My wife Bad Girl
Thirty Three

"Geez!" micah choked in shock, so the girl turned around.

"You, make me hang you know not!" annoyed Micah, who felt his heart was racing.

"Here you!" call Rome and pull Micah's arm back into the room.

Micah was in fact thrashing but his check of Rome was certainly stronger.

"Please, I'm going to the circuit!" the cry of Micah, which made Rome again smother her mouth. Even Rome moved her legs to close the door that had not been closed perfectly.

"You want to make a stir. Or intentionally let Umma the same Aby know our marriage is not normal?" press Roma.

"Well, that's not it," Micah replied with a manyun.

"Or have you changed your mind and want us for real married couples?" rome with eyes that intimidated this girl before him.

"I–that's not it either" said Micah again who now began to shrink often times Rome gave him a sharp gaze.

"If you still want to stick with all that pretense, then good acting. Take the duty of the wife well so that both our parents are not suspicious" Roma pressed again, whose words were only answered with a nod by Micah.

"Yes, but I'm-"

"Snooze the race. You don't need that money, do you. All your needs I have fulfilled. I have paid your debt too. Then on what basis are you so forced to get the money?" rome is serious this time.

"It's not just money I think but-"

"What! Imaging, good name, or pamor?" a very precise Roman pedicab hits the root of the real problem.

"You don't understand!" micah snapped while pulling out Rome's hand.

Rome closed her eyes as she took a deep breath.

This man does not want his parents to be disappointed because the marriage is not going well.

But seeing the stubbornness of Micah, Rome finally decided to resign.

"Go away. If you can make my parents and your father disappointed. Please go and be a bad boy after that. Make a big sin, not half. Let you harvest his sins as well!" roman sarcasm.

This man no longer knew how to stop the desire of Micah, the girl who had been his rightful wife. However, it was very difficult for Rome to educate him.

"Aby!" call Annisa while pulling her husband's head back into the room.

"What the hell, baby. Aby was again interested in tauk," protested Choki, who was actually making his conjecture.

"That, can't look. The sins!" Annisa continues to pull her husband up to their bed.

"Why the hell, baby. Aby just wants to know what's going on? Whether as Aby alleged or not," we are a man who is increasingly charismatic in his old age.

Even Choki's face still looked the same as twenty years ago. There were no wrinkles at all on his yellow skin.

Annisa is the same, as aging does not touch both. They both just look more mature.

"By, every household has its problems. Not denied in a marriage that although only for a lifetime of corn. As parents, this is where our role and maturity are tested. Whatever it is we have absolutely no right to interfere except, our own children who ask for advice and help. Even in the religion of Islam itself has established the law Aby. So, we should pretend not to know," said Annisa at length.

"You are really, baby. I got carried away with my emotions and gregetan felt. How can they pretend to be behind us. Is it really a trap?" timpal Choki's.

"When did Aby suspect them?" ask Annisa to make sure.

"Lha, you know too. Since when?" Choki asked back.

"I'm a mother, of course the feeling is more sensitive. The slightest thing cannot be hidden from a woman, let alone a mother. And, Annisa was very salute as it turned out that Aby was also aware of it," Annisa said with her soothing smile.

"Then what are we going to do to improve their relationship, dear?" ask Choki seriously.

"How do we ask them to change their stay?"

"I agree," Choki replied with a mischievous smile.

Back to the Rome room where the couple was sneezing.

"Hatchiii ...!"

"Hatchiww.mr ...!"

"Why do we suddenly sneeze like this?"

...Seriate....