Revenge Fat Wife

Honey In Comberan

The pointy high-heeled shoes commonly used for shows that bandaged Anggi's legs were broken, so Anggi held them up while walking to the side of the road to order a taxi. There too he saw a confused looking Mardian.

Anggi and Mardian looked at each other as the two crossed paths. A trace of awkwardness came upon Mardian. But the feeling of being attached to Anggi made him say hello first, although Anggi arrogantly threw away his face.

"Let me bring you your shoes, Ha—Lift." Mardian's hand stretched out hastily covering up the mistake that slid from his lips. Anggi always wanted to be called Honey, because Anggi's desire was to be honey to a Mardian.

Obviously Anggi wants to be honey only, the task will be lighter. While being a wife is troublesome. "Not to be sweet anymore with me, Mom. It's useless if you're divorced from Miss Riska." Anggi's hand away. His eyes fiercely stared at Mardian who swallowed a wry saliva.

"I still have a salary, Anggi .. and I still have more than enough effort for the lives of the three of us." Mardian. More than anything he felt for Anggi, he thought of his daughter. I don't know why he thought about it after a while. It would be a sin if one day Aqila would get married and Gian was considered his guardian. Aqila was pure flesh blood of a Mardian, given that time, only he had hired Anggi for a whole month. The campaign was grueling, and Mardian needed entertainment.

Anggi's eyes glanced cynically, "how much left will I get after deducting your debt and a living for your children, Mas? Howmany? For my treatment alone it will not be enough. Aqila school fees alone are millions of one month, not to mention other household needs. It—huek!"

Anggi smothering his mouth. The feeling of nausea came again. He's been stressed lately. Thinking of Gian made his mind burdened.

"You're pregnant again, aren't you?" Mardian gasp. She was already fifty-five, but it didn't matter if she held the baby again. Baby of a beautiful and attractive woman.

Mardian grabbed Anggi's shoulder which now could not dodge Mardian's touch. His body had resignedly fallen on Mardian's chest. The truth is never able to lie, Anggi always needs Mardian.

"Well, your mistress is pregnant again?"

Both Anggi and Mardian were surprised not to play to hear a loud and cynical voice from behind them.

"Congratulations, sir." Another voice chimed in.

Mardian closed his eyes, not thinking how Jihan and Tyas could get here. The two of them are Mardian's daughters who live out of town with their respective husbands.

"Mas Zafran nitip message, you better not have to come to Ibuk's house again. Aliya also does not want to go home if you are still at my mother's house." Jihan said as she walked up to her real father. I don't know why Jihan was so disgusted with the man she called the father.

"Three of the Father's children are women, of course we know how much Mother suffers every day. You should divorce Ibuk as soon as possible, if you are gentle." Tyas also judged Mardian firmly.

"We are sick of seeing Ibuk crying every night just to mourn the blind man for the great love of Ibuk with the Father!" Jihan was straddling in front of the couple gathering the kebo.

Mardian was like a tronton when she heard Jihan's words. He did not know that Riska was so fragile behind his arrogant attitude in recent years. He thought, Riska started the calculation and felt much more successful than him.

While Anggi, only able to hide the face in Mardian's chest. Jihan is a friend of Arisan until finally he met Mardian when Arisan at Jihan's house. From then on, Anggi and Mardian's relationship began.

"As a reminder in your head, Nggi. If there's another heart you hurt like this and hurt like this!"

"Damn! Stop that!" Mardian received Anggi's body which was slammed down. Anggi's shriek was so loud, signifying how powerful the blow of the martial Jihan was.

Jihan smiled obliquely seeing Anggi covered in tears and red cheeks because of her slap just now. "That's your wedding gift from me. Happy new life."

Jihan and Tyas joined hands leaving two people hugging each other on the sidewalk. The heat of the afternoon sun was definitely still able to add to the warmth of their affection.

"Mas, sick," cried Anggi. The eyes layered with light gray softlens were yellow. His cheeks were sore and tearing on his lips.

"Get you home, honey. We're treating bruises on your cheeks." Mardia tried to get Anggi, but the woman's body was limp and loose.

"I'm not strong!" Anggi fell unconscious in Mardian's panicked embrace.

"Fig-Nggi!" Mardian shook Anggi's sweaty and cold body. "Gosh my god."

Mardian yelled for help at the few people around. "Call a taxi, sir. Please my wife!"

"Well, the cab's gonna be a long time coming, sir. How about just use my car. If you want, I happen to haul sand behind this building. It's a little dirty but than the mother's not helped." The man in dirty clothes full of sand offered.

Mardia thought for a moment, then nodded. Let alone, than Anggi not over time get help, let alone there is a baby in the stomach Anggi.

"It's okay, sir. Where's car?"

"That, Sir!" point the man at an old truck with rusty, sand-filled tubs mixed with water. Ah, of course besides dirty also smells that once. Smell comberan.

Mardian exhaled before carrying his honey on the truck. "Sorry, dear."

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