My wife Kumel

Chapter 93 Black Face Arsyla

On a clear morning, Arsyla opened her bedroom window, looking Arpan who came down from the car with a black suitcase.

"Arpan has returned. Emh, I have an idea."

Everyone was so busy preparing breakfast, in contrast to Arsyla who looked up in her sleepwear.

The mother tapped her child's ear, hoping her son would help with the housework that piled open and even relaxed.

"You're trying, not helping mom" said Ira Bu with a slightly raised tone. Arsyla snorted in annoyance rubbing her ears.

"Sick mom!" answer Arsyla. His lips wrinkled, annoyed with the mother who was suddenly angry and picked on him.

"You're the one, pissing off making mom cape. Already know hitchhiking at people's homes. You should be self-aware Arsyla," hardik Bu Ira. Since Bu Ira was at Sisi's house, the old woman dared to scold her own son.

Arsyla just listened and folded her hands, no matter what kind of babble the mother made.

"Mother is very nice," answered Arsyla passed away leaving her mother with a waist.

Arbugg ... Arsyla's down.

"God."

Turns out the middle side mopped the floor, with a little wet. He saw Arsyla grimacing in pain.

Rasain loe is delicious who told me to be nice, people at this busy work even rich princess. Sisi's murmur.

Arsilla tried to wake up on her own. His waist hurt a lot, The side that saw him wanted to laugh out loud.

"You want me to help Arsyla" said Sisi thrusting his hand, hoping that Arsyla would grab her hand. But it turns out that Arsyla even let go of Sisi's hand.

"No need, aunt or mba or whatever," grunted Arsyla as if annoyed. With Side.

"Arsyla if you want to call me, what aunts Mba. Oh yes, if you can try nyoya," said Sisi. Bending her body, Arsyla was still sitting on the floor.

both of Arsyla's eyes were round, her hands clenched as if she wanted to punch the woman in front of her. But he was resistant because he still needed help Sisi hitchhiking in his house.

Patience, Arsyla. Later you can get rid of this fucking dedemit, grumbled Arsyla.

Sisi thrust his hand again, when Arsyla fell to prank women in front of him.

He pulls Sisi and Brug's hands. As the side fell, Arsyla got up, looking at the side that was puddled on the floor.

"I'm sorry, aunt or mba. Arsyla was not on purpose," said the woman with the sharp nose.

The sides pull the veil of Arsyla until the long hijab is removed.

"My veil," cried Arsyla.

Sisi was completely shocked by the sighting of Arsyla not wearing a veil.

"Arysla, what happened to your hair?"

Sisi's question made Arsyla immediately close her hair.

"Have not much to ask, Arsyla wants to take a shower! Arsyla's reply made Sisi wonder if she was embarrassed? There was-there was that girl.

"Assynogaal?"

Arpan went home, got Sisi up and rushed to see her husband.

"Glambeach!" sisi replied, it was sweet to see the arrival of the husband.

Her hands immediately kissed the back of her husband's hands. Likewise with Arpan he immediately hugged the wife.

"Loh ko mamah wet?" arpan asked his wife. The side pursed his lips said." Mamah slipped just past mopping the floor.

"Kasian, really. Come on in!" arpan replied, the man in brown skin immediately carried his wife into the house.

"Fuck anything, shame."

The laughing side, he felt ashamed. Because suddenly Arpan carried his body from the front.

"Arpan," call Mrs Ira. The half-abashed side descended from her husband's arms and bowed its gaze.

"It just happens to cook, and we make a lot of food" said Ira.

"Emh, just later. Arpan kangen with his beloved wife!" answer Arpan. Shamelessly he carried his wife again.

"That's shame?"

Bu Ira was amazed to see the happiness emanated from the faces of Arpan and Sisi.

"Now call it different again. Usually, it's a pity now to be mama, papah," Ira said to the two of them.

"You're gonna want to have a baby!" reply Arpan passed away going towards the room. Sisi thrashed in shame in the arms of the husband seen by Bu Ira.

Ms. Ira shook her head and said, "young man now."

In the midst of their intimacy, Arsyla has planned something kejilan woman with a sharp nose that has made a plan.

"Hihi, feel you." Laughter Arsyla on the food table.

It turns out that Arsyala put a catch on him last night, putting it on food that Sisi and his mother had cooked.

"Later after eating, Arpan must be a big mosquito."

Arsyla laughs softly she feels happy to have made an amazing plan for the arrival of Arpan who just came home from out of town.

Passed away with happiness and also pleasure.

"Prepare they will scream fear or disgust. Huu. Glad for it."

Arsyla passed away leaving the dining table and rushed to take a shower and also dressed up, welcoming the riot at the dining table.

"I feel impatient."

After bathing Arsyla felt a very refreshing sensation on her body, she immediately polished her face. When you start wearing make-up.

And Ahhkkkk.

Ira ran from the kitchen to see her son.

"Jeez, what's wrong with your face?" ask the Mother.

Sisi and Arpan suddenly came out to see who was shouting. He was surprised not to laugh out loud in front of Arsyla.

"Why is your face Arsyla?" ask Arpan.

Arsyla grunts annoyed, she gets annoyed with the make-up tool. Suddenly it was all black.

"Yes, what's with your face, ko itam. Rich areng," said Sisi. Closing his mouth did not want to laugh and wanted to berate the woman named Arsyla.

"All this must be because you are Sisi" cried Arsyla. Bi Ira immediately shut down Arsyla.

"I'm sorry Arsyla ya Nak Arpan and Nak Sisi."

Arsyla is eager to fight and grab Sisi's face.

Ira's mom pulled Arsyla straight into the kitchen.

"You're nothing at all. Take a show with gender-rich make-up?" ask the mother with an upset face.

"This Arsyla is possessed by ma'am, Arsyla's make-up is nuker on purpose!" arsyla answered with her lips. Can't believe if his own mother thinks Arsyala is deliberately wearing black make-up.

"Ahk, mom's pokonya doesn't believe. This must be your wits. Arsyla," hardik Bu Ira pointed to the look on his son's face.

Arsyla clasped her hands tightly, on the kitchen table, she was really upset. I don't know who would swap his make-up for black ash.

"Mom, trust Arsyla. The dedemit that side is evil!"

"Silent Arsyla. I don't believe in you, you're the bad one all this time, the less we hitchhiked here you should appreciate the one who owns this house, open it and even make a mess."

Ira's mom passed away ignoring her son's call.

"Ahk, all must be because Si Mak dampung, dedemit. Aunt girang." Arsyla Gerrutu.