It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 127's

"Mas!" Giany's eyes squinted with a pinch on the waist making Allan smile strangely.

"Although, dear," he said then glanced at the stall owner. "There's a rapet widow, right?"

The man smiled, then replied, "If the racket widow does not exist, sir. There's a widow's flower."

Allan and Giany stared questioningly. "Dowresses? What kind of a thing is that?" ask them simultaneously.

The forty-year-old man pointed to a plant not far from where they were standing. "That's ... Which there are no holes."

"How much is that, sir?" asked Giany enthusiastically to make the man grab the plant and put it in front of Giany.

"It's cheaper, Mom. If you want, I'll give you five million."

Allan's forehead was furrowed so much. "Yes, widows are cheaper than widows?"

Smiling, the friendly-looking father replied without any objection. "Soalah if widows are counted by means of a fortune. One leaf is sometimes valued at five to ten million."

"Yes, here the widow let me bolongin, after that you can sell at a high price," said Allan made the father of the stall owner laugh loudly.

While Giany looked at him with squinting eyes. "Mas!"

"Yes, geez .. kidding, dear."

Giany again watched the plants before him enthusiastically, after raising a threatening look at the husband.

"But why can a widow flower ornamental plant be under priced?" ask Giany.

"And if the widow of flowers lives married, Yank," sambar Allan with high confidence. He clenched his lips as Giany glared and chose to switch the conversation. "Oh, yes. If there's a widow plant, there should be a widow plant too, right?"

Giany took a deep breath. I don't know, but since she was pregnant, Allan's behavior became more and more fad and ignorant. He then chose to leave Allan and the owner of the stall to find another unique ornamental plant for the in-laws.

Allan and the owner's father continued.

"The widower plant is there, sir," the shopkeeper replied making Allan look back at him. Allan just asked. Tenyata really exists.

"There is a moment? Just a time you give the name," accuse Allan.

Allan noticed a unique plant that was also perforated like a broad widow plant earlier.

"They're corned?" ask Allan.

"That's his name, sir. Duda. In addition there are several types of monstera plants that are given the nickname of widower. Like an ugly widower, a lonely widower, a widower languishes just as a lustful widower."

Allan took a deep breath.

Good thing I don't belong in it. Allan's inner.

The man then grabbed a small pot. "Well, if this one's called a widower."

"Worse can also be hollow? Usually it's a dumb widower." Again Allan's speech made the father of the stall owner laugh.

Giany glanced in that direction while clucking. It seems like the talk of a widow between her husband and the stall owner is getting more and more exciting. Maybe Giany should choose to buy another plant.

Until his view captured some unique cactus-like ornamental plants. Giany grabbed a small pot containing a cactus that was quite old. It might be rotten soon.

But the base Giany who does not know see ornamental plants. He thought everything had its own uniqueness. If the widow perforated plant, this cactus also has a unique name.

"If his name was a broad widow and a canned widower, what is this plant called?" giany asked, making Allan look up.

"That old widower languished the rich and sickly. Isn't that right, sir?"

The owner of the stall no longer answered. He kept spinning because of his new customer.

"Udah yuk, go home!" said Allan while glancing at the father of the kiosk owner. "Sir, please wrap the broad widow who was the same as her lonely widower."

"Make what, Mom?" ask Giany.

"Let's be mated. His son could be that bitch."

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