My best friend my husband

Chapters 108.Mr's Son. Jonathan

I asked my mom to move abroad and happened to be an Indonesian mom. So, we parted ways with the self-fighting papa in Seoul.

"Now Rara is a big girl and she has also received her second degree. She is currently working in a well-known advertising model in South Korea. But, unfortunately she wasn't looking for a man who filled her heart. He is very persistent in pursuing his current career, even forgotten his rest time. I, as a present, also cannot prohibit him because this is the world and its time to enjoy his youth and let him pursue his career which is increasingly soaring," timpal Lord Jonathan sipped his wine.

(Now Rara has grown up and she has also got her second degree. She is currently working in a leading advertising model in South Korea. But, unfortunately he was not looking for a man who filled his heart. He is very persistent in pursuing his current career, even forgetting his break time. I as his ayaj also can not ban him because this is the world and the time to enjoy his youth and let him pursue his career that is increasingly soaring.)

I smiled in response to his words. I know that he is insinuating both Love and my wife.

I took a bottle of wine and poured it into my glass and gulped it down to the toilet.

Before long, we heard the sound of footsteps approaching our table. She is Rara, son of Mr. Jonathan.

Rara smiled kindly towards papa, mama, Love and towards me. Except for Dara because I'm holding her hand right now.

I see the Rara who used to be very different from now. She was wearing a white dress that wrapped her body and was very clearly emblazoned with her curves.

"Samchon, naneun jigeum nae insaeng - eul eod - eossda. The naneun imi anaega issseubnida. Hajiman anaega jigjangdo-eobs-i jib-e meo muleugeona hagsa hag-wileulbadji moshaedo sang-gwan. Yeoseong - eun ttoggatseubnida. Danji geudeul-eul gubyeolhaneun geos-eun 'jal saeng-gyeossseubnida'ga anilaneun geos-ibnida. Geugeos - eun 'joh - eun taedo'ibnida. Yeojaga na-ege 'joh-eun taedo'ga eobsdamyeon daleun yeojawa ttoggatda. Geuui gyeonglyeog - eun singyeong sseuji maseyo. Jasin-i ttam-eul heulligeona cheos gyeonglyeog-eul ssahgi jeon-e yeoseong-i moham-eul bad-assneunji yeobu."

I spoke at length while looking at Rara with a sad look I made.

(Heart. . . . . . . . ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ )

(Uncle, I've got my life now. I already have a wife. But, for me it doesn't matter if my wife just stayed home without having a job or if she didn't get a college degree for me it doesn't matter. All women are the same, only the difference is not 'good looking'. Except 'good attitude'. If a woman doesn't have 'Good Attitude' to me it's the same as any other woman. No matter his career. Whether it was his own sweat or if a woman was framed before he got his career first.)

Rara raised her glass of wine in a very trembling manner and lowered the glass again. His face was very nervous when I uttered words.

"Sillyehabnida, Jonathan ssi amado geuneun pigonhaeseo yeogie odolog jasin-eul bang-eohaess-eul geos-ibnida."

Mom started to raise her voice. While I felt the sweat between our hands begin to unite.

"Oppa, wae geuleohge gwajangdoen. Bang-geum. Ann-ajugo sip-eun, jeongmalbogo sipda. Olaenman-iya. Uliga seolo ssaun ji olaedoeeeossseubnida. Naneun dangsin - ui mugwansim - i bakkwi eosssdago saeng - gaghaessseubnida. Naneun dangsin - ui hyeonjae bonseong - eul jeongmallo salanghabnida. Dangsin-ui mal - eun salamdeul - eul apeugehaessseubnida. dangsin - eun Reyndad Adipratamaleul bakkwossseubnida. Dangsin - eun naega jeon - e al - assdeon Reyndadga anibnida. Gyeonglyeog - geubjeunghago fashion gos - eseo yumyeonghagi ttaemun - e dangsin - eun maeu daleubnida. Dangsin-eun neomu bitch seuleobseubnida!" Rara hatch.

(Heart. . . . . . . . ⁇ Reyndad Adipratama. . . ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ !)

(Son, why are your words so exaggerated. I just came. The plan was I wanted to hug you and say that I miss you so much. We haven't met for a long time. We haven't talked to each other for a long time. I thought your cuteness had changed, but it wasn't. I love your nature now. Your words make people feel hurt. You've changed Reyndad Adipratama, you're not the Reyndad I used to know. You've been so different since your career has soared and you're famous everywhere. You're so arrogant!)

His face was reddened with anger. While I remained calm while sipping wine even though Dara repeatedly forbade me.

"Sir Azlan!" hardik Dara half whispered. I looked into his eyes with a smile, even though my head was half dizzy from drinking those 2 sips of wine.

But, my consciousness had not completely disappeared because I was so emotional hearing the words of Uncle Jonathan that I thought it was very unreasonable and bold to say in front of many people.

"Naega geoman hae? Naega geoman hae? oman hae nuga? Dangsin ttoneun? Fangsin-ina dangsin-ui abeoji? Ibwa yo, ileon gunung ap-eseo nuga gul-yog-eul danghago sip-eo things geos gatnayo? Aldasipi, naneun cheonsacheoleom gamyeon-eul sseun salamdeul-eul mannaneun geos-e jeongmal jil lyeossjiman geuneun jiog-eseo on agmalaneun geos-i balghyeojyeossseubnida. Soljighi dangsin abeojiui iagileul deudgo nollassseubnida. Naneun geuga ulileul aju jal hwan-yeong hal geos-ilago saeng-gaghaessjiman geuneun geuleohji anh-assda. i haengsa-e ogedoeeo jeongmal silmang seuleobseubnida."

