be a loss because her ex-husband's family is mentally free. This afternoon there was one of the women who noticed Nayla's movements. While shopping while glancing at the lyrics.

Even he does not know that in this store there is CCTV well not caught because he is like a balloon lamp in general.

If you look at it at a glance it is like an ordinary lamp. He took some of the items he loved into his clothes. "Not only greedy woman is hard work husband he eats himself, he dress up menor supayah not in say kissin when the original.

She is still undergoing her act of being a call woman while her husband works in a workshop near their home. On weekly salary. Glamorous wife husband stinks oil that's what happens.

They had no children, while her mother-in-law had her son remarry. He wanted a grandchild but not given. He does not understand the economy of his son is unstable even they slalu owe in the food stall to eat a day.