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Jayyan threw a glass in his hand, if only his wife did not look down would have hit the woman.
"How dare you go to Riska, are you tired of living, and want to live poor!" jayyan's anger at his wife.
Tasya who got the anger of her husband, could only cry. But he did not shut up, he also tried to defend himself because he felt innocent.
"I'm not wrong Mas.., he memamg must be in the lesson because he has dared to tease you!" reply Tasya defend himself. Because he just wants to keep what is already his.
"Are you bilamg. He teased me, so what's the matter is I was tempted by him too, because he's so much prettier than you," Jayyan continued smiling, as if mocking his wife,
"But I've tried to look beautiful, I've obeyed all your wishes Mas, but at this time my weight is increasing but I will try to menutmrunnya, for you" Tasya replied. She wept at the insults of her husband, but she tried to please him.
"But you still look ugly in my eyes, because I'm tired of you," Jayyan again insulted his wife.
"huaa huaa huaa!
"Mam mamaa," the boy cried as he blabbed. Hearing the voice that was mutually authentic, made the 1-year-old child wake up, and cry as loud as he could.
"Sheam!" Jayyan yelled at his young son.
Tasya, who heard his son's voice crying, immediately approached his chest and lifted him from his bed.
"What are you doing, Mom? Abyan was a kid, you shouldn't have yelled at him!" yells. He calmed his crying son.
"You're getting bolder! Do you want to live in poverty and live on the streets." always that word comes from Jayyan's mouth.
Not until there, Jayyan also danced Tasya hair lalau drag him.Tasya can only cry and hug his son, he tried so that his son did not fall from his carrier, "Even Mas, I will not fight again, he tried to keep his son from falling out of his arms, pity our son Mas." Tasya continued to speak, but Jayyan did not listen.
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