My ex-Ipar Candidate
CHAPTER 261. Uncomfortable Feelings (Bamboo Monkey)

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Radha's chest throbbed unusually, the glass she held suddenly fell and now broke. The feeling is increasingly uncomfortable, not to mention that Kama is still not back.

"Oh my God, where is he, actually" Radha asked in her mind.

His face was getting anxious, he hurriedly cleaned the broken glass with his hands without wearing gloves or anything else.

Because of his chaotic feelings, Radha was unconscious when the fragment was now scratching her fingers. It felt and cried out when the blood poured so fresh.

"Aarrgghh? What a drama I swear!!"

Ketar Ketir Radha confused to do what first, lucky Kalila was not with him. And now Layla approached with a flat face as usual.

"Why Non?"

Already know but still ask, want it feels Radha caci woman. Instead of quickly cleaning up he just saw Radha who was now washing his wounds with water.

"Layla, please clean the broken glass, my hand is hurt."

Radha asked for her, but Layla took her broom and other equipment to clean it up.

"I'm sorry, miss, I have to prepare a drink for the Great Lord" he said very politely but somehow Radha felt she was dancing over Radha's suffering.

"Yes, do your job."

Actually, he often gets a distinction in Layla's eyes, although it is not revealed directly but Radha is very aware and recognizes the characteristics of people.

How Layla who did not consider Radha as the hostess even though Gian has repeatedly emphasized that Radha is also the queen in this house.

The woman passed by and brewed water to prepare Raka's drink. Radha who has no other choice can only accept and do what is her duty.

"Non, let me just."

Radha was back on her knees and Asih approached her. Luckily the middle-aged woman came at a fast time, so Radha was able to reduce her hand movements a little.

"Thank you, Bi," said Radha sincerely and quickly embraced by Asih who is now taking over Radha's duties.

His eyes looked at Layla who was guiltlessly just busy waiting for the water to boil, as if her only duty was that and did not care about what was happening nearby.

After Radha passed, Asih approached Layla and whispered with growing anger.

"Do you not visit, forget the events that have passed? You almost burned with the anger of the young master."

"What did I make a mistake? Wasn't he hurt by himself?"

As an older person, Asih did not want the girl who roomed with him to linger with hatred that should not. As long as Radha became Jelita's son-in-law, she never had the slightest difference in their status, even as good as that and was willing to do her duty without interference from them.

"Be aware of yourself, before Madam knows how your heart is, in front of her maybe you can hide with that sweet smile and your innocent face, but not in front of the young master," takut Asih reminded Layla for the umpteenth time, a long sentence that managed to make her pause for a moment.

Shaking slowly and returning with her task, Asih understands that a beautiful face does not guarantee how good or not one's nature can be. Because if you look, Layla should be a good boy.

Leaving the two women of different ages, Radha now returned to the room. With a slight grimace he held the subject and bandaged his wound.

Only a small wound, but Radha was not that loud with blood coming out of her body. She stared at the clock, her husband not home yet.

Tried to contact Gian, but the man did not pick him up. For God's sake at this time Radha was only worried, he could not help but fester from what was raging in his mind.

"Ck, go home what's wrong anyway!! Little Kak Gian is still old," annoyed Radha gave a rough breath.

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Finished with his fingers unfortunately, now Radha passed and chose to monitor the arrival of two real men in his life on the balcony.

Patiently he waited, albeit with growing emotion. His young son was invited to run away until almost dark, all the poisons have been Radha preparation now.

"Bagoooss!! Just home!!" exclaimed Radha when he looked at the scene that he had been waiting for.

Gian entered the gate at medium speed, and Radha approached them with long strides. After making his heart not because finally the man went home too.

The house was quite spacious, its small body could not be that fast to arrive at the terrace. His sharp eyes stared at Gian who was now stepping casually with his son who was also equally relaxed.

"Mama, why wait outside? Is it papa's kangen?"

It could be that he was that relaxed while Radha's chest was like a war drum. His eyes still did not let go of Gian for a second, and now his face was flushed red making Gian swallow his saliva bitter.

"Darling?"

"Where are you from?" radha asked as she crossed her chest, Gian's grinning face made her even more obsessed with throwing sandals on her face.

"Mama is angry," whispered Gian in Kama's ear, and Kama who could not explain well only chattered indistinctly and made Radha's heart melt as quickly as it was.

Radha heaved a sigh of relief, though her anger was still burning at least her husband was now home safely.

"At least permission, brother, I'm worried."

