Revenge Fat Wife

Determined Djarot

The souvenir package is finished. Mayang and Gian are indeed clop when it comes to opportunities. Basic entrepreneurs keep mastering their every step. As the word goes, one in ten. That's their hope.

The more friendly ... clear! That's indisputable. However, Rully still made Mayang worried. Since then, her brother has been acting strangely. He looked happy, detached, and relieved.

Like this morning, Rully came up with a cheerful face. Jejogetan did not miss, approaching Mayang who was sitting at the dining table with a bowl of chopped strawberries in his hand.

"Aren't you hurting about us anymore?" Mayang. Rully came here often and was cheerful again. It's good, but yeah .. a little weird. Don't want to marry Gian again.

"You want to take Gian from me, ma'am? Do you know our weaknesses?" Mayang. Let him be careful.

Rully sneered until Rully's lips could be used as a foothold. "Pawn!" fierce sneer.

Mayang still sees it as protection.

Rully let out her breath out loud. "You think, after falling in love myself ... continue I have to wail pitifully?" Rully's lips chipped cynically. Still voicing how much this Mayang is too confident. Although it is true, but it is no longer a problem.

"Anything's me again!" Rully shot the storberi in Mayang's bowl, chewing it dramatically. "And secrets!"

Mayang's upset. "Good! Play secret there with me, beware later if you're in trouble! Don't come to me!"

"Who's afraid!" Rully challenged. He had already thrown away the problems and terror that strangled him. And Rully believes that a bald problem will take a long time to qualify from the all-heavy Rully.

The two looked at each other with hostility. And no one wants to give up.

Aversive eyes also enveloped Djarot's eyes, who was staring at himself in the mirror. Already this week he resisted the longing to flank into the house of his heart. Just looking from afar, and not to be seen in Rully's eyes.

Weight is indeed a condition of Rully, a condition that seems to want to banish Djarot from Rully. But, Djarot has made a choice, and he swears, will turn things around if all of Rully's conditions are met.

Like the story of Mahabarata, where the Pandavas should not be seen in the eyes of Kaurava, Djarot was so. If Rully sees him, she must repeat thirty days away from Rully's life. Djarot can, three more weeks left.

Growing hair is very difficult, because it is already klimis he shot his head. And Rully certainly issued all anticipation, by not growing it with embroidery or the help of any tool.

"He didn't say potions, did he?" Djarot's hands were upset when he applied hazelnut oil to his head. "Damn that woman!"

If this goes well, of course Djarot will not be this good. It took at least two months to reach the length of hair that Rully wanted.

"If he rejects me, I'll definitely save him until he doesn't want anything but me!" Djarot's eyes were unfriendly, he even punched a mirror that every day became an outlet of his anger. Djarot is rather horrible.

Indeed, he is hard-hearted if he wants to achieve something. Damn the fate of Rully, when he tested Djarot who seemed soft. However, Djarot is indeed a type of woman lover despite its very rude nature.

"Rone!" call Djarot to the driver and his confidant.

"Yes, sir," replied Roni who appeared behind Djarot's black Pajero car.

"Remember the date I said?" tanya Djarot is full of intimidation. However, Roni seemed ordinary to face hardship from his boss.

"Remember, sir .. the twelveth of next month." Roni answered well. How he forgot, if Djarot always reminded Roni of that date and what to do on that day.

"What do you have to do?" An undeniable tone followed.

"I have to take Penghulu, and Mr. Sigit to come to Bu Rully's house."

"Because what?" cecar Djarot with his sharp eyes.

"That day, you will marry Mrs Rully. Either forced or willing."

"Good!" Djarot just smiled with satisfaction. Then take the side of the wheel to go to the gym. "All you have to remember, find me a potion that can grow hair quickly!"

"Good, Sir!" Roni lowered her head, concealing how dizzy her head thought of the potion in question.

Djarot drove his car to the highway with another car. It left Roni who was breathing out loud.

"Where else, anyway, looking for a hair-growth magic potion?" the twenty-five-year-old muttered while massaging his forehead. "From mak erot to dukun beranak already I sambangi, but not nemu."

"It's weird how people get married! Pake should grow all hair. It would be nice if the photo of the manten glows head."

Roni stared at the road where Djarot had just passed. "From his mystical laughter, Mr. Djarot will reply to the name of Bu Rully later with a landslide. Don't even know how awesome the old virgin's charm is."

"Many prayers, Miss Rully .. May you be healthy and endowed with strong hip bones!" Roni imagined something. Gosh darn.

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