Marriage But the Enemy

NTM: 0.7

"Heh?! Hehh!!"

The sound of his songong call then made me look at him with an annoyed face.

"Should be grateful dong lo, someone picked up. Than lo ngeteng. What's so good?!" He's shaking his head. "You're never grateful to be a person!" Then, he chafed. It is my nature that he says he never gives thanks.

Huh, Fabian fucked. Could he if make a statement that dropped people like that. Ck!

Look, it's not that I'm not grateful for his "kindness. Who was willing to take the time and energy to pick me up at Soetta Airport. In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I am very grateful. But if in our relationship more like a cat and mouse that never had a word of agreement in making peace, what good is it for him to pick up this enemy he hates half dead?

Be kind? The instinct of conscience?? Hah, too naive if I believe in such a reason!

I squinted my eyes, staring fixedly at him. Judging himself, especially his body language. Once he was looking for something from me. I don't know why I'm sure.

"Well, do you care about me, then? Yes, yes, I know. But don't be so outspoken that she was amazed too!"

I swear on anything! That narcissistic phrase makes me want to get his head to the wall. Let him realize!

Surprisingly, after all, narcissism is really possible until there is no drug so try! Ish. Ish's...

I grimaced in horror. And then shut my mouth with my hands. "Huweeks!!"

I pretended to vomit. Intentionally, let him realize that his attractiveness is making the person who hears nausea. Which of course made him immediately glare fiercely at me.

"Haduuh. nausea really yes it feels like hearing narcissistic sentences from people whose pedenya overload. Yuk!" Again, I covered my mouth with my hands. It brags that I'm really nauseous right now. Back I grimaced, and shuddered. Automatically makes Bian even more scratch his muscles at me.

Haha, stupid! Besides, who told him to be narcissistic so much.

"Gapain lo sniffed that kayak belly?" He asked with his eyebrows raised high up.

I looked at him. Then smile wryly. "Dump bala. Let my son not be elo!"

He grunts. It seems that he does not accept my words. Then suddenly that unaccepted face changed with a sly grin. Which made me squint my eyes at him.

"Whatever I doain, let your children all look like me! It's good lo! Mucus!!" And, he immediately laughed out loud.

LESS AJAAAAARRRR!!!

I looked at him fiercely. It felt like I was going to reply with the sadistic, scathing phrase that I usually put out to paralyze the person who was arguing hotly with me.

But now why am I silent, as if I were out of words? Why is it that in front of Bian I always lose? Why if Bian I can't retaliate? Why am I always a looser when confronted with this guy anyway? Why?!!

I threw my face towards the window, on the side. Don't look at it anymore, because it can always make me rise in blood!

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