My ex-Ipar Candidate
Chapter 295 Fear (Home)
Hope you're worried, Asih is waiting at the back door. Afraid that later Gian rampaged and threw a basket of clothes that were there.
"Bi, why are you here? He also has not come home," said Jelita calmed Asih, because in fact the middle-aged woman did look very nervous.
"From my Kayak Layla mending get ready, ma'am, den Gian is more creepy than my employer."
Still vividly remembered in Asih's mind when Gian drove Layla away in the most insane way. Consider her a lowly girl for deliberately pushing Kama in the back garden to make her son's nose to nosebleed.
Flashback one month ago.
"Basic settaaan!! What do you really want!!!"
Gian's screams echoed in the living room, Kama's cries still not stopping and Radha was still trying to do anything to get the blood to stop. Layla's guess is wrong, she's too hasty and doesn't think it's late.
"I didn't mean it, Brother."
"Never call me that!! You have no right!!" yang Gian did not accept.
His body trembled and his lips were now deathly pale, a little regretful of course. He didn't think what he was doing was causing this crazy thing, he thought Kama wouldn't hit that hard.
"Gi," stopped Jelita when Gian was about to throw a punch right at the girl's head.
"This time you don't have to interfere!! All this is because Mama is still making room for her to live in our family!!" jendak Gian does not care even though the predicate durhaka may be slung.
His anger this time overstepped, if Layla was still given permission to live freely after making his wife wretched, now Gian will not stay silent.
"Don't hit her, Gi," Jelita said, not because she still loves Layla, but she was afraid that Gian would get her to the hospital.
"Currently, is Mama still defending him? Humans do not know themselves like this unyielding heart, Ma ... who there visit!!" gian's snapping that made Layla shed tears.
"It's not so, Gi."
"Enough to lose her, Ma. Mending keep Kalila there," he rubbed a rough face, and as a mother who obedient Jelita followed what her son said.
Gian was silent for a moment, watching Layla's performance from top to bottom. He was so confused what the status of this child in his house, the clothes he wore were equivalent to even more expensive than his wife's.
He did not care the truth, because Jelita treated the child well and he only did light things.
"You're all fast!!!!" urgently Gian can not stand the existence of Layla in his house, he deliberately asked Asih with Aryo and Budi to pack Layla's goods to make it faster.
Hidupk!!
"Oh, sorry, Den."
Budi who was too hasty could not control himself when pushing the big suitcase until he fell in front of Gian.
"The eyes are patched if I don't want to take off one by one" said Gian so lightly with his flat face and mysterious gaze.
Layla bit her lower lip, Gian was completely joking. The massive expulsion and apparently a few minutes away is the last time Layla set foot in this Vijaya family palace.
"Hey, can you see here?" asked Gian in a hostile voice at all.
"L-yes, sir," Layla replied nervously, little by little she understood that Gian would now be taking a no-nonsense action.
"I think you're old enough to understand the situation, please leave this very second while I'm still good," Gian said staring at Layla's reddened eyes, I can tell if this kid is really sad.
"No one dares to help her," prevented Gian when Budi wanted to help Layla carry a suitcase larger than that.
"But, Den." Budi can't really.
"Yes, pack your things, too."
Very lightly, Gian passed after saying that. While the three men were sculpting, confused about what to do because they were afraid of Gian's threat.
"Mama want to help? Go there, you guys," he drove out without sin as he passed by Jelita who was staring pity at Layla.
"How did you kick Mama out?"
Gian did not answer, he now turned to Kama who is still not too calm. Gian's guilt is enormous, at this time he just wants to blame everyone in this house, including Radha who has since apologized for being careless about her son.
"Papa's champ is still sick?" asked Gian while stroking slowly Kama's face with his fingers.
"He-it." Kama nodded while wiping away her tears, Gian's embrace did make her calmer, although Radha had made her quite good since then.
"I'm sorry, Brother," said Radha umth time even though Gian had not discussed it since.
"Papa angry?" kalila asked with her plain bead, her daughter should not have seen this incident, but all had already happened because Radha did not have time to invite Kalila into the room first and Gian had gone home.
"No, honey, Papa's not angry." Radha's smile tried to show that there was no problem and Gian was not angry.
"Why is this, Mama?" tanya Kalila practices the mimic of Gian's face which makes Radha rebut terbahak and forget that her husband was angry.
"There is a chance, how can I iruin Papa so," said Radha could not help but be anxious when her daughter imitated Gian's sharp eyebrows.
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"Why can? You didn't check on Brother's clothes first, Ra?"
After explaining at length, Radha thought her husband had relaxed and would not be angry. But it seems Radha's guess is wrong.
"I'm sorry, Brother .. intentionally, after all Brother is usually simple HP on the nightstand or ga on the table, but also in the shirt pocket."
Gian sighed softly, actually this is news that can still be said to be good because the phone did not fall into the hands of others. But still, Gian was sad because his HP was this bad.
"The Asih...." The man closed his eyes while clenching his hands.
"Dam!! Don't macem, it's both of us's fault. Never blame bi Asih, let alone want to fire him," said Radha a little scared and stubborn actually.
"We? It is the wrong thing!! Remember, the employer is never wrong."
"Ih should be grateful, the HP is washed the same bi Asih," said Radha trying to control the situation to be a little funny.
"Ck, no funny, Radhania!" Without sin, Gian shakes his wife's head so that Radha is speechless.
"I'm not joking, sister, but please don't fire bi Asih yes, later we find it difficult to find instead," Pinta Radha with a face that was deliberately made adorable and hugged her husband this afternoon.
"For the sake of the Asih I am like this," inner Radha sighed softly when Gian still remained silent even with this kind of deadly seduction.
"Why are you like this? Don't ever tease me, don't be interested!! There!!"
Brugh
"Jir, I'm being pushed anyway, brother!!" hiss Radha because Gian pushed her to the point of falling into bed.
"Hey!! His mouth, what did you say?"
Radha forgot, if her husband was anti with spontaneous sentences that he actually accidentally expressed like this.
"No, Brother."
"Repeat," urged Gian who has now locked his body.
"Nothing!! Sana, already know how heavy maen overwritten this," complained Radha while holding her husband's chest without sin squeezed his body.
"So tempting, servedin even do not want," he said while pulling the corner of the lips.
"Cinting!! That's not what it means."
"Keep what does that mean?" Intentionally made his wife's body tormented.
"My bone fractures, brother, don't do this please."
"Is it broken? This ordinary feeling is not broken," he said completely without sin.
"Sana, I want to help Mama ready to break her fast!!"
"We're both not in the room, here I help you not it." His fingers had already begun to reach for Radha's pajama buttons.
"It's not open like this gosh, tomorrow-tomorrow it looks like Brother who has to enter the washing machine." Mnyesal he seduced Gian to get sorry and make sure Asih was not fired, if you know the end is like this, Radha will never do it.
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