MY LITTLE WIFE'S PASSION

Don't call uncle

"What is gold? your shit's golden?"

That resolute voice full of anger filled the air. Anyone who hears it, will be gaseous...

Rara flipped her body in fear. Her husband was angry again. This morning, his attitude was a little soft.

Alva's forehead shriveled, astonished by Bimo's disrespectful remarks. Talk about dirt. The color of human feces can be golden, like yellow. It can also be blue or black, for example, the person eats medicine.

"You're talking to us?" still speaking politely, even though it has been provoked by Bimo's tone.

Alva who was confused by the arrival of Bimo right behind Rara, needed to reinforce what the man who offended the dirt was talking to them.

"Let's go home..!" looking at Rara who was down. Bimo immediately firmly grasped Rara's dumbfounded hand.

Alva watched the couple before her. Not satisfied he spoke to Rara.

"Let go of my beloved's hand. We're not done talking." Pull Rara's hand out of Bimo's.

Glekk

Rara immediately looked up at Alva with her frustration. Then turned her eyes towards her husband. Who seemed to be holding back his anger. The white handsome face was now flushed like a boiled crab. With a hardened jaw.

Mam pus's....

Finish my history

"He's your lover?" pointed at Alva and pointed at Rara, with a face expression restraining that anger.

"Ti Dak's... No..!" Rara stammered, both hands giving a rejection code.

"Have you heard the answer from him?" staring at that cornered Alva.

"Bec.... Why did you change. Have I been looking for you for a long time? why don't you admit that we've been in a relationship."

Alva felt that something was wrong with the woman in front of him. So he needs to make a play. Scrutinize what happened. He was really curious about Rara, at first sight.

"Come, you don't need to explain here. You explain at home, "Bimo immediately takes over the talk, when Rara looks like she wants to explain something.

"You who? why do you doctrine Rara? I'm watching you like Hitler treated him." Challenging his sharp gaze Bimo.

"Let's go home!" Pull Rara back, to get out of the place.

"Hey, I'm done talking."

Alva held Bimo's shoulder which was now stepping on his foot.

Buugg...

One fist landed on Alva's cheek. Bimo could not hold back his anger anymore. An unknown man cornered her and was a meddler. He said it was Hitler.

Alva held onto her painful cheek, as it could bogem from Bimo. His eyes were like hawks, sharp ready to pounce.

"Brength..sek..!"

Puukkkp..

Of course Alva can't take a bump. He hit Bimo on the head from the side. Even Bimo felt his ears buzzing when he was hit by a bump.

The atmosphere in the place was getting tense. The visitors are now staring at them.

Bimo, who had been trying to hold back his emotions, was now uncontrollable.

"Let's go home, please...." Speak by immersing his face in the chest of his field Bimo with a trembling body. Rara was holding herself back from crying hysterically. Why is his life journey so complicated.

"What...what...?" challenging Bimo who was looking at him sharply. "I'm not thankful you're loved that way. He couldn't bear to see you battered I made." Alva said, instead back to fishing Bimo.

This guy, he thinks he's great can make me battered?

Bimo satin, trying to unravel the embrace of his body which is now burning beard.

"Uncle... Let's go home!"

"What...? your uncle? gee whiz.... Thank you God. I thought he was your husband. It was just uncle. He should treat you rude. Makes you work hard being a waiters."

Rara was further confused by Alva's meddling attitude.

"You'll accept my offer. I will make you successful. Rather than being his servant. I'm waiting to hear from you in two weeks."

Alva left the place, feeling annoyed. He held his cheek which was now reddened, because it was pierced by Bimo.

Mercifully...

Rara took a deep breath. He was a little relaxed, because there were no fierce fights. A fight can be a long affair. Because Bimo is the type of man who will not stop attacking before the enemy subdued. He was like Ezra's father. Same with martial arts.

***

"Let's go in." Open the car door.

Rara was confused by Bimo's attitude. The talk is getting soft.

Huuuff..

Rara glanced at the husband who was sighing heavily.

"We'll talk about this at home, I hope you don't give an answer that's there." This time Bimo glanced at Rara who was sitting in the seat next to him.

"Yes." Yeah." Short answer, with a scared face.

"Your four answers don't make sense. Don't regret it, I'll teach you a lesson."

"Lesson? what lesson?" asked Rara foolishly.

"Lessons so you don't call me uncle anymore!" bimo asserted by trying to restrain himself from smiling.

He recalled the incident when Rara had hugged him tightly in the hotel rooftop, while fighting with the man who had been following his wife for a week.

Rara is confused by the direction of the husband's conversation. When it comes to calling, it's just a habit. No need to learn. From now on, you can also try calling Bimo, not with Uncle's greeting.

"Emmm... Dad, uncle doesn't work anymore?" rara asked with caution.

"Work, work in you so don't call uncle again." Get off the car, walk quickly open the car door for Rara. They arrived at their parking lot.

Strange, what did he say? work in me? this job so I don't call uncle? what does he want to be called? PAPAP..?

Rara was confused to see Bimo's attitude that changed drastically from last night. His facial expression was also like that of a person who was in love. Smile all the way.

TB

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