His voice seemed to tremble, and the guilty Gian only stepped closer. Pulling his wife in a hug, and stroking her shoulders slowly.

"Sister isn't going anywhere, just get a fresh breeze on Kama."

The baby who now holds the guava somehow Gian got from where to look at Radha so sincerely with his innocent eyes.

"Where to?"

"Fans Kama who love," said Gian relaxed, because it can be said so, he thought.

"Fans?" Radha frowned, she was a little unsure of Gian's true words.

"Seriously, there's plenty in the car, please take it, honey."

Radha's premonition suddenly became bad, actually what they did to come home brought a lot of souvenirs.

"Allahum!! Why this much?"

Radha is shocked, it turns out that the fruit that Kama holds is not the only one. But there is a big bag and Radha is confused why Gian would accept it.

"It's okay, Mama likes, Ra .. take it in yeah," he said so casually without thinking about how heavy the plastic bag was.

"She's why I've had the same kind of thing lately, Aerospace heavy!!!" he shouted annoyed, if only a small bag maybe Radha will not complain, because the guava is enough for a large family.

"Heeeh!! What did you call it?"

Gian turned around with his leisurely steps, for a long time his wife had not cried out like this. Instead of helping the man just watching his wife.

"The spirit of dong, at least five kilos, honey, not heavy really."

"Your eyes are not heavy, my brother who brought .. I carry Kama."

"Yee he is more than five kilos, Radhania ... You are how, it is only natural that your mathematical value plummeted during UN," Gian said at times insulting Radha's value.

"Shut up!! I'm throwing you?" threatening Radha that can not be denied he is indeed regretful if someone discusses his value.

The man was stunned, why his wife became exactly a child who did not accept the situation.

"Jaudah here is the big brother who brought it," he said approaching Radha, in the end Gian who brought it all.

"Why's jari?"

Only realized when he grabbed the plastic bag from Radha's hand, if Gian saw it was a new wound because he had not realized there was something in here his wife.

"Wound," replied Radha briefly, not wanting too long and many bases, because it was so.

"Because what?"

Gian started to get serious, he already did not care about the guava. Kama who watched his fingers splattered into his own frenzy and Radha could not bear to see it.

"Hahahahah Brother also why in jatohin, will come out this way be."

Radha picked up some of the fallen fruit, and Kama was able to remain silent when the treasure was secured.

"Strue? Why get hurt? You cut what?" Gian did not discuss the subject of guava, he preferred to focus on the wounds on his wife's fingers.

"No, not because of the knife .. but I was careless just wanted to drink," explained Radha with her calm face, panicking Kama when her jamb rolled making Radha seem to forget her wound.

"Breaked glass? You clean yourself?" tanya Gian did not accept the joke first at this time, even though Radha was having trouble breathing because she was laughing again to see Kama's face.

"Zura, replied Big Brother," pinta Gian with a tone of pasrahnya, wanted to be upset with the behavior of the wife but he still could not bear.

"Bi Asih cleanin, I have a little bit doang become bloody," explained Radha in the end, all this time he was very careful because Gian will continue this way if he blisters even a little.

"Come in" he said, asking Radha to come in first, and of course because of Kama's tantrums he was forced to bring along a plastic bag containing that much monkey guava.

"This is not a toy, Kama, why are you this happy," said Gian could not hold his laugh, even though he had grasped one fruit, however, Kama still seems unwilling if the others are just wasted during the day.

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After dinner, Radha thought she would calm down a little. In fact, he still felt his heart uncomfortable. He was not full at all, Gian realized that his wife seemed to be hiding something from him.

"Rho? You why?"

Radha shook her head as she sighed softly, if the broken glass was just a sign of her worry to Gian and Kama, why until now it was still the same taste.

"Tell you why, your eyes can't lie, honey."

Radha looked at her two hearts chattering to each other. Maybe the two are sharing their experiences of today.

"You sad? They're as funny as sad times?"

Gian stroked his wife's face, pulled over her annoying hair and stared fixedly at Radha's eyes who was now clearly thinking of something.

"I don't feel good, brother, but I don't know why."

He said a little quivering, Radha sighed softly many times. Fucked up, but he can't reveal why he is.

"Not good how?" Gian asked seriously, because if his wife kept this he also felt uncomfortable.

"No idea, sister, confused too."

"Istighfar, maybe it's just your feelings, there won't be anything bad, everything's fine, trust your brother." Gian pulls Radha's wrist and sticks it right on Gian's chest, to make sure there's nothing to worry about from the uncomfortable feeling.

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I'm up to 1500 words, hopefully still comfortable for reading.