Life in a Rifle, Love In Your Heart

Life in a Rifle, Love In Your Heart
116. Not free of things.



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"Foruun God is not strong it feels like this. Gariiinn stooopp..!!!" no matter how Bang Sanca nagged because Bang Garin deliberately stopped his car so that Bang Sanca was disturbed.


"Hwahahahaha.the mighty commander finally collapsed completely failed" Bang Garin also did not stop jogged and even raised the volume of music kendang kempul that made Bang Sanca more angry.


"Garin's.. You're really looking to die..!!" the Ancam Bang Sanca.


"Anged teroooooss.Your son looks like me. could kill yourself you" Bang Garin jogged indistinctly but directly stopped the scolding of Bang Sanca who was clearly irritated to see him.


"Sanca's son looks like me. Sanca's son looks like me"


"After recovering later, I bomb your company..!!!!!!"


"By pleasure bro. Later I will also attach the greeting of Captain Garin's kangen to Captain Sanca"


Once again Bang Sanca fell silent. Dealing with Bang Garin could embarrass him all the time.


"Can you just shut up??? Why does Bang Garin always respond..!!!!!!!" fia's reprimands are inflamed. Pregnancy also makes her feel emotional.


"Okees.. The wrong brother again..!!" he said it was loud to Fia.


"Hhhkkkk.." Bang Sanca's body immediately reacted.


"Your bravado is the same..!!!!!!" ledek Bang Garin again.


Fia rubbed her chest until Bang Sanca's stomach. It was seen that her husband was so tormented.


"After the grandpa was born.. Fia wants twins donk Bang..!!" pinta Fia while waiting for the certainty of Bang Sanca.


"Allahu Akbar is not yet born. The truth is you deck" Bang Sanca was getting dizzy being in a ridiculous situation and she couldn't do anything about it.


"Haha.. Question from Master Garin, can Sanca not make twins??" ledek Bang Garin again.


"You..!!!!!!


"Aaaah.. Oh my God, it hurts my head" Bang Sanca did not argue with Bang Garin.


Bang Garin smiled triumphantly but then glanced at something on his phone.


"Waahh. You want to go to San?" ask Bang Garin nicely.


"Obviously my house is burning" replied Bang Sanca furious.


"Sanca's son looks like me. Sanca's son looks like me....!!!" he said it over and over again until Bang Sanca was tired of hearing it.


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"Thank you very much Bang Garin for his help. Fia owes a lot to Brother"


Bang Garin cleared his throat by putting on his glasses and looking dashing with dignity.


Fia held back her laughter hearing Bang Garin's grimy words.


"Yes Bang. sure"


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"What a natural creature Garin is"


"Don't be angry continue to Bang, if Abang's son really looks like Bang Garin how?" reprimand Fia because Bang Sanca was really upset to see her litting.


"Amit-amit jabang baby. No other choice????" ask Bang Sanca.


"There is no Bang. His choice, you must be patient" replied Asya.


"Yes, I've got a break first. Fia wants to clean up the house. Later tonight go to Bang Garin's place. Fish burn event. Papa Mama's gone home with the kids. Fia can calm down."


"Jeez. Meet him again" muttered Bang Sanca.


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At night, Bang Sanca is better. He was preparing to leave in cassual clothes, not wanting to be complicated with an event that could be classified as relaxing.


"Strong Bang?" ask Bang Ibra.


"Aman, even Fia is a bit quail" replied Bang Sanca.


"Yes, just slow down. Ola is also not so resistant to cold air" said Bang Ibra.


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"Astagfirullah hal adzim. opo maneh iku huh?" half-dead Bang Sanca was embarrassed to see Bang Garin greet him with a wind and trumpet but in contrast to Fia and Ola who were very happy to get a great welcome.


"Here are we told what Bang?" ask Bang Ibra.


"Nge reog kali.if not because Fia wants to burn fish, Abang mah ogah Garin's business. Our manhood is at stake" replied Bang Sanca.


"Yes the same Bang. Where bring bini buy one get one like this, keep all." muttered Bang Ibra.


"Let's go down Bang. the longer here even be a disaster for us" asked Bang Ibra.


"Yes wes come on. Bismillah..!!" Bang Sanca took a breath, praying that tonight would not feel very long.


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