Revenge Fat Wife

Customary Enforcer

In the end, Rus could only stare at Rully's familiarity with her extended family from the dining table. The woman was not at all awkward or felt the need to persuade him. Even impressed to let Rus continue to feel eliminated.

Or he just feels eliminated. Because actually, Rully had no intention of doing so. He sat among Djarot's sisters who were enthusiastic about listening to his story. Because, once Murdyo agreed to Rully, Djarot's brother like getting permission and protection to approach Rully personally. Other than Murdyo's father, no one can conquer their mother.

"We need a new atmosphere, Ms. ..," said Murdyo from behind. Then he stood in line with Rustina.

"He will lead us to a unique new character. Cheerful as if we were in the spring full of flowers. Look as he stands side by side with your stiff child, he is like he is giving off his own light. Looks independent and strong. I love a woman like that."

Murdyo glanced at his silent wife, but was seen observing Rully.

"It's not too late to open up and accept."

"We'll see, sir .. Melly's minimum mother's qualification, which at least Ibuk already knows him up to his extended family."

Rustina, in fact, was denying that her husband's words were true. Sometimes Rus wondered how Rully looked so compatible with her son, compared to all her choices even if they were made one. Was this because of her husband's words, really he thought? It reaches into the subconscious and keeps him paying attention.

"Don't be too hard on your own choices, Buk. I can know Rully more than I know Melly. Just deketin, ask me what I need to know. The same time the woman who was clearly rejected Lingga, Ibuk would bother to find out, but the prospective ghost even ignored? Weird?"

Rus looked at her husband fixedly, he was annoyed to say like wasting time on useless things. His lips were ready to make a rebuttal, but at once, he got the idea.

"That strange Father, no wind, no rain suddenly play just agree with the choice of Lingga." Rustina melengos while leaving the dining table is clean.

Murdyo. Just let all his wife do. For a long time she would accept, just maybe Rully should be stronger trying. Or maybe not. Rustina was not a big barrier to their firstborn. After all men do not need a guardian to go up to the guarantee. Moreover, Djarot has also been so established without their support. If in a western country, Djarot and Rully could get married without even telling them.

As the night wore on, Murdyo's residence began to quiet down, only the remaining two maids still sitting behind the house were playing mobile phones. Rustina did not calm down, so she decided to meet her son. His eyes fixedly watching the way towards Djarot's room with a mind everywhere.

"Can't they sleep in the room. It can be up to seven derivatives if it happens."

Rustina went straight to the back and had her maid prepare the guest room. Then he stepped into the living room where Murdyo usually spent time working.

But this time, there was no sign of her husband there, making Rustina's eyes search for Murdyo's whereabouts. "Surely he went to the patrol station, played chess with the neighbors."

He faintly heard the sound of people laughing, then the smell of smoke was smelled afterwards. Rustina suddenly knew the father of the same child was where. He forgot that when the only boy came home, they would be like old friends who talked to each other at length.

Rustina's steps were led to their location beside the house. Playing chess, coffee, and smoking. One circle of close relationships that are amazingly perfect.

"You're here, aren't you? Are you not afraid that Ibuk will do anything for your candidate if you live alone?"

Both Murdyo and Djarot turned their heads together and their eyebrows rose without warning.

"So my mom wants me to room with Rully and make a grandchild, right?" Djarot deliberately back teasing his mother. It's gonna be something exciting.

She knew, Rully would definitely not let the one who underestimated her win. Even if it was his future father-in-law. While Rustina, will have many ways to make things complicated.

He would bet.

"Just kid! Tell him to sleep in the guest room downstairs. You can't room before halal! Unless you want your Father's Mother to suffer for the rest of her life!"

"Oh, so you can, ... Do you agree with Rully? Is that a green light?" Djarot teased, while Murdyo only chuckled at the mother and child debate. It is always exciting that two humans are good at flipping through words at odds.

"Just kid!" Shouted Rustina with widened eyes. "No agreement, no green light or anything. Doesn't mean no! Hurry up and get your candidate to move!"

"Ndon't want to!" Reply Djarot. "Later the same Mother was pitched again! I am the one who failed in marriage! Let him watch over me with my own eyes. I can't believe Ibuk's arrangement!"

Rustina bought when she saw Djarot leaving the side porch and walking hurriedly to her room where Rully was feeling inside.

"Well-wrong! This boy if he is told not to be reckless!" Rustina was ready to chase but was held from behind.

"They're not kids, Buk ... I'm sure our son is not that big. There's nothing to worry about. Let's see tomorrow. This rich man has never been young."

Rustina. "So you're gonna let our kids hook up before we get married? You can be accused of letting despicable acts happen in your home! Remember the status of Father! That father should be a good example, not even supporting this?"

Rustina let go of her hand and caught up with Djarot. No matter if Djarot will be angry because of it, he only wants the truth and also the customs of the eastern remain upright.