Revenge Fat Wife

That's Not the Driver's Job

Djarot who was upset, after coming home from the Gym continued to be angry indistinct. Her brain was jostling with loads, starting from preparing for the new date of her wedding with Rully, then thinking about how to make Rully subjugate to her.

In front of the mirror, Djarot poses with his bare chest. Featuring very strong and loamy abdominal and chest muscles. "It's rich like this less sixpack, Rul? You want me to be rich, Ade Rai? Can you set you up not overlap later!"

No expression came out of Djarot's eyes as he muttered that. His hands touched his belly and thin-haired chest in frustration. "Fucking hair! Here the numbers are still items and fertile. Why is the head white and arid?"

"Where else should I find a way to grow hair?" Djarot thought for a moment. It'll be another week. And her hair is still rare it will be long in two months.

"Do I have to extend it to two months, okay?" Djarot stop. She threw her beautiful body onto the sofa that was right behind her.

Djarot scooped his face rough, his lips letting out a loud groan. "Judes woman has made me miss, even though I just had the day off hearing her anger for a week. How am I supposed to? How can I hold two months without hearing her voice!"

"Now, sir."

Djarot was surprised not to play when he heard Roni tucked behind him. The goddamn driver when did he get in?

"How much do you hear?" Djarot's eyes returned cold and sharp.

Roni cengengesan's. He heard a lot, but he certainly wouldn't say that. "Little."

The man moved in front of Djarot with the package in his hand. "Oh sir, don't push yourself. The father was single but quality. Ndak any singles origin keep working. Take it easy, I am handsome eleven twelve with his Son Vena Melinda, will faithfully accompany the makombloan Father."

The plot!

A pen landed on Roni's head, "Oh! Mr ...! How cruel andah!" Roni grimaced while rubbing the affected part of Djarot pen throw.

"Your speech hurts more than that .. tau!" Djarot's eyes widened with red lines visible on the man's eyeballs.

"I'm just saying the reality is there, sir .. and indeed from the root has not been created, the reality is always painful. Only you do not understand." Roni denies.

"The fragrances and mattress threads I have loh, if only to sew your mouth, can go back and forth seven times." Djarot's hand felt the drawer next to the sofa, "especially if you do not have good news, it could be all the holes in your body I sew all!"

"Oh, The Father!" Roni beaming horror. Bald if mengan mengan indeed always make the fur I sit standing. "Now!" he said quickly while handing over the black package he had been holding.

"That's a hair-growth serum from a well-known brand, sir. If that doesn't work, fix ... You'll be rivals with Mr. Ogah."

"Get up!" Roni squealed in pain. This time it hurt really.

"One more time you talk nonsense .. I make sure tomorrow you can't talk forever!" Djarot stood up and picked up the package wrap lying on the floor. "Where to go!"

Roni was still grimacing, "very cruel to the men. I mean kidding, let's not spaneng the Father."

Djarot ignored Roni's words, he was busy opening the heavy package. The release of one-on-one hair and scalp care products issued by reputable body care brands. He looked at the one way the bottles in his hand were used.

Djarot's phone clinked softly and briefly, signaling a message coming in. Djarot took his cell phone. He was afraid it was his client. However, he was surprised to see the notification floating there. A new number with a notification of who sent the message. Rully's.

"It's not meant to discourage you, but you should just give up." As the message sounds. Djarot. Not so fast, Rully. Djarot had already dropped a choice on Rully since he first saw her. Rully's different. Erratic but he is kind and has a protective soul that comes out instinctively.

"Because I'm sure, you failed. So the meeting didn't break our agreement. I have three more weeks. On the 12th of next month, we'll meet to say goodbye" Rully wrote in whatsapp's message.

Djarot is like being stung by thousands of bees and electric eels while reading Rully's message. His anger was so high that he was so angry when he wanted to reply to Rully.

"I am consistent. Promises are promises, so I'll start over. Four weeks from now, we meet. Please Deck Rully appear before me all Deck Rully, as well as me who will not give up repeating every time we cross paths. I'll keep fighting for you, Dek. I fell in love with you."

Djarot plays his phone. "Damn you woman! I swear, Rully ... day by day, you will only be tormented by the feeling of wanting to meet me!" determination Djarot.

"Rone!" shouted Djarot. The summoned man just appeared from behind the door. His smile was wide. "Your nguping?"

"Where is the chatter of people, sir!" replied Roni lazily. "What's calling me?" But Roni already had a guess despite not asking.

"Search social media Rully. Facebook if you can. Trus later your task is to record and edit my video fitting sport, fitting undress, if necessary fitting shower and sleep. Post on my personal Wall, make sure Rully sees my posts!"

Roni gaped in disbelief. What is the job of a driver like him?

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