My ex-Ipar Candidate
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Still being asked in his mind, Radha had turned her head while walking up the stairs. Layla's cry was so broken. In contrast to before Jelita, he was increasingly confused about what exactly makes the woman silenced if with him, what he was scary, thought Radha.
Whatever, the maid's problem is her in-laws' business. The responsibility is now Gian, of course the man was grumbling and angry until the next morning.
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"Idih why I should ngetok door," ceteluk Radha was aware of his strange behavior, feeling afraid to meet Gian until he forgot that it was his room too.
He pushed the door slowly, stepped carefully and made sure it was safe. The woman did not find Gian there, only a pile of dirty clothes were on the bed.
"Ck, habit."
Not long married, but Radha has felt the complaints of wives that she often get from social media. The curses of the wives that Radha often read, and now all that he felt.
With an unusually patient heart, Radha picked up Gian's clothes. Still forcing a smile even though this is so annoying. The masculine scent that was attached to her husband's shirt for a moment made her comfortable.
The gurgling water was again heard, yes it was common for Gian to take a bath should be two sessions. Somehow the bath to beat the duration of the bath Radha.
Wait, the phone's still in his pants pocket. Radha was still curious about the man's cell phone password. How many times has she tried, even with so complicated looking for birth dates and important days related to her husband.
"What yes?"
Radha bit her lower lip, only Haidar's date of birth she had never tried. But for what reason Gian uses Haidar's birth date as a code of security of his personal objects.
He breathed a rough breath, thinking too long while the man took a bath might soon be over. With just any he tried to enter his birth date, trial and error but the results were amazingly surprising.
"Well?!! Yee!!! Open up!!"
He raised his hand high, as if he were winning the Olympics. His face is sumringah and now jumps as if forgetting his original purpose, but momentarily replaced because of the pain due to his burn was still felt.
"Zura?"
The voice was heard even though faint, Gian's ears seemed to be more sensitive. Radha's cry could be heard, and Radha shut her mouth. He swallowed his saliva while hiding the phone behind him.
"Why? You didn't fall, did you?"
"E-no, Brother!!"
Radha heaved a sigh of relief as she stroked her chest, if only the man confirmed her condition by opening the door, he would definitely be caught in trouble.
"Dad, don't come out please!!"
She quickly checked her husband's phone with trembling hands, afraid that his actions would be known to Gian. With his mercurial hands Radha browsed through the photo gallery with a flat face.
"Huh?"
Successfully made him wonder when he saw one by one photos of himself in the phone. Since when did Gian have, even his picture is still Junior High was there.
"God? This photo could be here!!! Lyuuuh!!"
Seeing his face in all pink clothes in the middle of the basketball court with ponytail Radha suddenly nauseous. Wanting him to spit out all his stomach right now, even he was reluctant to keep memories that he considered disgrace in that life.
"This again, oh my God, where did he get it?!!"
More annoying than ever, Radha's face with fish-mouth lips was there. Ah time when is that? Probably his first year of high school, in the UKS when he pretended to be sick on Monday morning.
"Haaaaa shameful, remove ah."
His intention to destroy all the photos was getting rounder, he had to painstakingly remove the traces of his photo that had gone viral in his school magazine, of course with the consequences of him being chased by many wayward guys with a future is not necessarily that direction.
"Yahoooo!!!"
Too focused on choosing the photos that she wants to destroy, Radha forgot that her husband only took a bath not mediocre. He wavered and the phone was thrown to the floor, his eyes perfectly rounded, if Gian asked for compensation for his life.
"Okay, sorry."
Soon he grabbed the phone, with a plain face staring at Gian's sharp bead. The man who now only wore a towel hardened his jaw, he was finished now.
"Return," Gian said so coldly, his face was not at all friendly, gloomy when he had just taken a shower.
"So, I'll borrow Papa's phone."
"Ck, you think I believe?"
Rudely without caring Radha's feelings, Gian snatched the phone away. Cracked, expensive cell phone is defective due to his actions. Luckily it was still on, and he understood very well what the purpose of his wife was to open the phone secretly.
But nothing is lacking, Gian was relieved even though he did not show that now he feels fine. Still he held the flat object, approaching Radha who is now dead fleas.
"The more presumptuous you are, yes" he said in an almost inaudible voice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, brother."
"But you broke my phone, and you know that all the important data is there, Zura," he said, creating a drama that would obviously have cornered Radha even more.
"I-I didn't know that Brother's HP would fall, after all it's your fault, why surprise me?"
Gian was surprised, although his wife now seems to be trying to put up a fight. She had warned what was going to happen, Radha covered her chest with her hand, knowing that her husband could be ignorant and lecherous suddenly despite being angry.
"So my fault?" asked Gian laughing discordantly, his wife's gaze made him unable to bear. Pretending to be angry, in fact his acting is not as good as it used to be.
"I-iyaaa, wrong Brother .. already there change clothes, my hands per seaaawwwww," he shouted now pura, the burn on his right hand Jelita had treated, Jelita, his messi was not as painful as he described with his expression.
"My hand is about aaaawwwww nyenye, you could have run away from me hmmmm," he said mimicking Radha while pinching his wife's smooth cheeks to redness. It was so anxious that he even wanted to bite his wife to the wound.
"Run what, we're no longer a race."
"Ck, there's an answer from your mouth, Radhania," she shook her head softly.
"Which shirt do you want?" tanya Radha who has now passed and intends to choose clothes for Gian.
"Whichever one, whatever."
"Hm, wait there."
"Who would also want to come," he said from ceplos and now lay his body that is still not dry to the bed.
Gian stared pushyly at the sleeping lamp, biting his lips while clenching his hands. He turned to the now cracked mobile phone of a thousand, his wife was really dangerous, lucky he came not too late.
"Did he find her?" Gian was real worried, but seeing how his wife reacted he was sure that what Radha saw was still the right thing.
After all, if Radha found out, it could be that his wife would complain to Jelita who threatened his safety.
"Hahaha he doesn't know where it is, you're not too smart, baby." Gian pulled the corner of his lips, again he pounded and his body felt hot after he opened the photo of his wife who became opium.
Oh yes guys, if you want to join GC I have opened again yes.