It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 74's
Giany's face reddened with embarrassment in-laws. I want to drown myself in the Mariana Trench. Surprisingly Allan was even very relaxed, as if being found by the mother was not something to be ashamed of.
“Your face why is red so?”
“I'm ashamed, Mas.”
“Indeed why did the door open?” whispered.
Giany. The tail of his eyes glanced at Early Mom who was somehow still at home standing by the side of the nightstand where she had laid breakfast. “I'm out of the balcony sun towel.”
“Oh.” Allan then glanced at Bu Dini and smiled broadly. “Sorry, Mom. Giany forgot to close the door.”
The middle-aged woman chuckled. There was a look of happiness on his face. Now his hope is fulfilled. Allan remarried and looked very happy. Since her divorce from Ayra, she has always asked Allan to find a replacement, but her son has always refused. Until finally Giany comes into their lives like a surprise. It is not free if you have to carry out a mission to capture the son-in-law of people.
“Mother bring breakfast to Giany. You guys hang out the newlyweds languishing in the room until they forget to eat.” He looked at Allan. “Awas you if Giany until gout!”
Suddenly Giany's face was getting reddened to hear Bu Dini's frontal speech. He did not even dare to look at his father-in-law.
“Where to gout, Mom? Just want the business Mother has appeared on the doorstep,” said Allan without shame.
“Mas!” Giany floated a pinch on the stomach.
“Salah itself would like not to close the door,” ledek Bu Dini.
Giany rubbed his face at the mother and child debate. Really, Allan and Mom Dini seemed to deliberately tease him.
“Ya I'm going downstairs. Please continue your efforts that were delayed.” With a smile, Mom Dini went out of the room and closed the door.
Allan glanced at Giany who was still looking down embarrassed, it felt so adorable to see the look of the shy face of the woman. He looked at her with love. For her Giany is a very gentle and mature female figure, despite her age far below Allan, but she can keep up.
“Sayang ..”
“Iya, Mas ..”
“If I am wrong or there is something you do not like about me, remind me yes ... Maybe I can't be a perfect husband, but I will always learn to be the best for you.”
Giany published a smile on his face, then leaned against Allan's plain chest. Her innocent mind dominates what marriage means. The memory of how Desta physically abused her and psychically began to re-imagine. Of course he felt a big difference.
With Allan, let alone hit, yell never. Then what kind of husband does Giany want, when Allan has shown him true love—that makes him never stop being grateful.
He believes that God is not testing him through Desta, nor punishing, but teaching him to be patient and sincere, so that when happiness comes to him, he is good at being grateful.
“I love you, Mas!”
The merindinglicious! Ah, forget about the licious thing that made my eyes and tongue sprain from yesterday! What was clear was that Allan's heart rumbled to hear that sentence. He returned Giany's embrace. Tight and strong.
“Honey, continue that yuk!”
“Which one, Mas?”
“So I said I want to increase immunity and faith to be safe.”
It seemed like something was immediately tense but not an electric current. Basic king mode, lured just a little directly anulicious. Allan, Allan ... Netijen is mistreating you!
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