My ex-Ipar Candidate
Destroyed (Gian Plan)
Realizing Gian's anger wasn't joking, Radha panicked of course. He stared far away hoping Jelita would come, did he need to scream? But, it could be him who was actually exposed to the tantrums of Gian, he thought.
And foolishly, fearing Gian's threat, Layla complied and turned on the stove with her vibrating fingers. He looked at the panicked face of Radha who was worried about him.
"How dare you look at him?!!"
He lowered his head, Gian's clasping increasingly made his body limp without bones. Her lips are now pale, hoping that the oil does not heat up before Jelita comes.
"Put your hands in" he said casually and did not release Layla from view, whether she should obey.
"Sister!! Mba, don't be so fucking mama!! Go spiel!!"
He had no power to hide his fear, Radha had already stomped her feet. No matter if Layla did deliberately hurt him like Gian believed, but watching her husband want to do this he really would not be willing.
"Go, if you want your body to break with my hand."
He was grieving, not a single pity slipped within him even though Layla's tears were now pouring so hard. Even Radha's panic just makes him more crazy, for some reason his wife's heart is covered in fog so can not distinguish how the nature of people to him.
"Ampun, Mr ... Forgive me, please don't punish me this way."
"Then in what way? You're making my wife wretched, and it's torturing her so much you know?!!"
The oil was already very hot, but Gian still wanted Layla to receive the punishment he wanted.
"Quick!! Put your hands in there, you can feel whether it's hot or not" he said gently as he gave a hint to do something to Layla.
"Jeez, Mba!! No need to do it, right?!!"
Radha was furious when Layla began to direct her hand to the extraordinarily hot face. Wanting to do a lot Radha can not, Gian now hold him even lock Radha's body in a hug on his left side.
"Mama!!! Help u!! Kebak .. pfft."
Gian's mouth closed forcefully with the palm so as not to scream persia tarzan. But free, now Jelita ran quickly even bolster was still in the arms, just about to take a nap, he thought.
"Laila!!! You want to burn my kitchen?!!"
He shifted Layla's body until she fell, immediately she turned off the burning stove and created the extraordinarily hot oil.
"Why are you two here?!! You!! It must be you, right?"
He pointed at Gian's face with incredible emotions. Wanting him to hit his son right now, the big packaged cooking oil was only a few drops left.
"Ck, Mama really ruined the atmosphere. Isn't it time for Mama to take a nap?" Gian memorized the routine of his mother, usually Jelita will take a shower even though at a glance after cooking and ended with a nap even though briefly.
"Don't distract me, tell me why you asked Layla to prepare that much oil?"
"Oh Mama, I'm just asking her to feel the punishment for her mistake."
"You don't know what happened, Gian, don't be reckless about making a mistake, he apologized to Mama."
Gian sighed harshly, all he needed was no apology. Honestly, he did not need it at all, because for him the woman needed to be taught a lesson.
"I don't need an apology, my wife is wretched because of her carelessness."
"Yes, Mama knows.but, your anger this time is outrageous, honey, you can be in jail for this kind of thing." Jelita looked at him with a breath of relief, because if Gian really made Layla wretched, he would be hit by problems later.
"Who dares to imprison me? A woman like her could possibly afford, Mama."
I don't know what exactly Layla has done, why Gian hates so much as if this mistake is not the only thing that makes him angry. Gian released Radha now, the woman took a deep breath. It was endless torture, he thought.
He approached the woman who was now struggling, he lowered his head and looked down at the limp face. Gian pulled the corner of the lips, the woman who now helplessly looks very innocent, it's natural that Jelita likes the figure of Layla.
"Get out of here, I'm sick of having to see you tomorrow morning."
Gian passed, after saying that sentence he left the place with his long steps. Without a single care for Radha who was still there.
"I'm sorry Gian, Mba."
With her sincerity, Radha approached Layla, even patting her on the shoulder so that she would no longer cry. This sight really soothed Jelita's heart.
No answer from Layla, again and again the woman is still the same. Even Radha's sincere smile did not he reply at all, he actually hugged Jelita who now also calms him.
"Thank you, Madam .. If Madam's not around, maybe I've been really wretched."
Jelita patted Layla on the shoulder several times, however, although this woman was only her domestic assistant, but Jelita was very fond of her because indeed from a young age, Layla came to the house to serve her.
"I'm sorry, my son, he can't control his emotions, you know, he does" he said, hoping that what Gian did didn't hurt anyone.
"Yes, Him."
Radha sighed softly, I don't know why she was guilty. The closeness between Layla and her in-laws was enough to surprise her, she did not expect Jelita to be as good as it was for people who were not her family.
"Ra, go back to the room, calm the sun bear down, baby."
Radha nodded, Jellita's orders to her are absolute. Honey bear? It is not wrong that the name is attached to Gian. Because the man is exactly a bear if he is angry, and now his job is to make the man calmer because of his will to resolve the unrealized emotions.
......... Seriate