My Handsome Lawyer
Jessi is sulking

“Yulia, I don't want to know this is the last time you don't focus on working hours!” The manager's words of the place where Yulia worked sounded resolute and did not want any rebuttal.

Yulia nodded, “well, sir. I'm sorry.”

The manager passed by leaving Yulia in annoyance. One of Yulia's office friends approached Yulia and asked, “Lo again there is a problem?” Replied with a head by Yulia. “No, kok.” Julia sat down and went back to check on her work. So did Yulia's office friend who returned to her seat.

Yulia does not want her office friends to know she is having romance problems, she feels the prestige to admit her relationship with Yoga is problematic, considering how she always boasted about having a lawyer boyfriend.

Since her relationship with Yoga ended, Yulia has been unable to work with focus. He always made his work messy, in contrast to someone elsewhere.

Radit, he was actually full of spirit and cheerful. Radit even looks like a reborn person, as if it has no burden or problems whatsoever.

In one day Radit won the trial three times. The man certainly gets paid a lot from his clients.

“Alhamdulillah,” Radit got a notification on his phone containing proof of transfer directly from Yoga. Yoga often gives Radit a direct bonus when he wins the trial. In fact, the bonus was Yoga transfer from his personal account instead of a company account.

Radit, can we meet?

Along with the notification of the proof of transfer, there was one incoming message from Yulia. The woman Radit considers to be an ex-lover invites Radit to meet.

Radit ignored a message from Yulia, a few minutes after which a message came back. This time from Radit's mother.

Son, come home in the afternoon! Ibuk same mr. kangen. (Mother )

God willing, come home from work later Radit stopped by, buk.

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At the age of three months of marriage, the relationship between Yoga and Jessica is getting sticky. As of now Jessi clings to Yoga all day while Yoga is off. Both are mager-mageran in the apartment. While snacking on snacks, in the form of Garuda nuts and kwaci. The initially neat family room looks messy with snack packs everywhere. Also, sofa cushions are strewn across the carpet.

“Jess.”

“Hm.”

“You have your period yet?” Tanya Yoga while stroking Jessi's slightly distended stomach full of food. Since marriage Jessi has rarely exercised. She is busy taking care of her boutique business and also taking care of Yoga. Not to mention Jessi took cooking classes to spoil her husband's tongue. Jessi does not want Yoga too often to eat out.

Jessi thinks, has menstruation yet huh? It's the end of the month. “Udah cocoon, mas.” Jessi replied remembering her period while Yoga was out of town. “Pas mas Yoga to Kalimantan, last week.” Say Jessi later.

Yoga mangosteen, “when is it?” Still caressing Jessi's stomach.

“Now is done, mas.”

“Serious?” Yoga rose up to look excited to hear Jessi's words. Jessi nodded her head, “serius, earlier ‘kan Jessi already filled with kwaci, lotek mbok jum, same mcd. Cook Yoga mas forgot?” Answer Jessica.

Well, suffocate already Yoga. He put his head back on the carpet with a sofa cushion. He closed his eyes as if he wanted to sleep. But that is not what Yoga means. But, fill in the others. For example, the contents if in the USG there are spots.

“Why, mas?” Jessi realized the change in Yoga self that seemed not as excited as when the man rose from his sleep.

“No papa, Jess.” Answer Yoga.

‘No, papa, Yog. There is still plenty of time, the important thing lo gas hold.’ Batin Yoga.

“What do you want to eat again?Not afraid of fat?”

Silent.. Jessi did not answer Yoga questions. To make Yoga wonder. The man opened his eyes and looked at Jessi.

“Ka-you cry?” Yoga gasped to see Jessi crying without a sound. Tears rolled profusely on Jessi's cheeks. Sigap Yoga also got up and sat in front of the jassi who was also sitting cross-legged. Jessi tears with her fingers.

“Mas Evil yoga, huaaaaa.” Broken already Jessi's crying. He banged Yoga's chest with his little strength.

Wicked? What does Yoga do? He's done nothing but snack and shit all day.

“Mas Evil Yoga.. hua hua hua.” Jessi's crying is getting louder. His wiggly fingers were still clenching and beating the chest of the Yoga field. However, Yoga does not feel pain when hit by Jessi. She just felt amused, as if Jessi was tickling her. “I'm evil why, baby? Wicked why, Hm?” Hold Jessi's hands together and ask gently.

With a bit of Jessi said, “mas said Jessi fat, mas not dear anymore if Jessi fat, hiks hiks.” Funny her Inner Yoga. Yoga when anyone says Jessi is fat, she just asks if Jessi is not afraid of fat. But his little wife turned out to be a paperan.

“You're fat even though you're still a darling, kok.”

And, instead of being calm Jessi was even more hysterical crying, “tu ‘kan?Jessi is fat, so Jessi is not beautiful anymore. Let mas can find other women ‘kan?”

Huh, loh. Yoga with his wife's words? Since when can his famously intelligent wife be as narrow-minded as she is today.

Yoga bobbing heads answer what is accused by the wife, “ngak so dear.”

“What's that not? Clearly mas Yoga has a mind to cheat!” Irritated shouting. Jessi standing and ruffled waist, “Jessi sprains, Jessi hates yoga mas! Bye!!” Run towards the old and close the door of the room hard.

While Yoga, he was still dumbstruck in place while scratching the nape of his non-itchy neck. “Gue wrong where to try?”

Yoga caught up with Jessi and knocked on their room door slowly followed by a friendly call, “sayanggg. Open the door dong, mas want to enter.” Persuade Yoga to the wife who is sulking.

“Go there. Jessi doesn't want to say the same!” Jessi's voice shouted from behind the door.

“You told me to go, baby?”

“Biarinnn.”

Behind the door Yoga smiled to himself with his wife's sulking behavior.

“Darling, my dear, my love, My honey.” Various calls Yoga affectionate to say for the sake of melt his wife's heart.

“Ngak.”

Ckckck, “no ripe nyahut anyway?Open the door baby dong, I want to see your face. Mas kangen with you.” The dreadlocks, the lawyer. Starting smoothly yes bund gombalan the once innocent lawyer sir.

“Bodo.”

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