Married Three Breeding Widow
6. Boing Yang Repressed
"You haven't got any clothes on, have you?" tanya Adji followed Juwita in.
"Yes." Yeah." Juwita only brought a few clothes in the bag, because he thought he still had to go back and forth also to the house and hospital.
"This is my wife's closet." Adji shifted his closet door to the side, displaying a small room containing rows of clothes and a large mirror. "My wife says you can wear clothes. There are no girls here. Honey if it's saved."
This guy's wife must be an amazing woman. You mean Juwita, doesn't she think 'please keep it and remember me'?
He was like telling Juwita to take her place.
"What pa-pa? Maybe it's better to keep a keepsake?"
Adji smiled faintly. "I also said so, but he said that those who go leave want memories as well. You wear his clothes also do not make my wife automatically discarded, right? That's good, he said."
I see, dad? Juwita did not think the woman he had met had an extraordinary personality.
Once again it must be questioned why three children become demons when their father's mother is like this.
"When you get changed, let's go down to eat. I told the kids to put off breakfast so they could eat together."
Eating with three devil children, right? Hah, Juwita is tired first.
But he immediately changed clothes, put on one of the casual dresses in the closet Melisa, his wife Adji, then went down.
Juwita deliberately used, to see the reaction of her children Adji. Maybe Adji and Melisa are okay. What about their children?
"Mama's clothes." As expected, they recognized him.
Juwita pretends to be unconscious, helping the house assistant prepare food at the table.
"Sister." Cetta grinning funny. "Sister wearing Mama's shirt, huh?"
Never again believe in this cute demon boy's whimper. "Yes, pinjem brother, yeah?" reply Juwita trying to relax.
"But, Brother."
"Hm?"
"So Mama's using, there's boingnya."
The two demon boys taught their little demons something haram!
Juwita smiled with the corner of her lips stiff, twitching withstood the annoyance. The boy who was a loser, plus the boy who cheated on him, they compactly closed their mouths laughing.
If Cetta was the one who spoke, as a little boy, it was obviously difficult to protest.
Adji instantly covered his face with the impression of 'i give up'.
"Role." The second child, Banyu, called his sister suddenly. "It can't be that."
Juwita glared as she was sure she would definitely add.
"The commentaries on the female body's sexual harassment are her name. Everyone is different. Some are big, some are flat. Can't be mocked."
Cetta blinks plain. Suddenly scowled. "You are big."
"Kalian—"
Adji's words were cut off by Abhimanyu's loud laughter. The high school boy who said Adji was only first class was now holding his stomach, laughing sideways.
Juwita clenched her hands tightly. It seemed that if it were not hit right now, these three brats would continue to mock him flatly.
"Abimanyu, Banyu, Cetta." Juwita called out to the three full of decisiveness.
Perhaps in surprise, they looked over. Goosebumps looking at Juwita suddenly smiling sweetly.
"There is no boing, dear," said Juwita soft but cold. "The booing is for Papa, not you. Sorry, dad."
Abhimanyu and Banyu were stunned. Cetta looked at her papa, who was already shaken by laughter.
The moment when the laughter hardened, Juwita realized that she had not just hit them, but hit herself.
Aakkkkhhh! Why even say that?!
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