My husband's a grown man

chapter 10

On the other hand, the faces of some men, look confused in one of the rooms in the local police station.

Some men are now trying to wake the sleeping girl with her head on her lap, a man who now looks so upset while folding his two arms together in front of his chest.

Two men in police uniforms looked at the girl who was so good.

There are also some residents who witnessed the incident of cars swaying in the middle of traffic jams.

"How about this sir, it's getting late at night and this girl is still sleeping!" Call one of the police to his superiors.

The man who was asked, was now staring at the Caucasian man in front who was still silent with a flat face.

"From very bule face, fortunately handsome, try modeling as I like his face like that, natureak in the stone bed of the mountain," every man wearing police clothes.

Looking at Alexander's face that seemed the slightest expression to those in the room.

"Wake up, sir!" A man who acts as a witness.

"Yes, rather than we moss here wait, son," said another resident.

"Lagian the bule asked, his face even dumb," interrupted another resident.

Making the two police now follow the direction of the conversation with the head here and there.

"The name is also bule, do not understand it, with our language. Doesn't the police officer know crowbar language?" Ask a resident who looks older among the other residents who are there.

"English, sir!" The guy next to him who confirmed the man's words.

"Well, that!" Exclaimed the father with a loud voice.

The two policemen were confused about what to do, asking the free bule? Because since then the foreign man just quietly got a question from both of them.

"Ask me, bule sir!" Pinta residents who have been silent since.

"Where to ask sir, wong people are just clingak-clinguk like drop people," said the police officer who sat and his tag name Bambang haryono.

Everyone looked back at Alexander and sure enough, the bule man looked confused and his head looked back and forth.

Alexander himself did not understand the discussion of the men in the room, but the tall man towering, was waiting for someone he knew.

Moreover, the figure of this girl sleeping on his lap. I want that guy to slam the girl.

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"Mrs!" Cried a father to him.

"Name Mr, saha?" Ask the father in a slow tone so that the foreign man understood his words.

Alexander was just him, looking at the man who was about 56 years old and above, with the typical appearance of a construction worker.

"Well, he's just dumb," said the police father whose position was standing.

When he saw Alexander just silent while staring at the fathers who asked.

"Mother too, why speak this language? All saha again. Would he mean anything different? I heard it another too? Mr, Saha?" Called the fellow fathers.

the man's face looked sinisterly glancing at the man in front of him.

"Emang, Mr. saha who the hell?" The other timpal feels strange with the discussion now.

The police officer looked back at the men in front of them who were arguing.

"Is he?" The father who first asked Alexander, he was also confused by the question of a man younger than him.

"Mr Saha," said his companion back who was so curious.

"Yes, saha?" Ask the gaffer again, who has not gotten a point of direction of the conversation.

"That's what you call, Mr. saha, who is it?" Said his partner who was getting upset.

"Well, Mr, saha?" He answered, pointing to Alexander.

The two policemen could only pat their eels. Just because of the saha case, the two men were arguing endlessly.

Look, maybe if the oon met the slow thought.