Revenge Fat Wife

The smoke!

Djarot smiled at how smart Rully was to respond to all the attacks that came. Indeed, that's what Djarot wants. It is hardy and not easily pitted against sheep. Because he is sure, after they are together, many will be happy to disturb them.

Apparently, his life flow had to be adjusted. He is not sure after getting married later, he still likes work rather than anything else. Now, he seems reluctant to go back to work. Here with Rully, it feels so much fun.

For a moment Djarot stared at the screen of his phone. His thumb moved without doing anything. He weighed, the next step carefully. But when he got to the right track, he immediately put an announcement on his website. Not to forget, he contacted several people who intend to invite Djarot to partner.

Djarot immediately lit his cigarette, then walked to the balcony, enjoying his bright day, as bright as his smile. He does not want to be seen eavesdropping, he must look untouched as usual. Below, the noise was no longer heard.

"If there's no more business, shouldn't I just go home?"

Djarot glanced at his left side which had now stood the figure of Rully who looked to be holding back in annoyance.

"And leave me here alone?"

Rully turned her head, looking at Djarot not understanding. "Mas, uh, Mr Djarot still want to be here?"

"Not really, but you said it's better to go home, which means you're going home alone ..not me!" Djarot stamped his cigarette between his large fingers. He squinted to enjoy the smell of nicotine. Look indifferent to that twisting answer.

"Yes the point is the same, sir .. anyways to get out of this complex, I can't. Not the way." Rully smiled slightly, then her tone began to soften. Unlike earlier, that spoiled voice sounded loud and full of burden.

"That means you're told to stay here longer. Let's memorize the way," seduced Djarot again.

"So if you stop by, it's not hard, sir?" Rully chimed in with a sarcastic tone that Djarot studied deeply.

"So you'll run away if you're married?"

Rully braked her laughter suddenly. The question is a bit sad, right? He saw sadness on Djarot's face.

"Not really, anyway ..," replied Rully while turning her attention to the shady trees of the house next door. "If Mr. Djarot doesn't hurt me, I won't run away, really."

Djarot chuckled, "I will often hurt you as long as we are together, later."

"Well, what is it? Why indeed? Are lawyers really as many women? Her assistants are many, beautiful, sexy, and carried everywhere?" Rully looked at Djarot seriously. While the man continued to chuckle until he looked up his head.

Rully is completely plain.

"That's because you mostly watch gossip shows, so keep thinking that way." Djarot couldn't bear to wipe Rully's hair. Withholding desperately not to judge the size of his future wife.

"But we're really getting married, sir? I'm a little unsure." Rully looked back at the leaves that moved sobbing in the wind blankly.

"Sure, dong ... Mr. aja already nego pak penghulu kok. He said I should get married soon. Someone wants to." Djarot seemed to humble himself. Who wants a lot, he's just picky, right?

"Girls last night don't want to be the same? I'm just judging it even the Father who doesn't want to be with them."

Rully glanced at Djarot. Wishing the man would give him a code or something, so he could be sure he wasn't too confident. Since last night, Djarot has said nothing. The man just kept smiling.

"I initially considered, but after meeting you, I didn't want to be with them."

Rully's heart stopped beating, her lungs even forgot how to breathe properly.

"You should always be like this. Strong and invincible. You're not arrogant, but you're upright in the face of anyone who makes you low. Everything I've been looking for is in you. And I don't want to, you said that we're not getting married. We should get married. I've been stuck in you, Rully ...." Djarot packed Rully's hand in his hand. The man's eyes fixedly stared at Rully. Rully was unable to repay him.

"It's the coercion of his name." Rully lowered her head, her cheeks were already hot. Even to his whole body.

"Having you should be forced, dear ... otherwise, perhaps the Supreme can support me at any time."

Rully laughs. How could a man as great as him be afraid of competing with a Great-class man? Why isn't she worried that Rully can keep her feelings for Gian? Oh, yes ... Djarot doesn't know that. And no one can know. Gian though.

"No way, I want to be the same guy who benefits the big rich girl." Rully quelled her laughter. He stared straight at Djarot. "So when are we getting married, sir?"

"Rubber!"

Rully frowned, Djarot glanced at the joke.

"As soon as possible" Djarot replied later.

Rully exhaled after being held back for a while. He almost went berserk because of that short answer.

The two laughed loosely, filling the morning air ahead of this scorching afternoon.

"So at first, I intend to finish my job this month, then early next month I apply for you. But well, it's all messed up, so you'd suggest these weeks alone. This Saturday said Father's day is best, according to Javanese calculations."

Rully again furrowed her brows. "Still wear that? Yesterday's may not be wearing?"

"You don't know." Djarot hinted for Rully to sit on the wooden chair behind them.

"So you were born on what day, what market, and then later merged with my birthday, so meet the good day of marriage when?" Djarot.

"If it's still next year?" Rully debated.

"You faked your birthday, so we can get married this Saturday. So let's count about we can not marry this Saturday," said Djarot while removing his phone to open the primbon.

"How many days is Saturday, sir? That's too bad, mending next month. Duh, I'm not ready for anything, sir. No treatment yet, I still check like this. Ow."

Djarot is busy with his cell phone. Primbon in question is his own father, who today is actually going to Sigit's house to propose to Rully directly. And they were talking about their wedding day.

"What day were you born?" Djarot interrupted Rully's complaint.

"Wage Week." Rully answered quickly, then she was busy again calculating how long she had to prepare herself.

After sending it to his Father, Djarot smiled amusedly at Rully. "No need for treatment. You are still beautiful, I'll later get married. Look at this my hand is this big, if you just want to make you messy it's easy."

Rully stared at the arm that was often displayed on the live instagram. He immediately bit his lips and lowered his head. He will not forget the dirty comments that flooded this man's stall before. Haish shit! Why would he even bother scrolling comments up the toilet.

Djarot chuckled at Rully who turned her face away. Rully must be thinking everywhere.