Married Three Breeding Widow
42. The Cost of Self-Esteem Determinants
Juwita is not playing with Adji. So Juwita ogah looked at him, preferring to focus on Cetta playing games on her tablet.
The boy sat on Juwita's lap, unwilling to sit in the back. Really the type of child who likes caper, because even if he can play his own game, he pretends not to know if Juwita teaches him.
Another thing with two demons in the back who were sitting playing mobile phones by themselves, did not open their voices at all until they arrived at their destination.
"Udah used to play." Juwita can only talk to Cetta. "Taro, yeah. We'll go down first."
"Loof."
"Capek Juwita you sit down and keep asking for a sling." Adji just opened the sound. "It's the same Papa."
"Aangh."
"So, same Papa." Juwita is tired in fact so can't say well want Cetta to frown how too.
Cetta looked upset. But still obediently descends on Adji's sling while Juwita finally feels free.
They walked in together. Adji walks in front with Cetta, while Juwita is in the middle and his two son sontoloyo are in the back.
Though new at the entrance, but all eyes have been fixed on them, as if Juwita is an overseas artist who makes a glare.
The difference is, all eyes are the eyes of the julid.
Ah, yes, yes. Juwita the virgin who married a widower for money.
Aye, okay. Yeah, gotcha. Juwita also thinks she knows herself. Don't look at it.
"Adjis. Come on in here, kid. Here and there."
Well, that usually looks friendly welcome it's the most julid at the back.
Juwita tried to keep smiling sweetly, look innocent so as not to be antagonistic. Moreover, Adji's family time on gathering, and none of Juwita is unfamiliar.
In the end the family just want to get together with the same caste, so what Juwita in the eyes of those who all have a car half a billion and above.
"Know, Aunt. Juwita, my wife."
His eyes were like lasers judging from top to bottom before smiling widely. "Oh, this is Adji's new wife. A juwita? Duh, that's so pretty. What age are you?"
Twelve, Aunt. Yes, I am a child married to my father. Juwita has sore smile when it just opened. "Twenty, Aunt."
Intentionally he reduced the two, let the reaction get more excited.
I swear well, it was the least important session Juwita ever passed. It was like being interrogated.
Bac*t.
She thinks Juwita doesn't know how she's made julid? Juwita really doesn't like that kind of man. I don't like it, I don't like it. Why pretend to like the reason of politeness but the ends of the gossip length exceeds the train tracks.
Which is the most annoying Juwita must be separated from Adji, aka back interrogated himself.
"You want to marry a three-child widower. Ih, pretty loh you."
Juwita smiled and she was sure that everyone knew her smile was forced.
"Melisa's children are naughty. You are not working and are taking care of children. How would?"
Because I take care of them do not need to work again dapet money. Juwita is still smiling, answered.
Whatever. Juwita's alive too.
But what sucks the most is the time they allude to the 'celebration' of marriage.
The words implying 'yes if the second wife is married are forced to do so' because Juwita does not celebrate anything, as if the magnificent marriage is a precious symbol of women.
Persimi, driver. Ivory Martin and Gisella Anastasia married billions of dollars, divorced too, tuh.
"Why you?" tanya Adji when they finally sit together, because the application event will begin. "You're a real person, seriously."
"It's been given lime juice that's why it's like this."
Juwita grunting. Hugging Adji's arm involuntarily for revenge.
"He said Intan's dowry will eat up to a billion. Car it, iPhone it, gold."
Adji tilted his body to listen more. "Who said?"
"So I know his name. The point is they say 'kalo virgin child let alone beautiful let alone pinter yes dowry should be big dong'. Idih, bac*t."
"...."
"Booking pretty girl, sexy, bouncy whiz two million can also. Five hundred thousand can. Proud of the price. His self-esteem is billion, time. My house cost is not KPR."
Adji was shaken by laughing laughter. Spontaneous tasting temple Juwita who is still mish-misuh annoyed.
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