Don't Blame the Destiny

Chapter 58 (Love Andri)

“What's wrong? Lately you often do not listen to my words, so I think your ears are full of dirt,” said Andri.

“Mas, if by the way strain a little dong, we in this house do not live together.” explained Beeve who is embarrassed, especially if it's true that her husband gets a lot of dirt from his ears.

“Have you been quiet, let me take care of you, anyway if your own should be treated well.” Andri who re-inserted the match into his wife's ear.

“You are so good, in every day things have to work hard, but you still allow yourself to take care of me,” Inner Beeve.

The Art who passed by saw their activities that made Beeve more embarrassed, especially he was afraid to be a byword among his Art.

“Hopefully, I'm not on the stamp as a slovenly mistress,” Inner Beeve.

The newly arrived Emir also watched them closely at the entrance to the swimming pool.

“Turnal turns out to be a real darling yes,” murmured Emir.

He stepped on his feet, heading for Andri and Beeve.

“Can many not?” emir's voice surprised Beeve, he who wanted to rise again was held by both hands Andri.

“Lumayan,” says Andri.

Then the Emir of the pub sat in the lounge chair next to them.

“Wah! already know your husband works hard in the office, even at home you still tell him to work?” The Emir mocked his brother-in-law.

“Kan.. kan..., I was targeted to the Emir's judge again,” Inner Beeve.

“That, i....,” Haven't had time to answer Beeve, Andri has already helped her talk.

“Biasalah, her name is also the hostess, so it must be served well,” said Andri.

“Come on, turn around, your left ear is done, now the right one,” pinta Andri.

“Already mas, the right clean really,” said Beeve.

“Cause, quickly.” at the insistence of her husband, finally Beeve changed his sleeping position to be tilted to the right, which automatically face the Emir.

“This is the name of the flag of the country is in the kitchen,” said the Emir quipped Beeve.

Beeve who felt bad for Emir just closed his eyes.

“Surely he thought that I had mastered and reined in Andri's mas,” Inner Beeve.

“If for Beeve anyway, no problem I was hired romusa Mir.” reply Andri who made the Emir's face turned flat.

When finished, Andri also intends to look for Beeve fleas.

“Mas don't!” Beeve pleaded with her husband, for if the Emir had known he had lice, it would have been a new mockery for the Emir.

“Darling, I have to check your head, I'm afraid I still have, if I have lice too how?”

“Ease me,” Inner Beeve.

“Gosh Bee, already ugly, slovenly again, already Ndri, just cut his hair,” said Emir. Andri laughed at the spicy words of the Emir.

While Beeve can only resign, when Andri was still busy cleaning Beeve's head, suddenly his phone rang.

“Beautiful moment.” said Andri, he also took his cellphone on the table next to their lounge chair.

When he checked the incoming call, it turned out to be an important phone from his client.

“Sorry baby, I entered for a while yes, you wait here, do not move for a moment, because I only briefly to the workspace,” explained Andri.

“Can I find the nail also Ndri?” ask Emir.

“Seek only, 1 tick 100,000,” said Andri.

“No need to pay, because I want to make him content, I again have endorse shampoo nih nih,” said Emir

“Sinting you make my wife model, already I want to go up first, just be careful if you do that!” peekik Andri's.

After Andri left the swimming pool, Beeve decided to sit down, as he felt impolite lying next to his brother-in-law.

“Andri is indeed something yes, could-bus him scraping your ears?” emir

“Already, don't think about what I said just now, the most important thing is that he has told you not to move a single moment,” explained Emir.

“But I want to go inside,” when Beeve wants to stand up, Emir restrains his shoulders.

“Come lay down again, let us try this product.” The Emir took out the shampoo from the bag he was carrying.

“I'm not willing to be your model,” Beeve rejected Emir's plan.

“Where might I make a model of flea shampoo, just-nothing.” The Emir was seated next to Beeve.

“Come, you sit on the floor,” Emir said.

“But mas...., my head is clean,” said Beeve.

“Don't bebal, fast down.” Emir patted Beeve's back.

“Okay, what the hell is he, in that he knows that I am his sister-in-law,” Inner Beeve.

With a heavy heart Beeve sat on the pool floor, instead of Beeve in the shampoo pour, the Emir just gently brushed his hair.

“Mas, don't we want shampooing?” ask Beeve.

“Who said?” the Emir asked back, and when Beeve grabbed the shampoo next to the Emir, Beeve found out that it was just a regular shampoo.

“Sialan.” Inner Beeve, he could not move because the Emir did not allow it.

The gentle touch that the Emir gave on his head made Beeve sleepy, his eyes getting heavier, the Emir who knew that Beeve was sleepy put the head of Beeve on his knee.

“Zzzzzz....,” Beeve who slept even a small snore that makes the Emir smile.

He also stroked the hair that covered the pretty face of the girl.

“From your beauty did not decrease,” murmured Emir.

Then slowly he lifted Beeve's body into a reclining chair, so that his sleep was more comfortable.

Emir who turned out to put his heart on Beeve since Junior High was not able to stem his feelings anymore, he who saw no opportunity, intended to kiss Beeve.

But as she was about to kiss Beeve's lips, her little heart told her to stop.

“Jeez, what do I want to do? She is now my sister-in-law.” Emir who gamang if he will continue his intention decided to move from there.

But before that, he touched Beeve's sweet lips with his index finger.

“Soft, just like your heart.” after that Emir rose from his seat, towards Andri's den.

While still in the Emir elevator accidentally met with Andri.

“Loh, done?” ask Andri.

“Already, now he is asleep,” replied the Emir.

“Do you want to go to room?”

“Iya, I want to rest.” said the Emir while closing the elevator door.

Ting! Arriving on the second floor, the Emir went into his room, he who felt chaotic lay his body on the bed.

“Bee, until now I still can not accept if you are my brother-in-law,” murmured Emir.

Then he took the phone in his pocket, then he opened his Instagr*m application, and looked for an account Beeve did not follow but he monitored from time to time.

“I am a loser, if I were a little brave, maybe right now next to you is I am not the old man.” The Emir continued to complain to himself and the situation.

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