My ex-Ipar Candidate
CHAPTERS 157. The Cruelest Slander
At home, precisely in the room, Radha still thinks about Gian who did not return after leaving without saying goodbye. Worrying? Obviously, he was worried not about playing. Azan was over a few minutes ago, and her husband did not return.
"Where the hell is he?"
Radha has even finished her bath, her body has perfumed and now her appearance looks really fresh. But Gian's absence in the room makes him feel that there is less, Radha passes out, shifts the glass door and chooses to wait for Gian from the balcony of his room.
It's cold, today's twilight feels peaceful. For a moment Radha could smile with just this circumstance. If he thinks again, sometimes he has to give thanks many times.
She's not a perfect woman, just a young girl who hasn't even finished school. Without the mother's affection, and born of a divided family. He never expected, indeed, the arrival of Raka who used to make Radha seem to lose the world, now he gets the whole world.
The perfect husband, the luxurious life, the treasures, and also the affection he gets at once. But alas, the drama that drove her marriage was quite annoying, so there was a heart that was hurt by it.
"Haidar, how are you? Last time he got on the news for getting in the wrong car, why?"
Suddenly Radha's mind drifted away, the last time their relationship did end in absolute frost. Trouble he forgets, the way Gian treats him is able to erase Haidar's trail slowly.
The smile on his lips rose as the white car entered the gate. Radha who had been waiting for him now ran down to approach Gian like a child who was happy for the return of his parents.
Passing the stairs with his leisure, Radha is now on the terrace of the house. Gian had already descended and of course that unreadable gaze he let down. Although a second later the smile could be seen Radha.
"Why is it outside?" asked Gian by carrying the urn that had made him upset instead of playing on the right and left side.
"Brother from where? Kok just came home," he said spoiled and now wrestled in Gian's arm.
"You waiting for me?" Instead of answering, Gian asked back.
"Hm, the waiting period, Mr. Budi, you're a weird brother."
Gian pulled the corner of his lips, he felt shady even though the outrageous anger was Radha herself. The two entered the house, while Radha began to ask about what Gian brought it.
"Seriously, where's brother from? Why bring the jug home."
He was curious about it, it seemed to be made of clay and it was hundreds of years old.
"Earth, Zura." Gian justifies, somehow the actual correct mention.
"Yeah whatever the name is, you don't go to a forbidden place like a shaman or something, right?"
Gian bought it when his wife thought he was that bad. It could be that men seem to accept such lowly accusations.
"Jeez, Zura .. for what Brother to shaman, your mind is too extraordinary."
Radha was still looking at him suspiciously, she took a few steps away and was now focused on staring at the urn. Unique and beautiful, it seems that if he sells it will have a high enough selling value, thought Radha.
"Who knows, maybe there are things that you cover from me," he replied indifferently and now trying to reach one of the urns that Gian held, and foolishly Gian who felt surprised by Radha's rapid movements, he dodged and increasingly made the woman think of various things.
"I guessed it, it seems my suspicions were right."
"Ra, what do you mean? Brother is just ...."
"Mama, Gian's brother keeps Jin." Gian had not yet finished his speech, his wife had passed and now spread the word of the bird to her parents.
"Zura don't fuck you!!"
Gian who was confused and upset because he could not explain properly, suddenly made to panic when Radha was in front of Jelita's room.
"Ware!!! Mama would have believed it."
"Mklpphh."
He patted Gian's arm but did not make the man forgive him. If his wife was still here and Jelita was out it would obviously be a danger to him.
"Shut up, or big brother, don't you walk in the morning?" threatening Gian makes Radha a little afraid actually, because Gian does not mess about his threat.
Soon, Gian now raised Radha like a sack of rice. Passed and slightly ran up the stairs to his room.
"A fastidious creature like you should be taught a lesson, indeed" Gian pushed the door of the room, walked with a definite step and slammed his wife on the bed, lucky not on the floor, happy tailbone.
"Aaaakkhh," complained Gian moving his neck, it turns out Radha is now quite heavy, he thought.
"Why Brother is sick, I should be."
"Close your mouth, Brother is angry as long as you know," replied Gian ketus, but instead of fear Radha was just wide open to hear it.
"Hahaha, angry gakek said ... Brother is funny."
"Funny in your eyes, don't you see Big Brother's face this serious, Zura?" tanya Gian now crawled up to the bed.
Positioning himself above his wife, Radha locked with both hands on her head. Radha looked at him questioningly, though she understood the meaning of the gaze.
"Look, seriously, right? Look into Brother's eyes."
Radha did not blink, her eyes fixed on Gian's sharp bead. Almost perfect face, jawline firm, nose pointed and lips make the instinct of adult woman Radha active instantly.
His chest was still the same, the feeling when Gian was still the same. Radha fell in love many times. Getting closer and closer, he was still silent when Gian sank his lips suddenly.
"Ra, what's diem?" gian asked after he finished his spontaneous action, looking at Radha who was now staring clearly he was confused.
"Zura" Gian said, it's not funny if the romantic scene ends with Radha's loss of consciousness, Gian thought.
"Heh, why are you ... Don't make you panic, Ra."
Gian shakes Radha's shoulder, his wife still petrified not saying anything. Although his eyes still looked at Gian, that was precisely what made him even more afraid.
"What is the jar is true there is a genie yes," said Gian worried, what if true, it might be that the genie was disturbed because Radha, thought Gian began to mess up.
"Astafirullahaladzim, forgive me, O Allah!! Jin is not my pet," he said increasingly panicked because now Radha is really not wrinkled like a statue, Radha's gaze that Gian usually misses now looks scary.
"Son't since when's got a moustache."
Byar, the voice made Gian sigh violently. In the midst of his worries, Radha actually talked about such a thing. His panicked self was extraordinary, and his wife now asks him the extraordinary importance.
"Cumbers?"
"This, but it's really thin."
"Papa's descendants, do not need to protest," said Gian who is still upset by his wife. Until he can't hold it any longer, it seems Radha should be punished this afternoon.
"Eeeih, sana ... Sister has not yet taken a bath" Radha refused her husband's chest.
"Ck, after that, you want to be a bad wife?" As always, threats play out every second.
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