My ex-Ipar Candidate
CHAPTERS 158. Not After (Fucking China Jars)
Fortunately, Radha did not wait for Gian to worship. Her husband is really not kidding, worship ahead of Isya just this time Gian asked. Stealing the opportunity to ask for his right.
Her hair was not even dry, and she had to take another bath. The thin smile on Gian's lips incessantly adorned. Still loyal in his position, Gian seemed reluctant to release his wife's tiny body.
Getting a chance like this is very difficult for Gian, his eyes feel tired, Radha's request for him to take a shower immediately seems he will not do.
"Sister," called Radha patting Gian's innocent shoulder who had hugged her earlier.
"Hm, why? You want some more?"
His 5-watt eyes were still staring at his flirtatious wife. Radha who was a little upset because Gian who had been playing with him had accidentally landed his talapak right on Gian's temple.
Plaques
"Nobody the hell, take a bath there .. I'm uncomfortable, it's all sticky."
Gian shook his head and tightened his arms, it was completely unselfish for him to let Radha go. His wife's tiny body he'll never give her a chance to escape.
"Five more minutes, keep quiet like this, Ra."
His eyes were closed, no matter how sweat made his hair damp. He just wanted to enjoy time together with Radha, even the invitation to dinner from Jelita he ignored without answering at all.
"So, no lie, very uncomfortable vows .. if you have a new bath can hug again."
Radha is still trying to ask her husband for understanding. Gian was really reluctant to leave, while the night continued to run. He is hungry, but Gian does not want to understand.
"If you've had a different bath story, you're wearing clothes you don't like."
Instantly his cheeks reddened, this man's speech was absolutely stark and not one bit refined. The goal is not to give Radha permission to bathe solely because in order to be able to hug his wife's innocent body longer.
"So what the hell," she sank the face on her husband's chest, not wanting if the reddish hue was obvious.
Although closed, the man now laughed discordantly. His fingers gently caressed Radha's beautiful mane. As if unfortunately today paid off completely with what Gian now gets.
His head that felt tired, and his mind that was so dense now relieved instantly. In fact, it is true what Raka said, that the wife is the most comfortable place to go home for a husband.
Gian's breathing began to settle down, the man seemed to fall asleep. Radha let go of her husband's embrace slowly, carefully fearing that the man would wake up.
It took a little effort to really get loose in Gian's arms. Radha bit her lip for a moment, so scared that Gian would open his eyes.
"Huft, finally."
Radha breathed a sigh of relief when she could escape from Gian's embrace. She walked to the bathroom with her innocent body is sure, where maybe she pulled the blanket, maybe her husband will return to the craze.
Her body was really uncomfortable, Radha took a bath for the third time today. Not wanting to linger, he wanted to be done before Gian came in and screwed things up.
"How dare he leave me without permission" Gian said with his eyes still closed, the water's gurgling too clearly in his ears.
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While in the living room, the occupants of the house were still focused on the strange object that was on the table. Since her son did not come down, Jelita tried to understand because Gian and Radha were still in the first year of marriage.
"He bought?" ask Raka who until now has not dared to touch the urn.
Jelita shook her head, because indeed she did not understand where Gian got the strange object. Really he was too surprised, why the old thing suddenly existed after Gian left this afternoon.
"Where is he saying goodbye?"
"To the office, but yes to the office late in the afternoon."
Raka seemed to think, what is the most likely fitting where his son got the object. Especially after hearing Asih's narration that said that the object became a trigger for the young couple chasing this afternoon.
"Darling, what exactly is Gian? You're sure our son doesn't fuck around, do you?"
"Mas, Gian is not that child, since we were young he taught about many things, especially religion, I don't think he will go crazy."
"But it could be, Ta ... It's also impossible to lie, right, you heard what they were talking about when Gian came home right?"
"Yes, sir .. when den Gian came home indeed Radha questioned the urn, but den Gian seemed to be hiding something," explained Asih again, he had posted it in detail some time ago, he said, and of course it suddenly became a trending topic in his residence.
"How do you think Aryo? You're the one who drives her around more often," Raka said looking at the middle-aged man who stood the furthest away from them.
"I don't know, sir, because winning with Gian is more often with Rey at the moment."
"If I thought tea, such things could be mystical, I'd seen my late father, sir." Budi also spoke, whether true or not but he was sure the jar was indeed similar.
"But it seems impossible, Budi ... Gian can't possibly do such a dirty thing." Aryo seemed to defend, he did not accept if Gian is viewed as bad as it is now.
"But the evidence is already there, Aryo ... Even I feel a mystical aura from inside there, it seems to be very strong and carry a malevolent influence around this place," said Budi suddenly became paranormal.
The two men looked frustrated, how not, his eldest son had become the talk of his entire workforce. And of course this is because of the commotion that occurred when the truth was not known.
"I think it's an ordinary urn, why are you all afraid?"
Jelita looked at Raka and the workers alternately, it was very unlikely that a Gian engaged in shamanic practices. And clearly he did not accept his son being accused of various kinds.
"I remind you to shut up what you're seeing, what you know enough to keep and just stop at you, okay?!!"
They fell silent as soon as Raka started talking, because for him even though he was not sure what Gian was doing still the mouths of his workers needed to be guarded.
"Hooaaam, what's going on?"
"Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!! Who're you?!"
Gian's sudden presence with disheveled hair wearing only a boxer and bare-chested made the urn watchers panic. After Radha who already looked fresh in her thick pajamas, of course she was surprised to see the unusual crowd.
"By, lebai!!! You all why?" Gian felt dizzy as soon as he heard the screams from them. What a mess he was, Gian thought.
"Gian, you ask now, what is this thing? Where'd you get it, huh?!!"
"Hadeuh, Papa can see for himself what it is." She yawned and scratched her stomach, and Radha only blushed because her husband was only wearing a watermelon-patterned boxer.
"Where do you get it from?"
"Koh Malih, ck .. indeed what is strange with that thing, I only accept it because if it refuses it is more disrespectful," gian said now to pass and return to his goal to take cold water, his throat was dry and he needed a little energy to be able to take a bath.
"Who is Malih? The shaman?" ask Raka again and make Gian sigh rudely, "Koh Malih, Siallan!!!" speak his mind without turning his head and continue his steps.
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