My wife Bad Girl 2 (The Story Of Angel Lee)

Shouldn't be Angry?

I woke up earlier than usual. This is the weekend. Normally in Seoul, I would wake up most days of the weekend.

Regular weekends are always awaited because we and our family will always do fun things together. Have a picnic or just go to the mall.

Now that six o'clock in Indonesia means eight o'clock in Seoul, I better call them.

I put up a mini tripod at the dinner table. While waiting for Eomma to answer my phone, I smeared bread with jam.

"Sister, if you can't stand being away from us, you better go back to Seoul." Keenan's face appears on the phone screen.

"I miss you tou brother." I returned the greeting of my little brother who was a teenager.

"What are you doing?" I eat my bread.

"Nothing. Worst weekend in history. Wait, brother, I'm gonna connect you to tivi." Keenan is busy with Eomma's phone. I soon saw my whole family.

"You guys at home? It's weekend guys."

"Are you on a video call?" harada's voice came from behind, sure enough he came out of the room.

"Oh... Sh**it" I reflexively closed the phone camera with my hand.

"Angel, who is it? Open the camera." Appa's Order. I still closed the camera with my hand while gesturing for Harada to re-enter her room.

But instead of going in, he sat down at the dinner table. "Why closed? Let's open. I'd like to say hello to your family, too." He put bread in his mouth.

"Who's Angel in there?" closing his eyes when he heard Appa's voice. Damn Harada instead of disappearing from here just as if he wanted to show himself.

I slowly moved away the hand I was using to cover the front camera of the phone.

"Hi Uncle, Aunty." Sapa Harada friendly.

"Harada-san. Is that you?" I was surprised to glare at Appa who knew Harada. My brain is guerrilla.

"Yes, Uncle." Harada bowed in respect.

"Do you know him?" I pointed towards Harada.

"certain. Harada is Hideyoshi's son and Kiyoshi's grandson." Apparent Appa. I still think who the two people Appa mentioned were.

I shifted away as Harada approached. He glanced at me as I occupied my place a bit away from him.

"You staying over?"

"Yes, uncle. Sorry I stayed without permission." Harada bowed back.

"It doesn't matter as long as Angel agrees." Eomma answered. I rolled my eyes lazily. What's wrong with these people. They are very happy that there are men who stay in the apartment.

I can't believe what I heard. Shouldn't parents be angry that their daughters are one house with men?

"I'm just messianic with her Eomma, she's heartbroken."

"Aunty tipped Angel yes, Harada." It was like they were looking for my match with this Yakuza.

"Sure, Aunty. Don't Worry." Whether it was a polite answer or Harada was being serious, but I couldn't bear to hear this absurd conversation anymore.

"Eomma, I'll call again." without waiting for Eomma's answer, I turned off the phone.

"What are your plans today?"

"You talk to me?" We were sitting opposite the dining table between us.

"Is there someone else here?" Harada looks relaxed, with no idea of the shame he had breakfast in the apartment people.

"So what's your plan?" It turns out he's still waiting for my answer.

"Eitherway. Maybe to grandpa's. Exercise." I shifted my chair back.

"What do you mean?" use the most powerful way, pura - pura not understand.

"I've noticed you always keep your distance. Distance in the real sense?" Harada moved her finger, pointing at the distance between the two of us.

"Did I scare you?" duh. I'm shaking.

"I nyeremin? Or do I smell body?" Harada raised his hand and smelled his armpits.

"Or.. Do you like your fellow melons?"

"Over melon?" I touched on myself, not understanding the direction of Harada's conversation. But looking at the look in her eyes that was on my chest, I understood.

The jam bottle floated towards him dearly can be caught easily. "Damn it!"

*****

Twelve o'clock in the afternoon I went out of the room, bored at home kept me going to Madin's grandfather's house for rehearsal.

"You're going?" don't look around because I know exactly who the owner of this voice is.

"Why are you still here?" I was busy with my bag, making out to find my phone.

"My company." This buset he again asked me to see what I asked him to do.

I raised my head to nag this guy.

Somehow she could prepare her clothes. As I recall when he came yesterday, he didn't bring any clothes at all.

For a few seconds, I looked at Harada's appearance. He looks cool, I have to admit. After the black suit he was wearing so fitting on his body. Her hair was combed and tied up neatly.

"I know, I'm handsome" he said, fixing the buttons on his shirt.

Her overconfidence made me realize I was staring at her for too long.

"can't. I'm going to Grandpa's house."

"Madin was there too. She came to my cousin's engagement." I looked at her with a full-fledged gaze.

"Replace your clothes." This fucking leg somehow complies. I went back into the room without saying anything.

In the room I cursed myself who immediately agreed with Harada's orders. Don't tell me I'm fascinated just because he looks cool in that suit.

I chose to wear a short white dress with net details. Pretty formal I guess. I untied my hair and polished the thin makeup on my face.

Now Harada looks fascinated to see me. He looked at me without blinking. "Don't look at me for too long. Your eyeballs might jump out."

"What is this shirt? Not suitable for an official event like this." she insisted.

"Mistake yourself suddenly" I replied casually while wearing shoes. "Or you want me to wear the clothes I used to wear to college."

"Oh yeah, that's it." He gave up.

Harada walked ahead of me with an annoyed face. I was also upset about having to go to someone I didn't know. There must be a lot of creatures called men.

Luckily there was Madin's grandfather. At least I feel safe. I'm actually really fed up with Insecure's feelings because of this trauma, but I haven't been able to fight it.

Angel and Harada on the Favorite list, yes

like and comment let me still spirit nulis yes.

gift roses for them, too...

macasii