
With a sour face and clenched hands, Luna stared at the closed door of the house. He was so upset that Aunt Mely just threw him out. Remembering that woman loved him.
Luna turned her back on the body and went back to her house.
Bugh...
"If the road has eyes." Hardik Luna when a man's body hit her. Made him fall on the porch.
Luna looked up to see who the man who dared to hit her was.
"That way wear the feet." The man replied in a flat tone, just like his flat face.
"You." Luna stood up and pointed at the man.
"Why is your nature so haughty?" The man's lips.
"It's none of your business." Luna answered and returned to her feet.
"Use your brain."
"What did you say?" Hearing that Luna immediately turned around and looked at the man's back.
"You're smart. You should have seen that married man love his wife very much. Why are you still a fool? when will your brain be useful?"
Luna grew more emotional hearing the words in a condescending tone from the man. His eyes stared unhappily at the owner of the back that was getting away.
"Grandmother..." Peek Luna while throwing her slippers. The spoon hit the man's back.
"Luna..." Wan raised her voice and turned around. The woman ran without sandals into the house.
'Patience..'
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"Mother... Mother..." Luna came out of the room after cleaning herself.
"What's wrong? why yell?" Luna's voice made her head dizzy.
"I want to marry Bian." Said immediately.
"Son, he's your brother's husband. You-"
"No Bun, he still cares about me. He just met the woman, he was with me for so long. I know he doesn't realize he likes me."
Mother stared at the princess' horror. You can think from where, until Luna can assume like that.
"You forget him." Please Mother.
Luna shook her head quickly. He's not gonna let Bian go. Moreover last night Bian was being gentle with her.
"Listen Mother. Bian married your brother because he loved him so much."
The feeling of Luna is not happy to hear Mother's speech.
"As a brother he had to give in to his sister, Bun. That woman can't be selfish. Does that woman want to see me die defending Bian?" There was Luna's answer.
"Luna..." Mother massaged her temple, she did not understand the way her son's mind this one.
"You're the one who has to give up"
"It was your brother. Call him brother, don't call him that again." Mother's tone began to be unhappy, Luna was always at will.
"You make me a second wife. I don't mind." Luna had already planned a thousand and one ways for Bian to be with her.
"For a long time if you talk does not use the brain." After saying that, Mother got up and was about to go to the kitchen.
"Miss.." Mother saw Una standing holding a bowl.
"It's from Mama, Bun." He answered with his eyes softly looking at Luna.
"You just woke up at this hour? what kind of wife are you?"
"Luna." Mommy Say.
"Since you're here, I'll tell you directly. Divorce from Bian. Let me marry him. You don't fit in with him." Luna looked at Una from top to bottom with a disgusted face.
Una sighed softly. "I won't divorce Bian nor will Bian. You want to know him first. That's your problem. Why can't you get his attention?"
Luna's face turned red hearing Una's words. As if he lost.
"You..." Luna came forward and pointed at Una's face, she almost hit her nose. Una didn't blink at all and that upset him.
"Leave Bian."
"I should have said that."
"You have to give in to your sister."
"Did you ever think of me as a sister?"
"I hate you.."
"Do you think I like you just because you're both Mother's children?"
Luna was really angry at hearing all of Una's answers. He did not think that the woman was good at tongue-licking.
"Listen, Bian Arkana is my husband and do you know there are many seeds in my stomach?" Luna pointed at her queen stomach. Actually he was embarrassed to say that, but he did not want to share the man he loved. Even if it's with his sister. So he had to defend the man.
"You-" As usual, Luna raised her hand. But Una was arrested.
"You better forget my husband. Aren't you ashamed if this kid finds out later that you're trying to separate his parents. But..."
Una brushed off Luna's hand. "But always fail." Typal Una with a smile mocked him.
"Come Bun. I'm hungry, I want to eat Mother's cooking."
The middle-aged woman looked shocked. From then on he only thought about the words of Una about children.
'My grandson is in the process.'
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