Revenge Fat Wife

The Heavy Terms

After saying so, Rully sneered into the house. However, soon Rully became hot and embarrassed. The door of his house was locked from the inside, and damn it, the key was still hanging in there.

Rully cursed, which unfortunately only she could voice in her heart.

"The key is, Deck?" chirps Djarot who makes Rully more furious and embarrassed.

Rully turned around and looked at Djarot. "Lost out inside! Pleased!" Rully's thin lips spurted Djarot tightly and fiercely. Those tiny, round eyes were glaring as if Djarot was making all this mess up.

Djarot knows how to deal with Rully's problem, but he only has an unclear beard responding to this. He knew Rully left the house through the back door. "Then we talk on the porch. I'm also in a hurry, there's important work at ten."

Djarot has not yet determined whether he will continue to lash out at Rully's heart or decide to quit. He better ask.

"Dek Rully seemed like she wanted to say something to me?" Djarot. The man sat down and calmly waited for Rully to voice her opinion on her approach all along, which was arguably rejected outright.

Rully glanced at Djarot. Obviously this guy is good quality in any respect, only age alone makes Rully worried about his future.

For a moment of thought, then he stepped onto the chair opposite Djarot.

"What age is my father?" ask Rully frankly. This is the main problem.

"I'm thirty-seven next month, Deck. Do I look old? Maybe Dek Rully had seen me all white, before I shaved my hair like this. Honestly I'm embarrassed, Deck. I was often on the ledk because of gray hair in my thirties. That's why I chose balding."

Rully gaping. Only five years apart, they seem to. And this Djarot what kind of wasteful face? That's why he looks old from his age.

"It's my ID if Dek Rully hesitates."

Djarot held out a blue card to the front of Rully. While Rully was hypnotized to receive the card.

Kalingga Djarot Putranto's. The name on the card with a photo of Djarot with his bushy black hair. It was also true that Djarot was thirty-seven, and what shocked Rully was that the man was handsome and much younger when he had hair.

Rully quickly looked at the man, worried that Djarot was offended.

"Well, it's me." The man smiled shyly as he played his hand. "I'm not comparable to Dek Rully, but I like Dek Rully, if you want to be given a close opportunity."

"What do you like about me?" Rully decided to ask. There is no way Djarot just likes treasure alone. They are on the same level line.

"I love your smile" Djarot replied in complete shame. He is weak in front of women. And all this time, he was the one who often pressured people head-on, but this time, he was like a death row in a heavy case when Rully's cold voice interrogated him.

"Just smile?" cecar Rully's.

Djarot opened both of his hands, "the rest, Deck Rully alone which I felt clicked with myself. Like coffee, we're gonna be the right couple."

Rully simply raised her eyebrows, a raw fistful of clenching in her eyes. Not touching Rully's feelings.

"If given the chance, I would make Dek Rully the happiest woman in the world" she continued. Djarot can only promise that. The rest, he doesn't know yet.

"I'm not the happiest woman in the world, sir. And I can't possibly surpass him."

Djarot immediately understood. "Let me take the place of the man, Dek .. I will do anything, so that Dek Rully will and will accept me. It's okay if I'm the one that Dek Rully wants, after I get married to Dek Rully will be the man that's entirely yours."

Rully screeched. "My terms are heavy, sir ... Are you willing?"

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