My ex-Ipar Candidate
Wife Sucks.
His face was bent, he was a little frustrated with the clothes Radha gave him. Since when did he have, he was really amused by this color, between all the colors why should it be pink, Gian thought.
"Is do not be removed," said Radha holding her husband's wrist who was about to unbutton her pajama.
Patiently Radha put the nightgown on Gian, the wedding gift from one of Gian's best friends that he had just received a few weeks after the wedding day was very fitting on her husband's body.
Radha clapped, feeling she was now creating a beautiful blend. The look on his face and the aura of not receiving it was obvious, in broad daylight his wife gave him pajamas as hot as this.
"It's noon, Zura, you want to make me look weird in front of Mama later?"
How not, lunch hour is almost here. And it has become a habit of the Wijaya family to eat together if at home. Radha's satisfied face really made her depressed.
"Kan Abis lunch Brother will also take a nap," he said felt his decision was very appropriate.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to wear something like this, Zura .. You can give me a shirt or a short shirt with no sleeves if you need to."
It is true, today he will still stay at home because he is quite tired. But that does not mean he thinks he will sleep until the next day.
"But Brother did not say that before" he said from ceplos and considered himself not wrong in this matter
"Now have said it, take it instead," said Gian with his cold voice, sharp eyes again issued a stance but unfortunately Radha was not afraid at all.
"No," he refused and chose to pass while pulling Gian's wet towel which the man let pile on the floor.
"Dance ...."
"Ck, why have you been so annoying since?!!"
Radha gaped, what is she hearing now? Gian snapping. But she did not want Gian to take off her choice of clothes, wholeheartedly she chose the clothes because she hoped her husband would look funny.
"What am I really doing?" Instead of being self-conscious Radha asked back. And it was successful in making Gian throw his rough breath, it seems he must get used to it.
"Ck, forget it."
It passed, leaving Radha who was still looking at him confused. Holding the damp towel of her ex-husband with her mouth open after Gian closed the room door violently.
"Lah was still angry apparently," he said feeling guilty, the time was not right. And the guy's not okay to joke around with.
Leaving Radha still in the room, Gian now passed to the reading room in the corner of the second floor. His mind wanted to calm down a little, but yet he managed to get into his secret room, he stared for a moment into Haidar's room.
His heart felt stunned, he suddenly recalled his sister. What are you doing, and how his condition with a personal assistant who had once made Gian tempted because of his beauty.
"What am I thinking about that boy."
Just realized he was using his brain for things that are not important. Now Gian continued his steps, suddenly his frustration was back up.
"Well, since when has the arrangement changed?"
Gian frowned when entering his favorite room it looked different, the arrangement of books he often read was very different. While he knew, Jelita did not like to read books too much, his mother was more happy to spend time shopping for cheap and less useful items.
"Is it possible to have Haidar?"
But it feels impossible, because Haidar is not a man who is willing to spend time reading books. Although not so close, Gian understands his brother prefers music in life.
Whatever, Gian ended up choosing the bodo and chose one of his favorite books. Romantic novels by famous writers who are the beginning of Gian have different perceptions in terms of love.
"Hm, it's still the same."
He smiled faintly, the sheet was torn but he still read the contents. A few years ago, a piece of writing like that made him even famous to one school.
Sometimes he feels funny, Gian even argue to make Arini cry about the happiness of the main character. He does not like the main character, because for him the main character is a winner no matter what the story.
"What was the author thinking at the time? How can a crazy man like Abhimanyu get Kenanga that easy."
For years, he still remembered. Until there was no more frustration in him, the man sat on the soft sofa right by the window. Just a few pages away, Gian already remembered something else.
"Ah, once in a while he should be taught a lesson" he said staring at the door, his heart screaming for someone to come from behind the door.
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"Rho? You seriously don't know where she is, honey?"
"No, Ma, I thought Gian came down first."
Big woe, the crazy man again made the act that made Raka even more furious. His anger is not over yet and now Gian makes Raka's appetite disappear already.
"Leave it, the child is still the same, do not remember the age or how?!!"
Randy just trying to hold back his laughter, imagined how Raka used to often run out of ways if Gian has been on hunger strike.
"Well, he'll eat alone, but he'll grow up, too."
Jelita does not want Radha to feel uncomfortable with her husband's anger, because the thing that makes Raka not like the most is this kind of trivial things.
"Ehm, Randy .. Did you go alone?"
"Yes, who would you like to bring, brother would you like to come?" randy asked with his mouth full, being the couple's personal driver made him very hungry.
"Don't fuck you, Randy."
Randy was silent, even now Raka is still the same. Not cool at all, different from Andra who always spread laughter in his life.
"Just kidding, where might I bring your wife, brother," he said again enjoying the most delicious fried fish he had ever tasted.
"Wow!!! Who's cooking? You, Ra?"
"Yes, how? Takes my daughter-in-law's cooking, Ran?" Jelita so enthusiastically replied, as proud as it was to Radha who only helped her pour the seasoning before the fish was fried.
"Enak loh, fit to open the stall."
Radha smiled broadly, Randy's spontaneous jokes made him remember the figure of his best friend.
"Dam!!"
"Well, it's a compliment, brother." He defended himself when Jelita seemed to disagree with his words.
"That's the little girl who asked for a job back then, right?" randy asked suddenly interested as he looked at Layla who passed through the dining room with a sweet smile while looking politely at them.
"Yes, why is it?"
"Udah big, beautiful again, what's she eating, Ta?"
"Yes the same, eat rice ...."
"Ehem, honey, when did you start eating?" Jelita stopped spoiled bribes with her sister, if they were together indeed they could not hold back a little.
"Yes, it's me eating." Jelita smiled warmly, a little embarrassed actually because now Radha is in front of him.
But Jelita was wrong, since then even Radha was not focused on what they were talking about. The chocolate manicure is precisely on the girl that Randy had praised, he did not want to guess, maybe there is something he has to do on the second floor at this time, thought Radha.