Married Three Breeding Widow
110. You Wrong People
There are usually people like that.
Already know wrong, instead of trying to change, he was doing more wrong, more crazy, because he thought that he was already dirty.
His feet, wet already, shower all at once.
For sins, be demons. Or go to hell.
"I think you want one good thing, boy."
Juwita patted Abhimanyu on the shoulder, pushing him back from that inappropriate distance.
"I'm not asking you to believe because I'm hiding you."
"...."
"Make your Mama, I might be like a savior. People who if not reckless, adek you can not exist. I'm superhero. But good grief," said Juwita, patting her shoulder he let her know.
"I am, here, because of me, your Papa's wife. It's not that I want to get to you guys, it's not that I want to be your superhero, or you want to be your mama."
Jill pointed to herself. In front of Abhimanyu's eyes.
"I am yes I am. And as far as I am, I, Juwita Padmavati do not have a hobby of eating chicken, cuddling goats, or cuddling sheep, or ngadu humans. My hobby is just jailin Cetta. So if you feel I'm your gosipin hobby behind—"
Juwita patted Abhimanyu on the cheek as if she had woken him up.
"—you're wrong."
Juwita walked out of the room. Pull the door open, then close it tight.
Juwita's emotions actually smoldering, but trying hard to make him endure, because the most important thing is Abhimanyu understand.
Never mind. That's a hobby kid, right?
He was wrong, he blamed it. He did something wrong, he was not to blame. He gets blamed, he'll blame.
So stop hoping on imperfect logic.
"Pikachu, you want some ice cream?" Juwita turns her anger on positive activities, such as talking to Cetta.
Although the child's brain is not perfect yet, he is also not devoured by juvenile hormones.
"Cetta will!"
Like a new frog out of the rice field, he appeared in a wet shirt and a fishy smell.
Oh, don't forget his innocent grin.
"Ckck." Juwita.
Her son Melisa is amazing. His face is premium printed, his brain is blurred.
"Here you are."
Cetta came, soiled the floor that Juwita had cleaned tired.
"What's going on with you?" juwita asked, trying not to have horns.
"Main."
"Well what's wet-wet sampe?"
"Cetta swims with Mimi" replied he.
So Santuy cares if Juwita has to mop the floor.
"Did I say the same to you?" Juwita is still trying to speak well.
"Be careful."
"Why swim?"
"Cetta carefully swim it. The pond Mimi did not dalem. Just a calf."
Your son wants me to sell to the garbage man, can't I, brother? Pliiiiis.
Hadheh. Juwita means be careful anyway do not pollute his body, do not get wet, do not even plunge into his bed Mimi.
Couldn't he be thinking normal? Sane little can't? Not him, not Abhimanyu, not Banyu, all make greget.
"Sister, Cetta wants ice cream. He said he wanted ice cream."
Juwita dizzy. One like this, one so. It's a thank you that Banyu came home well. If he comes home with problems anyway, three-thirds Juwita sale cheap.
If you need free.
Free, for God's sake, just take it.
"Cetta want some ice cream?" Juwita reviews the gentle smile
Must patient. Must pretty. Let not quickly wrinkle.
"Hmmmm, can, can. Butiiiii—"
Cetta blinked expectantly..
"Cetta help me clean up. First, a clean shower, a new floor mop, a new ice cream."
"okay!"
Know the truth Juwita if the child mopped it would only be done twice—the first he, the second Juwita, because the first was not clean.
But at least Juwita should teach him to clean up the mess he made.
Juwita Ogah clean the water Mimi used.
Huh, disgusting.
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