MY LITTLE WIFE'S PASSION

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"I, I must be living well. I will not stand being underestimated, scolded constantly, if I stay here. I'd better stay on the streets. Than being stared at continuously full of hate. Um, what's my fault with her?" The emotional Rara, repulsing incessantly like a railroad track, headed for the exit of the house. The voice of Rara. Bimo could hear his wife's outpouring of annoyance.

Bimo felt guilty. But Rara was wrong too. Why did Rara pull out the eggplant trunk she had been nurturing with such caution.

Now Rara was out of the house, and was standing right in front of Bimo. Using black tights and cutbray jeans. Of course, his appearance always looks tempting.

"If it's not yours. Don't you dare open it." Rara spoke full of annoyance, pointing at Bimo's confused face.

Clearly Bimo was confused, what was the meaning of his wife's words. What does the package that opens? if that's true, it's not wrong. The name of the recipient of the packet is its name. After all, Bimo also ordered goods online this morning. He thinks it's the package he ordered. That is why he dared to open it. If he knew it was Rara's package. He won't open it. Where it's all women's underwear.

"Don't stop me from going.!" Rara took two steps. Flipping over with his sour face, looking at Bimo sharply. Bimo had not the slightest intention of preventing him from leaving. That made him even more upset. She was not expected by her husband.

Bimo was made to be very shocked by this incident. What happened to this wife. Weirdo..!

"Who will prevent you. You brat, there's a little fuzzy problem.... Little blurred... Get away, don't come back."

Bimo's words further hurt him. Where was Uncle Bimo who used to be very wise and good at persuading it.

Rara stomped her feet. Staring hatefully at Bimo. With a broken-headed feeling, he dragged his feet out of the yard of the house.

Braakk..

The sound of the door being closed violently, made Rara surprised. Bimo has entered the house. It's not prevented at all.

The emotional Rara of course, felt heavy dragging her feet away from her home Bimo. He was confused, scared and scared. Where he's going. Where the day has begun to darken. And the sound of the rumbling also makes the situation around increasingly gripping. The wind also blows hard. Like there's gonna be a rainstorm.

"Oh my God.....! pleases.... Don't rain yet. If it rains, where do I go?" Rara is getting frustrated. Why is his life getting so fucked up. Where the farm is quiet, no vehicles pass. Bimo's employee's house was there, upstream. Passing through Bimo's house. There's no way he's going to the lukewarm employee's house.

Duars..

Duars..

The sound of lightning sounded against each other. And the sound of the water carried by the wind was becoming more and more clear. It turns out that in the area of his house Bimo has already fallen rain. And will get to where he is now walking.

Shitt's...

For example, running fast while dragging his suitcase. He had to get to the security guard post before the torrential rain chasing him drenched him.

"Review you're Bimo, until whenever I won't forgive you. Just look at my revenge. One day I will prove that I will be a great and successful man. It's so good that you've always ostracized me, trivial of you! Do you think I'm not that smart...!" Yes Rara is a smart child, so clever he often looks strange.

Rara spoke to herself emotionally, while running towards the security guard post. His steps turned out to be losing fast from the speed of rain. He was finally in the rain. The security guard is still 10 meters ahead of him.

He kept accelerating his pace. But, because he was in a hurry he even hummed.

Rara complained of pain. Her palms and knees were now injured, as they were slammed into the asphalt. It hurts, it hurts and it feels painful. Especially the injury to rain. He had no time to check his knee how bad it was at the moment. All he had to do had to quickly get to the security guard post. Before his clothes were in the suitcase all wet.

Tears have mixed with rain. To disguise that the woman is crying. He felt the distance to the security guard post was getting farther. I don't know, he's actually tired or indeed the security guard post that looks far away.

Tin

Tin

Tin

The horn of a vehicle sounded impatient. Rara who wants to quickly get to the security guard post to shelter, she no longer has time to look back at the vehicle that from earlier just keep on laxing it.

Ngengs... Cit...

A car is now facing him. Stop right in front of him. He knew whose car it was. Who else if not Bimo's car.

Rara who was upset, did not care about Bimo. It was as if he had not seen a car approaching him. He sped up his pace, astonished that Bimo had even caught up with him. Not that the man asked to leave.

"RARA.... Stop..!" Bimo's still in the car. Preparing the umbrella, the rain was very heavy and the wind was getting louder.

"Rara, stop... Don't be like a child. Where you're going. Don't see you're in a storm....!?" now Bimo has trouble catching up with Rara, which is caused by her umbrella being blown by the wind. The man finally dumped the umbrella, because even though he was wearing an umbrella, it was still wet. He ran after Rara.

Grappings...

He managed to reach Rara's hand. His wife was rebellious.

"Why arrest me? didn't you just tell me to leave?" staring intently at Bimo, whose facial expression was indecipherable.

"Let's go home..!" now one hand Bimo has grabbed Rara's suitcase. While one more hand still holding Rara.

"Son... Take-off...! I don't want to go home with a refrigerator man...!" he screamed with frustration.

This time Bimo could not resist the amused and funny feeling of the words of the wife. He is said to be a refrigerator man. Bimo finally laughed. He turned his face away, because he did not want Rara to be offended again. It was as if he was laughing at the exploding Rara.

"home... Where are you going? there is no transportation here. We talk about everything first. If you really want to go. Tomorrow, I'll take you. Come on..!" pulling Rara's hand strong.

TB

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