It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
61. The guards are cheated

"I've said many times, Father is my teacher. No way dong, I'm not polite?"

He still insists on calling me Father. Aah, when should it be replaced? Bang can too? You can either, or Dang? Special pulangilan hamlet residents, can be really ....

He looked at me for a moment. Then he approached and bowed his body looking at me fixedly.

"It hurts, sir?"

"What?" His face is too close. Ouh ... What does he want?

"His wound's been treated yet?" He moved to a place in the corner of the house.

"It's just a small wound. Not how good."

He approached carrying a P3K box and removed the cleaning fluid and then applied it to the wound, after which he smeared a clear gel-shaped drug.

"It's a fool, sir. Make the wound heal quickly too."

I nodded to notice her expression that was seriously cleaning up the wounds and bruises I got. Because of this, Mr. Suhandi was very angry with me.

I was lectured all day by him. In fact, I got SP because the incident boomed because it was about educators like me. Not to mention if I go home, mama will definitely set my sights on me. Hmm ... Where are you going tonight?

After finishing the medicine, he returned to the kitchen. He looked very deft, unable to sit still for even a minute.

Hah, finally my stomach is filled with fried rice made by Nesya. Today's troubles really made my stomach starve tremendously. Simple fried rice made by Nesya feels so delicious on the tongue. Or is this what you call a delicious home-cooked meal?

This tongue is too immune to all tastes, because always and always eat the catering menu ordered by Mama. It seems I also want, when married later my wife cooks food for me.

I saw that Nesya was already busy cleaning and cleaning her kitchen utensils. In my house, everything is done alone. We also wash our eating utensils ourselves. We all have to take care of everything ourselves. There is no such thing as renting ART specifically. Everything in the house is ART.

After being served like this, there was a feeling of comfort appearing within me. I should be able to make him comfortable too. Like the tips I read, widows will be clamps if they can make them feel comfortable.

I also moved towards the kitchen. He must have had a reason, why just cook fried rice for dinner. I opened the fridge, it was empty.

bruuk

The refrigerator was forcefully closed by the occupants of this house. "Well, no manners, checking someone else's equipment?"

"Hmmm, why not shop?"

"I can only shop every Sunday. You see for yourself my watch is very tight. So don't shop."

Hmmm .. true as well. He certainly did not have much time even just to buy the necessary materials. "Yuk, shopping now?!"

"Now?" His face looks astonished. He would never go to the market at night. I've never been, either, but it's a pity that Elena is only fed with malnutrition every day.

"Gini-night rames are also." I don't know, I just sniffed.

"But Elena?"

"When you shop, let me take him."

"Relatedly? Later he sleep even make you bother."

"You don't have to worry. Leave it to me!" I should be able to make him sure.

"Yep, to the market!" Then I carried Elena. "Elena want to take a walk in Papa's car?"

"Yes ... Mau mau mau ... Eyena wants alan-alan cama Papa." Elena hugged me. Like a real dad maybe.

"Well, let's buy all the ingredients." Finally he agreed and brought the supplies and shopping cart.

"Let's go to the supermarket, make the shopping comfortable and safe!" I said I was gonna park my vehicle in the biggest shopping mall in town.

"No, Sir. It's all expensive there!" Apparently he refused.

"Then?"

"On the market week, let's take a look."

"Will be safe?" I feel a little doubtful. Like I said, I haven't been to the market all night.

"Huh? You mean left in the car?"

"I'm staying you two here. Let me do the shopping."

Oh, wow, can't be. It's been this night, I have to be a bodyguard for the princess. "I'll just come along."

I also followed the big lady who was busy shopping for the needs of our family, meaning the needs for her and Elena. I as a bodyguard followed his steps behind.

Actually I want to pay for what he bought, it's just that I can't pull out the wallet because both of my hands are busy holding Elena's body that sleeps soundly. When carried, his sleep even more soundly.

bughh

Someone hit me until Elena almost missed. Then I felt amused in the pants pocket and immediately checked it. I found a hand reaching into my pocket.

"You want a snap?"

Turns out he's the skinny little guy who hit me earlier. He pulled out his hand that was already within my grasp. He ran down the ridge managed to bring my wallet.

"MALIEING"

I chased after the thief to wake Elena up. She hugged my neck tightly because she felt bad. It seems that behind me, Nesya also ran after the thief.

Running while carrying like this makes my movements not free. Thus, Nesya managed to precede me running while holding the shopping cart by hand.

"Rpa ... Mr. .. help me chase that snatch!" I asked a few people who were there.

"Where's the snap? Where's jambretnya?"

"There, sir! In that direction!" I pointed towards the direction Nesya's shadow was running.

But the purpose of running them even more to a deserted place. Nesya was already panting far behind.

"Are you okay?"

He still can't answer my question. Nesya continued to regulate her breath as best she could.

"Where's the snap?" ask some of the men who ran earlier. Nesya shook her head.

"I'm sorry, sir. Because of me, I lost my wallet. Is it too much?" said me.

"I don't mind anyway. However, what I'm worried about is the important letters and cards that are in there."

"Waduuuh, how's dooong?" I'm a little sorry.

Then the little guy who stole my wallet came back bravely challenging us all.

"So strong your guts, Bang chased all the way here!"

"Maha."

"Maha."

There was laughter coming from behind. We both turned around to see who was laughing. It turns out that the laughing is the herd snatched earlier. They were the ones who ran with us.

They pretended to want to help, apparently just to trap us. Oh, dearGod. What will happen to the three of us?

"Accubus ... Ibuuk ..." Elena started asking Nesya to go down.

"Well, hand over all the possessions you have right now!" hardik the man who was in his forties there.

Maybe he's actually the head of this plot. I asked Nesya to take Elena to a safe place, away from them. I'll try to negotiate first so we can be let go.

"Bang, let go of the three of us! Brother may bring all the money I have, but please .. existing letters and cards are returned!"

"I promise I won't report the brothers all to the police."

"Hahaha, you think you can still negotiate like this with all of us?"