Married Three Breeding Widow
122. Want to Get Married Again
After saying that Banyu left, leaving Adji to eat alone with a dinner made by his new help.
The portions of Cetta, the portions of Abhimanyu let alone Banyu were all cold, untouched.
They really don't want to accept that Juwita leaves, even if it's just for a little while.
"We've done a lot of things together." Adji muttered, smilingly imagining Melisa by his side. "Your pass goes children this way too."
"...."
"I know you're worried about the kids, but don't. My responsibility is to take care of them."
Although there is certainly no answer, Adji just feels better after talking. Especially if he remembers that Melisa always listened to him if Adji confided in the behavior of children.
He eats well, goes up to sleep rest himself.
Tomorrow Adji feels he can move.
Pick up her replacement Melisa who should be here at any cost.
Even if the children's behavior makes the head shake, they all want Juwita.
And most of all, Juwita also wants them as big as Adji wants Juwita too.
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Tomorrow, Adji forbids his new assistant to cook except for Adji alone.
Adji is not too worried about children's food, because they already know how to buy their own food with their pocket money.
Banyu also takes care of Cetta, so Adji does not bother them if he wants to be angry. For Adji, persuading the angry person is not by coming to him continue to talk softly.
They are angry because Juwita is not there, yes Adji just take Juwita so they stop being angry.
But when we arrived, the house was empty. It is likely that everyone is going to the market, to a store that has been managed by the Juwita family for a long time.
Adji goes to the back of the house, seeing the process of building Juwita's parents' new house is still ongoing.
Remember Adji's dowry?
A home for Juwita's parents, the cost of her mother's surgery, and a ten-year life guarantee.
After a small talk with some porters, Adji made sure Juwita and her family did go to the store. So Adji's car spun to the place it was intended to go, into the market to the location of his wife's family shop.
When Adji was about to arrive at the store, he suddenly stopped, saw his wife sitting in front of the store, talking to some strangers and his mother as well.
"How do you go, Wi? Split you with your husband?"
Juwita smiled warmly, replied calmly, "Yes if I split ajalah, Ma'am. My husband is good, really good. The kids are good too. But what if his family doesn't feel right? Mental pressure is also every day talking about not good with his family."
"Yes yeah. I like it so much if the family. No, no, no, yes."
"But you can, Wi, ask your husband to defend you. That was his family. When he talks gini, gini, gini, your husband is cuddly."
"You can say mah, Ma'am, I'm the one who said no to my husband. My mouth is more jago ngoceh anyway. No one can talk about. And that's what Jaudah is. Because a lot of that shit isn't my in-laws. Nope. Not the Oma of children. My father-in-law's sodaranya yah."
"Duh, what a beauty this is." They stroked Juwita's head and looked very fond of her.
Judging from the interaction, Adji knew that Juwita was familiar with her shop neighbors.
"But if you get divorced, Wi, you want to get married again?"
Adji sculpted because he did not expect Juwita to say, "You."
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