Married Three Breeding Widow
134. Rampaging
Adji patted his forehead on how his surprise got messed up because everyone mostly talked. Can't they just sit around for a minute following a well-made scenario?
Though the plan was they said they wanted to make Juwita to cry shut her mouth as often seen on social media.
Which seemed super moved and paid for all Juwita's grief over the past few days.
Because they cannot work together, no wonder Juwita now only face ⁇ ︿‾.
In the end Adji also came out, approaching them.
As Adji approaches, Abhimanyu suddenly speaks.
"Jewith."
The woman who seemed to be still trying to digest it immediately turned away. "Yes?"
"Gue—"
"So Papa's wife!"
Cetta yelled again, lifting up the height of the box that actually contained the ring for Juwita.
"Brother married Papa continues to be his wife Papa! Keep brother home with Cetta!"
Resist romantics. Whereas for several days Cetta was taught to follow the scenario, but it seems he was impatient and tired of waiting for Abhimanyu to talk.
"Child, I—"
"Dear Juwita Padmavati." Banyu turned out to have taken the mic from Bima's hand, withdrawing their entire attention. "Because my brother is both tololl, you let me."
Juwita.
"But before that I want you to know if I'm forced to talk."
This brat.
Adji shook his head to see why out of his three children, the smartest one remained unruly. Normal speaking period once he can't?
Hah, okay. It's better than nothing.
I want Abhimanyu to say that Banyu is the same. Their origin tells Juwita what needs to be conveyed.
"So, I'd like to say—"
Adji was already very hopeful that he said that sentence, so that Juwita felt better. They were all tired of putting it together so Juwita had to listen.
But suddenly Banyu was silent, tilting his face like a thinking person, then frowning.
"Not so, deh. It's too bad to think about it."
The sound of laughter was heard followed by the cry of Mama who said that Banyu and Abhimanyu should circumcise once again as penance.
Adji wanted to pin both of their heads.
"They wanted to say," Adji finally intervened, pulling Juwita's hand back at him, "if they've been too naughty, too troublesome, too dizzy, so they need you to make their face stick."
It was not a composed sentence but Adji was also already irritated to see his children.
Cetta raised her gift box once more, because no one had taken it. "Papa, the ring."
They reject romance. Though it was a surprise, not something to be held up like water from a river.
But yasudah. Whatever. The point is they've been trying.
Adji grabs the diamond ring in the box, attaching it to Juwita's finger.
"Because yesterday I called you less, now I want to apply for you again. You want to be my wife, Juwita? But you're my wife, so you can't say no."
Juwita. He looked at Adji like a person who did not understand language, but a second later his expression changed.
Both corners of Juwita's lips dropped down, vibrating to mimic the crying Cetta when left behind.
"It's not clear!" yelled Juwita suddenly.
Not only that, Juwita even released her sandals, then beat Adji hard.
"You're not so clear! Dregs! What rubbish!"
"Oh-duh, what is my fault?"
"How many days do you think I'm going to get divorced, huh?! How many days do you think I'm afraid of being a widow?! You think this is funny?! You think it's funny to be given such a surprise?! AKHHHHHH, HERE YOU ARE, HERE!"
Juwita rages like a bull.
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