It's not my fault for taking your wife

Grabbing People's Wives and Daughters-in-law

“Why, Allan?” Ms. Dini rubbed Allan's shoulder as soon as she realized the look on her son's face was limp, very obviously out of disappointment.

“It's okay, Mom. This is his hand cramping again,” replied Allan while showing his palm. “Then again cramp want to hold ice.”

Eyebrows Bu Dini interlocked confused omens. While researching Allan's face, he tried to read what his son really wanted to convey. Then reflexes looked at Giany's innocent face. It seemed like the middle-aged woman had just managed to unravel the tangled threads in her brain. People who are in love are so complicated.

“Waduh, you know I have rheumatism. Where can hold ice night-night.” Then then glanced at Giany with a clear face.

Looks like this mother and son have the same mission, which is to seize the wife and daughter-in-law of people.

“Em .. Then let me just compress. What can?” giany asked hesitantly while looking at Allan.

That's what I wanted since. Inner Allan.

“Bby deh...” replied Allan flatly, but heart cheered.

Giany just nodded, then sat down at Allan's side. While Ms. Dini immediately left the two people while bringing Maysha along with her. Allan and Giany are both.

Allan's heart was shrouded in happiness when Giany's delicate fingers touched the skin of his face. A sudden feeling of warmth. It felt like Allan had stopped time, to keep Giany by his side.

Staring at Giany from a very close distance felt so thrilling. Even time passed without feeling.

"How, Doctor? Mellifluous?" ask Giany.

Allan regained his senses, then glanced at the clockwise direction on the wall.

Loh, how fast? inner Allan.

He grumbled in his heart. It felt like removing the clock battery so that time stopped here for a long time.

"Have you gone yet?" Giany asked again after not getting an answer from Allan.

"It hurts, a little bit. In here!" Allan led Giany's hand to rub a bruise on his face.

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Tong Ting

The sound of the bell rang, Aunt Misa who was arranging dinner at the table rushed to the front room to open the door while guessing in her heart, who was the one who saw. Because there are usually no people who visit the house at night.

As soon as the door leaf opened, a beautiful woman stood in front with a smile.

"How are you, Aunt Misa .." greet the woman kindly.

"So I can't go in, can I?" he said half insinuatingly, with a smile that suddenly dimmed.

"Eh, mom-it's not like that, Mom. Please enter!" answer Aunt Misa.

"Allan exists, right?"

"She, Mom."

"Where is Maysha?" While stepping in.

"Little girl is in her room."

Carrying some parcels the woman walked into the house. His gaze went around like researching the house. His footsteps then came to a halt when his pair of neutrals caught Allan sitting with a young woman in a position that Ayra was very close to.

Ayra looked at Giany from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. From the look of his eyes it was clear that he was unhappy with the sight before him. Moreover, the woman was wearing her clothes.

"Allan ..." The sound of Ayra's call made Allan reflect.

Seeing Ayra was there, Allan also confirmed his sitting position. He was quite surprised by Ayra's arrival.

"You?" allan said, then rose from his seat followed by Giany.

Ayra took a deep breath, then stepped closer. Her mind was guessing who the woman was with her ex-husband.

"Who is he, Allan? Why is he wearing my shirt?" tanya Ayra pitched ketus.

Hearing Ayra's remark, Giany could guess that the woman standing before him was Allan's ex-wife. He also looked down embarrassed when he realized the unfriendly gaze that Ayra had put on him.

"Why, you're not wearing any more, are you?"

Not accepting, Ayra was getting upset. "But I don't like strangers wearing my stuff!" he said it was full of emphasis. "Who is this?"

Realizing Ayra's tone, Allan then pulled Giany behind his back, as if to protect the woman.

"Name Giany. He's a new member of this family."

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The title of the ex-wife meets the prospective wife who is still the status of the wife of the person.

Uh, how the hell is Ding! 🤭