My Belittle Husband

Extra Part's.

Mini bangat ya story Mas Fakhri and Auren yes, but I added extra partnya yes although not much and specifically for those who already want to read this absurd story😁. Although I did not follow you, I thank you very much because someone wants to read my story.

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I had just finished drying my clothes when Mas Fakhri came home with a look of annoyance and a mouth that looked chatty. My forehead is wrinkled because of Mas Fakhri's absurd behavior this morning.

"Why the hell, Mas? Early in the morning his face was rich in clothespins freshly squeezed?" I asked Mas Fakhri.

Mas Fakhri just clicked his tongue, his face looked even more upset. "Where's habib?"

"Some, watch her favorite boboboy movie again. Why?" askaku.

Mas Fakhri just shook his head. "It's okay, I'm lazy to the store today, let the Jono who handles all the buying and selling in the store today, the boss wants to relax," said Mas Fakhri to me.

I just nodded, then turned to focus on the dishwasher I hadn't washed yet.

Mas Fakhri is seen walking towards the television room where his son is. Tumben once Mas Fakhri's behavior strange this morning, I put my shoulders, maybe my husband is in a bad mood, I think positive.

When all the homework was done, I joined Mas Fakhri and Habib who were still engrossed in front of the television. There are various kinds of snacks scattered on the front desk of the television.

"Great fun, again on what watch?" my question, but when I look at the continuous television, my eyes glare.

"Gosh, Mas. What movie did you show Habib? Why even watch soap operas like that!" I was very upset with Mas Fakhri.

"Loh, why. Let Habib know in case there will be seedlings of pebinor who try to deketi you, Habib will know the characteristics of how," replied Mas Fakhri relaxed.

While Habib who saw me nagging just listened while eating his favorite snack.

"Ck, yeah-yes I'm changing. That's just a ngomel, yes, Bang," said Mas Fakhri to his son who of course was carried by his head and thumb who held his sign agreeing with Mas Fakhri's words.

It certainly makes me more upset to the crown. "Oh, so compact that's the same father's son, okay, this afternoon, there is no oxtail soup ration for both of you yes," I said as it passed.

"Akhs! No Ma!" exclaiming Mas Fakhri and Habib together, the heads of both automatically turned to see me who sauntered away with his hands raised up on the sign of forbidden protest.

Mas Fakhri's face was lethargic, his mouth open, but closed again while looking at his son who also drooped lethargic.

"Hahaha, feel that. Mother, don't fight. Took you both."

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