Mother's Choice Husband

CHAPTER 113

"It's yours, right?" zila's mother asked, showing a long but small object in her hand with a tremble.

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K-kok can you find the testpack, I did not throw it into the trash and certainly will not be seen, but why mother? oh, the dismantling already. Inner Zila was worried.

"Zilla! I asked, is this yours or not?" asked Zila's mother with a rising tone of voice with tears of course.

Zila looked down not to answer, but because of Zila's behavior like that made Zila's mother convinced that the object called the tespack belonged to her daughter.

"O Lord, who sowed the seed, Zila? answer mother!" zila's mother stepped forward to approach Zila's bed.

Zila shook her head softly without any intention of opening her mouth. He kept his head down unwilling to look at his mother who must have been very disappointed.

"Oh Jesus, why did my daughter get to this? pregnant out of wedlock! even those two red lines are quite thick, how long have you kept this incident away huh?!" the snort of Zila's mother let out her emotions.

Zila looked down in fear, she never saw her mother yell at her, only this time and it was because of her own fault, the most fatal mistake and made her family bad.

"Who has done this breng*ek thing with you Zila? answer mother! let me ask her for responsibility" asked Zila's mother to sit on the bed in front of Zila in a slightly soft tone.

Zila looked up at Zila's mother with a surprised look. "Mom-mom wouldn't hate me and tell me to abort this baby right, ma'am?" asked Zila in a hoarse voice.

Plaques

Zila's mother slapped Zila's cheek feeling that the question that was thrown from her daughter's mouth was very inconsequential. "Sinful aborting an innocent baby, which deserves her blame it's the abuser and the mother of the baby, mother doesn't hate you mother just disappointed, mother just disappointed, what teaching has not been put into your brain?" replied Zila's mother after slapping Zila a little hard, remember a little.

Zila did not cry because she was slapped, this was her fault and Rangga the perpetrator. Who else if not Rangga, Zila has never had bad*n with any man except Rangga.

"I'm sorry ma'am" said Zila still heard by her mother. Her mother immediately hugged Zila and apologized for being rude.

"Now I ask, who made you two? answer honestly Zila" asked Zila's mother gently.

"The ladder" replied Zila.

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"My eyes are bright the sun is shining, I carry a mop washcloth on my shoulders, good morning everyone, I look forward to you, in front of my kitchen waiting for my husband" Jihan hummed by changing the lyrics to a child song called My Dearest Teacher.

"Argh! nice bat song that I make, try it in viral in, must be booming in sosmed, hoho could be my artist this mah, where my voice kek voice jennie bp" decak Jihan was amazed at herself.

"Beauty ko, Barra aja sampek klepek ma me" praised Jihan to himself after staring at himself in the reflection of the tv screen.

"Okay, I feel like I see myself on tv, even though I feel I'm getting fatter, but fitting on tv ko gaunt bat" jihan said to be responded by himself.

"Moreover I'm beautiful bat when I don't wear makeup, uh when I wear makeup, oh yes fit ijab kobul, but it was long ago.. when I make makeup that is as thick as coal, when will you when" continued Jihan praised herself.

"Who's talking, yank?" tanya Barra arrived to sit with a pillow face on the stairs made Jihan jump a little and turned to look at the stairs.

"Ngagetin can be told first not heh?! make me surprised just lo by. I say the same broom" replied Jihan with ketus at the end.

Barra scratched behind the itchy ear. His face pillow face was only half-literate, several times also yawned a sign he was still sleepy.

"Wash your face by!" teh Jihan approached Barra who was still a henchman sitting on the stairs.

"Cuciin" said Barra spoiledly.

"Entar if I wash your face and even kebablasan nyuci lo in the washing machine is not the groove" replied Jihan Ngawur.

"Cuciin doesn't want to know.. Ayanggg" whined the spoiled Barra, advancing in a sitting position on the stairs and holding one of Jihan's hands that was not holding a broom.

"Aww spoiled my husband's time" exclaimed Jihan gemas seeing Barra's spoiled behavior. If outside the room or apartment Barra will be cool but different in the room that only the two will be so spoiled, and spoiled only on Jihan.

"Don't know, wash my face.or I bite your finger, yank" threatened Barra pulled Jihan's hand closer to Jihan's mouth.

"Gigit aja if you dare" Jihan reply as if not afraid of her hand in the bite Barra who still has not brushed his teeth.

Barra opened her mouth about to insert Jihan's finger, but she stopped immediately because Jihan pulled her hand back and looked in disdain at Barra.

"The food was washed if it did not want to be bitten" said Barra got a small toyan from Jihan slowly in the bidat.

"Yes, I'll finish the blow first" Jihan replied. Barra nodded quickly with a pepsodent smile like a child about to buy a toy.

"Where's my husband taker?" cetus Jihan muttered but was able to be heard by Barra, because Jihan's position was not too far from Barra's seat.

"Tapers in the room, his cool soul was left behind in the room" Barra replied making Jihan laugh and occasionally glanced at Barra who was still sleepy.

Only you can make me laugh. Jihan's inner head with the tail of her eyes slightly pointed at Barra's face which seemed to close her eyes.