DADDY'S! (Among 2 Wives Revenge)

Chapter 25# Giving a Lesson

Dew sleep is disturbed by... I don't know? In essence, that part of his body seemed to have grabbed. It feels heavy to just squirm the muscles of his leg muscles, very difficult.

With the rest of the consciousness that had not yet gathered all from the sleeping island, those eyes blinked a few times. Then look to the side.

Shiet...! It's so good that this storm, the twins are in the hands of the man's naughty.

Goddamnit! His grunts held back the upset. He did not want to disturb the twins. So, he also tried to escape from the Storm's tight embrace without making a sound. In fact, Dewun really wants to strangle the man directly. To have his business done, but it seemed easy for the Storm. Dewun wanted the Storm to beg him to be killed immediately because he had given up the suffering he gave to the man. Ah, I can't wait for that time. And today is the start.

"I've found reality twice in his arms" he doesn't like it.

Dew rebukes himself, his style alone wants revenge. But what revenge is this? The existence, the body is the one who lost due to digrepe-**** continues without being able to do much if there is the presence of the twins. Dew thought his weak side was on his two children.

"Can't keep this up. Revenge must be avenged," her mind again.

Successfully escaped from the embrace of the Storm, Dew rushed out of the room, towards his own room to clean himself.

It did not take long, Dew has gone out of the room with his fashionable style. Smelling and certainly pleasing to the eye by normal men.

Tok tok...

Before the move, Dew first knocked on Eliza's room door loudly and blindly.

Chequek...

"What the hell?" Eliza asked ketus. His eyes were still sleepy but the honey was already intent on finding things in the morning which was still said to be dawn. "Don't bother! I'm still sleepy __ Dew!" Eliza's drowsiness evaporated because the Dew forcefully put her hand to hold the broom. He was angry at his young.

"It's a broom, mop and other attributes. You clean the house. I'm cooking breakfast!" Dew has indeed brought the cleaning tool. Bodo very with a sour look of the woman.

"I don't want to! I'm not babu here!" reject Eliza firmly. To close the door.

But not the name Dew if it can not force. Immediately, the Dew held the door by pushing a bucket that was filled with water. As a result, Eliza's feet were wet. Makes the woman snort. Like wanting to plunge the dew.

"This is not a question of whether or not! But this is a must. And if you want to protest, then protest there is the same storm. Who told us to be stingy with us. His style alone has a luxury home, but does not want to rent a piece of ART." The dew deliberately said that. Let Eliza protest loudly at the Storm. He wanted to stretch the relationship between Eliza and the Dew Storm thinking that Eliza really loved the Storm.

The two women, no one knew they had the same motive. That is, the grudge of death from the victims of the Storm in the past.

"It sucks!" Eliza grunted annoyedly. He had to make it that morning alone. His appearance that has not been bathed, increasingly shows itself like the ash that mopped the floor of the former water that splattered the Dew kick.

Dew, immediately do his little plan for the Storm and Eliza accepts it for today. He turned quickly towards the kitchen. Make breakfast as he says to Eliza.

A few minutes late, the Dew has finished cooking. One medium-sized bowl already contained porridge. The food was for the twins who were unlikely to have breakfast together because the infusion still needed to be attached.

Three servings of fried rice have been arranged nicely on the dining table. The other two dishes he had given a little magic liquid to Eliza and Storm received.

"I'm sure Eliza must have poisoned my son with the motive of wanting revenge, for not receiving beaten at that time." Although the assumption is so, Dewun is also a little hesitant to retaliate more cruelly because he has no hard evidence. Wait for the time, until there is evidence in his hands.

"Hum...!"

Dew immediately turned to the origin of Deheman's voice. There's a storm that's been tidy.

Braakk...

Braakk...

" Oh my goodness, Eliza. Why are you falling apart like this? Tangled hair... And uumm... You also smell a little bit of ach."

Dew stumbled a smile at the words lightly Storm who had no feeling playing commenting on the appearance of Eliza's ash.

Huh... Eliza was obviously angry at the scene. But the thirst and hunger of the morning undoes his intention of avenging the Storm's ultimatum.

The woman immediately sat down on the chair and pulled out a glass of juice. And it ends up going into the stomach without suspecting anything to the Dew.

Storms and dumps also sat. Compact to watch Eliza's behavior. Though it was just cleaning the house, not told to embrace the rice field.

"Grow it forcing me to, baby. You're mad at him." Eliza pitted in between her mouth full of delicious Dew cuisine.

"What do you see? Want to piss me off, eum?"

Eh sianying, the lioness in front of him was indeed fierce. Not to mention, the first storm in ketusin. His pride as a husband means nothing. Fortunately there was no one else but the three of them in the house. So his safe secret that sometimes runs out in galakin continues to be the same as his first wife.

"Don't you yourself say that we have to do the job? And Eliza nyapu's job is to mop up, I'm cooking your breakfast. Fair right?"

The storm nodded correcting the Dew speech. Not without reason, he did not hire a maid. Actually, the Storm wants to kill his two wives. Who is better suited to be a dream wife.

"Have Eliza, don't protest this and that. Dew's right this time. We better eat something quiet. And you dew, just have breakfast first. The twins are still resting. Don't bother them."

Dew does not lift the tray filled with porridge and two glasses of water for the twins.

He according to sweet because it really wants to see soon the results of the concoction.

They had breakfast together without any conversation. When viewed at a distance, then the person will assume they are a happy family. But behind it is the reality.

Prooots... Eliza threw away the stinky wind arriving, and it was because her stomach was wrapped around. Mules is felt.

"Eliza, take care of your etittude." rebuke the Storm.

Straight, Prooot... It is the same. His stomach ached and wrapped around - twisted.

Dews that are aware of stomach washes have reacted quickly, without fear of admitting their behavior. He did not want to be masked in front of the two people who were still grimacing ringis while compactly holding his stomach. He was not like Eliza who chose to attack in hiding.

"How's Eliza? Is your food good in kotori?" The snide smiling dew.

"So this is you?" Angry Eliza.

"Yes! You poisoned my son!"

"Don't accuse __" Proot... Yeah hail, somebody's out down there!" Eliza who was about to dodge, paused. And continue to build. Sari sari of his atomic bomb got out contaminating the inner fabric. He rushed to find the bathroom with the way the road slightly open, disgusted.

"After this, we'll talk seriously." The Storm's face flushed, between anger and also holding something back. He immediately stood up from the chair. Prooots... Well, why follow like Eliza. Sari sari fucking!

"Good light! Feel my little vengeance. Full day and night, you'll feel the pleasure of a moncrot." The dew grinned satisfied. Mentapak trivial back of the storm that has hit, did not reply to his argument.

"It's time to look for evidence!" he said flatly while removing a small medical bottle from his pocket. There was a spurt of Light blood that he had taken his sample. Want to go to the lab to find out the accurate type of dangerous poison. He got instructions from Rainbow to do that.

"If you are proved, Eliza. Then I'll make sure your life ends in death by my hand."