My ex-Ipar Candidate
Radha's Fear
“Duh, Brother Haidar ngadu yes? Die me if he really says, anyways why pack event nemplok all sii.”
The woman was pacing back and forth indistinctly like a hot iron. The fear of it made him completely unsettled. How angry Gian is and what punishment he will get if Gian is really angry has always been a question since.
It has been almost half an hour and Gian has not returned, how is Haidar until her husband is not finished in a short time.
“Ck, really long again ... what bone is broken? Mampush really, mama angry how,” chirped while repeatedly staring at the door hoping Gian will soon emerge from behind the door.
In addition to fearing Gian's anger, he also feared Jelita would change because it made his son wretched. Radha did not want to lose the figure, just got the love of a mother, and obviously he was not willing if because of the things he accidentally made Jelita's affection reduced.
Tok tok tok tok
“Ra.” The call was heard clearly because the room was so quiet, did not wait long Radha immediately ran and grabbed the door handle.
“Kak, why long?” radha asked worriedly in a voice that slightly shook as her fear grew, really looking at her husband's eagle bead Radha grew increasingly upset.
“Hm? It's okay, you why?”
Gian stared at the awkwardness on his wife's face, his chest heating up suddenly. It seems that Radha is looking for another figure who enters with her, and the jealousy that still reigns without being able to control it clearly interprets that what Radha is looking for is Haidar.
“He's in his room, you're looking for him right?”
Radha shook her head quickly, what she was looking for was not Haidar, but Jelita. She hoped that her in-laws would come with Gian and ask him how he was doing. Because indeed, even though Haidar's position was hit quite strongly, he also still felt pain.
“Mama,” replied Radha with her own face, several times often things happen that hurt Jelita is always there, but not this time.
“Mama with Haidar, her son is spoiled again .. You're with me,” Gian said as he pulled his wrist.
Radha smiled with relief, at least Gian is not angry now. He did not refuse when the man took her to bed. Gian's soothing face makes Radha able to breathe without fear, because however soft Gian trauma of the man's anger still imprint in Radha.
“You're okay, right? Does anyone hurt?”
Gian's question he answered only with a sweet smile, his manic was so honest, and her husband's worries were indeed real.
“Why did you have to run that fast, Ra? If you're careful maybe that sneak won't come into contact with you.”
Like a parent worried about how his daughter was doing, Gian asked so gently. What he regretted was not the incident that made his sister injured, but it made Haidar slightly relieve his longing.
“I can not stand, Brother, already on the edge of the horn .. thankfully it is not too late,” he said look so relieved, although still the tragedy was enough to block the way Radha complete his wish.
“Before,” said Gian realized something was wrong, his wife's forehead looked a little red, and certainly it hurt because it looks like a sharp object scratch.
“Aaakh, peri, Kak.”
Sure enough, in fact it was painful, Gian stared carefully at the scratch wound. As he recalls Radha had not seen a cat since the beginning of the holiday, and also it seemed that on the beach the wound did not exist.
Obviously he thought hard, if previously the possibility of causing the wound was there, then surely the wound he could be due to the deadly collision of his wife with Haidar.
“Why can? It's not a broken glass, is it, Ra?”
He was only afraid that it was a broken glass wound that also made his sister injured. Although not as big as that is the name of the wound, for Gian it will still be just as painful.
“Not, Brother, I do not know what this is because,” Radha replied as if, because indeed he did not know the exact cause of the wound, it is, but what is clear is that after he fell with Haidar the wound was there.
“Ck, definitely because of the boy.”
“Not wrong again, definitely because of that little boy's necklace.”
The man stiffened his jaw, immediately he moved and would get rid of Haidar's necklace that was wrapped in a small sword that was not his taste at all. But having not yet managed to open the room door, Radha grabbed her wrist and asked the man to return to sit quietly.
“I have to exterminate that damn thing,” Gian stared at Radha with his sharp bead.
“What fucking thing? The wound is only small, Brother do not overdo it.”
“But my wife was hurt because of that,” he said as if he did not sincerely scratch the size of the sewing thread was on his wife's smooth forehead.
“But there is no blood, gapapa dong,” replied Radha half jokingly hoping Gian would choose to lose and ignore the wound.
“That's just a wound, my heart cries to see it,” he added again that managed to make Radha smile widely this time.
“Tomorrow is also missing, Brother, no need to worry about it.”
Yes indeed he is excessive, maybe even if he can dust that makes Radha's skin want him to beat too. The man took a slow breath, anger because he had a fight with Haidar a few moments ago became one of the reasons the man had the ambition to destroy Haidar's favorite object.
“Ehm, Brother .. I can ask?”
“Boleh, just ask,” replied Gian who still focused on blowing Radha's wound so slowly.
“Kak Haidar how?”
Gian paused for a moment, the name coming out of his wife's lips. And the question was a form of worry Radha to his sister, the man looked fixed Radha who looked regretful giving the question to him.
“It is fine, the wound has been cleaned and also Brother treat with the help of Mama,” replied Gian just like giving an explanation in general.
“Huft, thank goodness .. I feel guilty, Brother.”
“What, not your fault, Zura .. wrong himself why stand in front of the door,” said Gian make Radha tickled, really if it continues this he can not hold back laughter any longer.
“But still it kar ...” Not yet finished his speech, Gian put the index finger on his wife's lips, a sign that his wife must be silent without being allowed to speak again.
“Shuut, you're not wrong, okay?”
Not wanting to argue, Radha just nodded in response to Gian's words. For him succumbing is better, and this man will indeed always win with his arguments.
“Still yes,” said Radha suddenly when Gian was about to pass to the restroom in the corner of his room.
“For?” Gian halted his steps, glanced at his wife from a distance.
“Today,” replied Radha painting a sincere smile, kind Gian, gentle Gian and how Gian treats him will continue to be the reason Radha is grateful.
“Sama-sama.” Gian returned his smile, though somehow Radha said that it felt a little strange to him.
……… Connective️.
Wait, read this first. Make a very uncomfortable with Haidar is still stuck there, just be patient, Wak. This time in their lives has not been that long, Randy aja until old do not worry you"😂 That's already yes, he's also aware of the position of who he is, Radha who, Radha who, proof of the way he told Gian that this was his brother's fault. As long as I don't make Haidar back again want to damage his household I think gapapa ya. And then, I gabisa dong for suddenly he forgot and happy, if at that time it already means the end of the story. They were almost end kok santuy will not be bored again, Love You️ Thanks to the vote, huuu this pair belom ever get so ewkwkwk so tacky die gaes😂
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