Revenge of the Beautiful "The Return of a Bad Wife"
Cravings

Days change, well that's the nature of this. Even so the destruction of the earth he is still able to spin on its pure axis.

Tonight Gerald stood a manyun in front of the dining table. The behavior of his pregnant wife began to vary. Afternoon ask for hodgepodge, cilok, cireng, martabak, seblak, otak-otak, but none of it he ate.

Now, Shara instead asked for fried rice, Jogja gudeg and tripe wingko, Gerald made to stroke the chest. Not unwilling to obey, this is too late even into the early hours.

"Where are there selling gudeg nights like this dear? Many people crave but not macem deh, Sachi just do not crave youh Yank." Gerald looked at the pouting Shara looking at him.

"Kok That's that? Shara Bandingin with Sachi! She has been pregnant twice Bang, maybe her cravings have been in the first pregnancy. You can search in the delivery order app. It's also you who's making Shara crave."

"We're yank, you like it too." Sela Gerald's. They enjoy each other and then it's this turn Gerald said. Shara is amazing.

"Ya Shara is already pregnant, so break even dong if Abang is following Shara's will." The drill.

"Yes, but this evening no one is open, maybe tomorrow there will be a Yank."

"Yes now Abang make dong, really no effort anyway, usually ngerayu pas bikinnya doang, in the defense of Shara nahan mules same nausea if morning, who became the husband even that."

"Geez, that's not it, but you can't make it darling."

"Yes, if you can't let Shara make her own, rather than her Baby drooling."

Gerald took a long breath. If this is how it is again? He should accept more and lack of a beloved wife.

"Yes, you just make it, then why why, Brother is also a mess, so it's better if you stay there, but Brother for him in teaching Mbak yah?"

Shara. "Well that's dong, it's more handsome to be." He pinched Gerald's thin sideburn cheek.

Gerald replied in a grin. "Yes. But after this well, it's been a month ago we didn't dip Gerald junior."

"And afraid of Bang, still prone to the content of Shara."

"Slow down, you can slow down, which is important Gerald junior mengdeh, so may well?" Whine Gerald persuaded.

"Yes depends on what is delicious not gudeg, if it's good plus make it use a rocking saw, drill, scatter kayang equally in added salto, may ask for rations tonight."

"Oh my God, how to make a gudeg while rocking the Yank building tool?"

"Try me first, protest."

"Why did the cravings get so weird anyway? The feeling is not strange." Gerrick Gerald slowly.

"Not strange what the fuck, do not realize what, Shara to catch a cold in ajakin play in the pool, in the bathroom, all the spots of the ship are explored. Still saying no weird, wonder." Shara replies to her husband.

In the corner where Garry just shook his head lightly. His two children never had an opinion even though they were married.

On the other hand, Garry was grateful that they loved each other. Shara is able to change Gerald's life for the better and more useful.

Moreover, Shara is still fine despite the results of surgery on her face. So far, Gerald has never protested with what Shara has.

His chatter, his efficiency, his chatter, everything Gerald received, Gerald was also willing to leave the dugem place to live happily with Shara. Jealous and possessive, Gerald is still at best.

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After Jho was busy with the affairs of his heart, now is the time to carry out his duties again. The wedding is still two weeks away, before Jho must successfully solve the final riddle of Risha and Shara.

This time Jho stepped gontai towards a luxurious residence. And Margens' modern classic house, the king of mafia that Jho satroni. Jho had to take her to visit Bali again.

Tong!

The bell of the house Jho sounded, this handsome man stood firmly staring at the tall white door.

Chequek!

Soon the door opened, apparently the owner of the house opened it himself.

"Bang Jho." Margens' face was lethargic not glowing, it seemed to be not feeling well.

"Why you?" Jho stepped in then sat across the legs on the living room chair.

Margens snorted, his shoulders down as he sat down on the other sofa. "Obviously, this afternoon Hanum rejected my proposal again. I think I should be poor first if I want to be with him." Sluggishly.

Jho cringing. "meaning?"

"He said he might accept my proposal, but he gave me the condition, he wanted me to make it in a halal way, but how can I try? Bang Jho knows for himself right, what is my job?" Bright Margens.

"Yes if indeed the intention to marry her lives in a dark world like you want Hanum, but if only for a moment's napsuuu, mending think again. Married not to be toyed with, what else is Hanum is still a girl, she is a good girl. While you?"

Margens snorted in a corner. "I'm also self-conscious, but don't make me feel more insecure dong Bang Jho!" Said.

"From the dizziness. Now come with me. I need your help." Jho.

"What else?"

"In the group chat is already discussed Margens, I want to go to Bali, want to investigate who Risha's parents are." Jho was obviously upset.

"When I opened the GC, my thoughts were Hanum, Hanum, Hanum. I think I've been tingled by the shadow of Hanum's beautiful face, my God, she's so charming, her lips, her eyebrows, her eyes, her kindness, everything, Hanum's definition of the perfect woman. Maybe I can go crazy often rejected by him, if I'm Bang Jho." Rutuk Margens like a half-sane man.

"Udah so now entertain yourself by following me. Later on, I'll help you propose to Hanum." Said Jho who managed to make Margens grin.

"What is Bang Jho?" So enthusiastic Margens got up from sitting and shook Jho's chest like a girl. "Isn't it Bang Jho, huh? Not PHP, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Margens jumped in excitement. "Beres, if that's how I take a bath together change clothes first." He ran up the stairs.

"Don't you go long!" Jho's sweat shouted.

"No promise, I haven't had soap for a long time!" Margens deliberately mocked the acute bachelor who had been around the engagement ring.

"Damn it!" Jho Umpat. "The mobster is not self-conscious." His grunt.

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