MY LITTLE WIFE'S PASSION

Arguing

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The door to the room opens someone

"Whether you unload - unload my things?" the one who entered was Bimo.

The man who was against the four paper bags was shocked by the behavior of the wife, who dared to dismantle her personal belongings. Where around Rara at the moment, there were documents strewn about.

"That's me," Rara choked, seeing Bimo's angry face scared her. The album in hand is out of hand. The frightened and surprised woman rose from her seat in her confusion.

Why is it so angry?

"A me, ha, just look at the photo album. No checking the others." His words stammered, looking down as he did not dare to look at Bimo's sharp gaze. Her husband's gaze was really shrivelling.

Bimo put four paperbags on the floor, he hurriedly picked up the documents and photo albums lying on the floor.

"Don't hold my things. You don't have anyone else's job?"

"Other people?" rara said weakly. It turns out that it is still not considered.

Rara's sad speech made Bimo wake up. His words were like he was hurting his wife's heart.

"Here are many valuable documents, if lost or torn how? I could be overwhelmed looking for him. Look at the arrangement's changed." Now Bimo's tone has been low, although he is still upset.

"Sorry!" Rara, who looked frightened, now chose to sit on the edge of the bed. He was heartbroken too, as if he was accused of wanting to steal. Because there's a Bimo saying that the file can be lost.

"Next time don't open - open my closet. I ordered a closet for you. You can put your stuff in that closet later." Bimo said flatly, the man had finished compiling his documents that Rara had dismantled.

Rara did not respond to Bimo's words. There was no point in him talking either.

"I bought you clothes." Provide four paper bag. Rara grabbed him with mixed feelings. Between happy and sad, because just got blamed. He placed the four paper bags next to him.

"You write down what else you need. Give me the notes immediately."

Rara still silently lowered her head, there was no response from any of Bimo's remarks.

"You heard what I said? just shut up."

"Yes, listen! I'll never hold uncle's stuff again. If indeed we have to keep our distance and not like a legitimate married couple, I will follow. Just look at the album, her anger is like that." - Rara, everything went awry in her husband's eyes.

"Suppose you give up? it's only been three days, already back off."

"Who gives up, gets tired of being blamed every day. What a good wedding like this. One bed can't, holding his belongings can't. Do I want to be an employee in my uncle's life? Wear training all." Rara said with a serious face.

"You're the kid's cake." Bimo is not to blame. The second face is tense now.

"Yes, I'm a kid's cake. CONTENTEDLY! just so you know, even if I cake the kids, I can make the kids! if it's Uncle, doubt it!" challenging Bimo's sharp gaze. Every communication is always misunderstood.

"What do you mean by that? doubt it? mean what?"

Rara threw away her gaze, unwilling to look at the husband, who looked annoyed, because she felt humbled.

"Think about it yourself!" Rara got up from her seat. Better get out of that room.

"Speak clearly..!"

Bimo ambushed Rara's hand. The woman's steps stopped.

"What the hell? get off..!" rara's palm was still sore, having fallen last night on the asphalt.

"Explain first, what do you mean by that Ra? doubt it? what do you mean by that?" still staring at Rara with a high ego. Don't let his wife doubt his power.

"Know akhh... Unleashed.. My hand pain!" The firm grip was released from Rara's hand.

"On you who can make children, everyone knows. You don't have to be proud of that. A small child can already make a child, until it is found out to the shaman berakun."

"What uncle mean?" rara's face was now red. He doesn't like their language this afternoon.

"That's it.. Don't talk about it!"

Bimo left the room with a chaotic feeling. While Rara was upset not playing.

"Freak basis, psychopath...!"

Umpatnya upset, sitting his ass back on the edge of the bed with a chest that feels tight. Because the heart is pounding not because it holds anger.

This morning, their communication improved. And this afternoon, because she broke down her husband's closet, there was a long debate

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