ICHA Is My Wife
Bickering

Icha Harmansyah a beautiful girl with clean white skin is now coming down from her luxury car, she uses a high knee-length skirt with carefree she began to enter the yard of her magnificent house.

"Ma, Pa!" Icha looked around her with her hands already holding the doorbell

"Ehhh Non has come home?" greet Bi Iyem with a smile. The family assistant, now has opened the entrance of his house even now faced with his employer's son.

"Bi, where's Mama?" tanya Icha looked at Bi Iyem seriously, Bi Iyem even bowed

"Where's Mom?" tanya Icha held onto Iyem's bowed shoulder

"Bi!" Gently Icha raised Iyem's chin. Iyem puffed his head at the girl in front of him but, within seconds, the two turned into the house when they heard a loud and strong voice from inside the room.

"Silencemmmm you!" that snapping sound. Icha immediately walked quickly to the source of the voice that turned out to be in the family room. Seen on the face of his mother looks a clear anger as well as his father.

"Ma, Pa!"

Icha looked at the two with eyes that were now glazed, both of them turned a glance towards Icha and then came back sharply noted

like a freshly sharpened knife.

"If I hadn't married a man like you, maybe my life wouldn't have been this bad and maybe I could still laugh now" Rosmala shouted in anger, referring to Adi Harmansyah.

"Pa, Ma why is it only in our family that has no peace, no sense of protection among others why Ma, Pa?" ask Icha.

With a sobbing that had broken, Iyem gently held onto Icha's shoulder trying to calm the girl he had cared for for for over 20 years.

"You know what you have about peace?" said Adi Harmansyah, who is none other than Icha's biological father, now his anger is focused on his daughter.

"He knows what peace is because in our family there is no such thing as peace" Icha cried before her father.

"You are a very child" Adi Harmansyah wanted to slap Icha who was shorter than him however,

rosmala swiftly approached the two and held her husband's hand.

"Don't you hurt my son once in a while" cried Rosmala full of emphasis by referring to her Husband, Icha can only hide behind his mother's body.

Hearing the words of his father made Icha ventured to him who had been standing behind his mother and now he was in front of his father with a defiant and angry look at his father.

"Why Pa, why?" Icha now stood straight before her father with her mother behind her and tears still breaking.

"Bi, get Icha in the room!" pinta Rosmala without looking at iyem, her eyes still stared intently at her husband

"Your path! " rosmala's anger exploded again after iyem brought the other daughter into his room.

"Yes let your favorite child know the truth" said Adi cynically and left Rosmala still in the room.

"Your path parents have no feelings" shouted Rosmala.

Now in the room there was only himself, he grabbed his hair and shouted hysterically. All the items on the table he dropped just like that, all broken into pieces and shattered apart on the floor.

"I can marry a bastard like him."

Now Rosmala dropped the beautiful jar that was in front of him, a moment later he glanced at the nearby sofa and took his car keys on the sofa and went to nowhere.

While Icha in the room hugged her maid's body tightly, Iyem only returned the favor by stroking Icha's hair affectionately.

"Bi, what did you mean by that, Bi?" ask Icha without removing her open with a hoarse voice due to crying too late.

Iyem stared at Icha pity how not?he must choose to keep the family secret or tell his son

"It's better that mother tells him I have no rights" Iyem said in his heart.

"Bi, what does Papa mean Bi?" icha's cry broke again now he shook the middle-aged woman's body in front of him.

"Let's not know!" Iyem wiped the tears on Icha's pretty face

"Auntie ngk no right to tell cake Non" said Iyem nenduk unpleasant.