Wife 108kg Mr. Bara
Chapter 91. One sky two stories.

As per Yonna's request, the two of them are just out of town. The highlands are treated to a stretch of green tea gardens, taste cool in the eyes. Yonna opened the car window, she let the wind through her face.

The sun that began to turn orange signifies soon beautiful twilight will greet.

“Tea garden air is different, fragrant and cool,” said the woman with a bright smile.

“Most women ask their husbands to take them to enjoy the glittering view of the top of the eifel tower at night or enjoy flying in a cappadokia sky balloon. My wife just wants to stay at the inn in the tea garden,” Bara said commenting on his wife's behavior.

Yonna seemed so happy with just something so simple, while her husband was able to give himself more than what he asked for.

Yonna turned her head, the smile not the slightest bit faded from her red lips. The wind swept the children's hair near the ears, making the woman occasionally tidy her hair with her fingers that now began to contain.

“I just want to enjoy the quiet nature with my now chatty husband. After all, if simple can make us happy, why bother yourself with the joy of leaving abroad,” he explained. The two of them chatted casually filling the pedestrian so as not to be boring.

“Do you mind, Mom? Is there a place you want to visit?” Yonna asked, he did not want to be selfish by just visiting a place that he liked. This trip was a vacation trip for both of them, she did not want her husband forced just because to fulfill his desire.

“Designment? Because what? As long as it goes with my beautiful wife, let alone to the deadlock, stay on the cliff edge of the ravine I will join.”

“Basic gumbal.” Yonna's cheeks blushed to hear her husband's seduction so dizzy, but able to shake his heart.

Bara's laughter broke. He is not a man who is good at making sweet words, but over time. What came out of his mouth was like candy gulali.

The car they entered was a neatly arranged lawn. A two-story house of teak wood material. The brown color of the building is fused with harmony in nature. Yonna got down from the car, her eyes circling around, the towering stretch of pine trees being the first sight to spoil the eyes.

“How, what do you like? This is the villa I just bought.”

“Why should I buy, Mas? Can rent it, anyway we come here just stay a few days,” reply Yonna. She looked at her husband who had just got out of the car with an unfit look if her husband was going to buy the place just for their honeymoon. In my heart, Yonna loved the place.

The atmosphere is so fitting to unwind after struggling tired life in a city that is so crowded.

“It just so happens that having this villa requires money, and you happen to want to vacation in this place. Consider it an asset, sometime we can return to vacation in this place. With our children later,” explained Bara. He brought his wife in.

At the door, the two of them had been greeted by a married couple estimated to be 35 years old who smiled kindly at him. With respect.

Yonna greets the couple. He had a casual conversation with Ms. Narmi. The woman was so friendly with her medok language, making anyone comfortable chatting with her.

While Mr. Sigit helped Bara to take out two large suitcases in the trunk.

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The night breeze blew, sweeping the leaves that were rubbing against the sound of rustling to greet the moon as if hiding shyly behind a black blanket. The woman in shabby clothes walked staggered with her stomach growing. The face was deathly pale, his body felt weak because of the amount of nutrition that filled his stomach.

“I have to go where else now? Hungry stomach. I can't walk anymore.”

The woman grimaced in the darkness of the cold night. A sense of regret and a lot of life that has been sufficient all this time fills his mind.

Water that has been spilled on the ground cannot be taken back. So did the life that Gisella lived. That woman was named Gisella.

Gisella who can't pay rent for a room has to be driven away. There was not a dime of money in hand making him forced to sell the items he had only to be able to buy food to fill his empty stomach. But unfortunately only able to survive for a few days.

After that his life was no worse than a king who was stranded on the side of the road without a purpose. Long legs that walk to stand in front of an old house far from the village.

A dim yellow light illuminated the house. So dimly. There is no fear in Gisella's heart if hunger and death are in sight.

The skinny hand knocked on the door of the rough board strongly. The energy he had.

“Who? Wait a minute,” shouted a voice from inside. A woman's voice.

Gisella waited while hugging both of her arms. The night wind was so bone-chilling, his teeth began to tremble.

Cret!

The door opened, showing a woman who looked old. But his position that turned his back to the light made the old woman's face was not clearly visible.

“Who are you? And there needs to be what?” the old woman was confused. He looked at Gisella from the tip of the foot to the end of the head.

Gisella was transfixed, there was a sense of doubt drawn on her face. Could it be that the old woman had what she needed? While the house alone that reot looks almost collapsed.

“Ma-forgive me, Mom. Ta-but .. May I ask for a little food. My stomach is hungry. Leftover food is fine, as long as it can prop up my hungry stomach,” pinta Gisella begs.

His heart was throbbing pain, for the rest of his life this time he was begging others just for a plate of rice.

“Astaqfirullah, Son. Are you pregnant? Where's your husband? Come log in!” The old woman invited Gisella to come in. A board house that is not so big immediately gives it warmth from the cold night wind.

The old mother, who did not know what her name was, invited her to sit on a sofa that was not only worn out. But there are tears on each side. The thin foam no longer gives tenderness to those who occupy it.

“Where are you going and where?” ask the old woman. Gisella was confused as to what to answer, she instantly became a fool.

“Yeah, I forgot. You wait here huh. Don't hesitate, don't be afraid!”

The old woman immediately walked towards the back behind the closet that began to porous. It didn't take long, the woman with the bare hair came out with a small plate containing something white in hand and a glass of water in the other hand.

“This mother is poor, son. There's nothing I can give you but this boiled cassava. Eat, it's still warm! It can satiate your hungry stomach.”

Without much protest, the hungry Gisella instantly accepted what the old woman gave her. So hurriedly swakan there was someone else who would snatch from him. The flowing tears race down along with the pieces of cassava that enter his throat. Miris.