
MY WIFE'S FAT
“Basic fat chick! Got what pellets, he's the hell. Until Mama fooled me with her. Arghh.”
Rafly hit the wall of his room, no matter how many times. His white face looked red with anger.
The man had a big nose, throwing his tall body into a king-size mattress colored pinggala.
“I Rafly Pradana Aryawangsa married a fat chick model her? Arghh kayak no other girls aja.”
If Rafly wants he can easily choose women like anything, given his position as a successful businessman coupled with his handsome face that can make many women fall in love.
However, he could not refuse his mother's will. Moreover, his mother will threaten a hunger strike if Rafly does not want to marry Fahira—the fat girl he is betrothed to—forced Rafly assures it must be difficult.
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“Mas sorry, it's me who takes a shower first or, Mas Rafly first?” asked Fahira after changing her wedding dress.
Rafly stared at Fahira sharply. “As far as you are, aja,” answers ketus.
The thick woman nodded. Actually he knew that the man in front of him from the beginning met it was like he did not like her, but he did not expect that Rafly would talk this rough.
Fahira immediately went to the bathroom, worried that she would be there for a long time her husband would be more angry.
“Eh, Fat jerk I want to say.”
“I just wanted to say. I don't want to sleep on your bed, yes,” said Rafly a little whisper.
“Te-continue, where do I sleep, Mas?” fahira asked, not daring to look into the eyes of her husband's eagle.
“Yes whatever, on the cake floor, or on the sofa, you can,” said Rafly while moving his chin, pointing at the sofa in the corner of the room.
“Iy-iya, Mas.”
“I don't like you. You are aware, no. You're not pantes for me? We are like the heavens and the earth! I'm handsome well you?” cibir Rafly with a look of disdain.
Fahira's heart melos. He bit his lower lip. Yes, Fahira realizes he does not deserve Rafly. But should it be insulted like this.
“There.” Rafly flicked his hand, hinting for the girl to leave immediately.
Fahira immediately walked into the bathroom with his fat back shaken. She cried.
Rafly smiled grinningly.
“I'll make him suffer, until he gives up and asks for a divorce.”
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