I frowned so that my two eyebrows fused together. My vision faded a little because of the bright lights.

"Naega geoman hae? Naega geoman hae? oman hae nuga? Dangsin ttoneun? Fangsin-ina dangsin-ui abeoji? Ibwa yo, ileon gunung ap-eseo nuga gul-yog-eul danghago sip-eo things geos gatnayo? Aldasipi, naneun cheonsacheoleom gamyeon-eul sseun salamdeul-eul mannaneun geos-e jeongmal jil lyeossjiman geuneun jiog-eseo on agmalaneun geos-i balghyeojyeossseubnida. Soljighi dangsin abeojiui iagileul deudgo nollassseubnida. Naneun geuga ulileul aju jal hwan-yeong hal geos-ilago saeng-gaghaessjiman geuneun geuleohji anh-assda. i haengsa-e ogedoeeo jeongmal silmang seuleobseubnida."

I frowned so that my two eyebrows fused together. My vision faded a little because of the bright lights.

(Angul? ? ? ? ? ? . . . ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ )

(I'm swagger? I'm arrogant? Who's arrogant now? You or yourself? You or your father? Hey, you think anyone would want to be humiliated in front of a crowd like this even he insinuated this beautiful sister and wife. You know, I'm so sick of meeting people who wear angel masks, but he turns out to be a demon from hell. To be honest, I was surprised to hear your father's words. I thought he would welcome us very well, apparently not. I'm really disappointed to be able to come to this show.)

"Watch your mouth, it come back around

Once upon a time, we learn how to fly

Go look at your mirror, same damn clothes."

(keep your mouth, it's back

A long time ago, we learned how to fly

Go look at your mirror, same fucking clothes)

I got up from my seat and Adnan told me to walk out of the restaurant. Not just me, but the others as well. They and the invited guests also walked out of the restaurant after witnessing our debate.

"Let me drive."

I took the car keys out of Dara's hand and Love took them. My head feels so sore and dizzy.

"Let me. Brother keep him in the back."

I only drank two sips and why I was so drunk.

***

On the way Dara pressed the Off button for the fence of our house. Arriving at home, papa's car is seen in the back. While Cinta ran towards papa's car and I sat on the porch of the house to wait for Dara to close the gate of the house while reminding me to turn the fashion back to the beginning on the fence of my house.

In the room, I undressed, revealing only a white short-sleeved shirt and black shorts.

My body is so wet with sweat. It's a good thing I can hold myself back from punching Mr. Jonathan in the face and body there. I can be covered by the media and my reputation just disappears if I obey my emotions.

"Drink first."

I opened my eyes when Dara gave me a cup of warm ginger water. I took a slow sip and laid my body back on the bed.

"Please, take aspirin or ibuprofen."

I pointed towards the bottom of the bed where the small and large P3K box was there.

"It's two, brother."

"The little one, baby. Hurry along!"

I grimaced in pain when I felt my head explode like it was being stabbed at the same time.

Dara read it and gave me an aspirin. I took the medicine without drinking water and it was my habit when I felt it was getting worse.

"Come. sleep. Don't stay up."

I patted the bed next to me so that Dara would lay her body by my side.

"In the meantime, I want to remove makeup first same face wash."

She walked to the dresser and picked up a piece of cotton and walked into the bathroom.

Chequek!

After hearing the sound of the toilet door closing tightly, I grimaced in pain in my head.

It really hurts.

I rarely drink wine. It's just that I've been drinking soju, but it's not this bad.

Even this is more painful than the headache from looking at a computer screen.

"Aah!"

I hit my head so that the pain subsided then took a slow sip of ginger water that Dara made for me.

It was also my fault, out of nowhere I had to gulp the wine, and I felt this was the result.

"Ara-ah, seodulleo. Jigeum meoliga jeongmal. Meomus geoliji ma, Adnan. aA neomu apayo," my ringis while massaging my temple.

(Heart. . . ⁇ , ⁇ .)

(Darling, come quickly. My head really hurts now. Don't linger, Dara. Ah, it hurts so much.)

I curled up on the bed and the blanket that Dara had been wearing for me, I don't know where it went.

"Geez, brother!"

I heard the sound of Dara's screams immediately scattering around her half-sitting on the bed.

I cried because the pain in my head and the feeling of not wanting to lose her really haunted me.

I don't care about my ugly looking face anymore.

"My head hurts, please massage," I asked as I placed her hand over my head.

Those two tiny hands were moving over my head. Massaging her gently and gently while both of my hands were still faithfully hugging her waist.

"Honey, do you want to leave me after I said harshly to Rara and Mr. Jonathan's? I said that because you and my little sister were being teased. I don't want you to be told nothing about your career or anything else. That is tantamount to demeaning me with your equipment. Please, don't ever try to leave me. There will be no more enthusiasm for my life if you leave this house. No more smiles when I open my eyes in the morning and come home from work because of fatigue. Don't, don't do it, Dara."