Revenge Fat Wife

Laraku Drug

"If only Ibuk ndak insistent on deciding to go this sudden way, this would not happen!"

Murdyo. The man over sixty but still fit and energetic released anger, which he rarely did to his wife. This time, Rustina could not let go.

"Who would think tomorrow would die, sir ... This father is still my mother! Where did you go? Why not wake up Ibuk if you also ndak kebablasan sleep?"

Murdyo looked at his wife in annoyance. He only exhaled in annoyance but could not also continue debating Rustina. At the end of the day, he will be blamed. Arguing women is never endless.

I don't know what was on Rustina's mind, Murdyo was inexhaustible. Obviously, Djarot has booked the hotel for his sacred event. Even whatever group of besan brought, Djarot ready to take care of the accommodation. Only, Djarot asked, that they come early. First, because the agreement takes place early, second, the place must be redecorated for the evening reception.

Murdyo was a little thoughtful, there would be important people guests considering who the Rully family was. Starting from the guardian, sister-in-law, and also Djarot himself.

"If we're late and embarrassed, you won't stay silent!" Murdyo was anxious to hit and break something. It was furious at the stubborn Rustina. It's good actually, but right now Murdyo really wants to throw this hard nature of Rustina into the Indian Ocean.

Murdyo threw his face out the window of this comfortable family car. He was afraid that if he continued to look at Rustina, his lips would not be able to stop nagging, while he was afraid that his hands would squeeze his wife to a pulp.

Rustina heard that, but she didn't care. The great ones are only Djarot, while Rully must only live off her parents' legacy. Must be nothing. Unlike the Princess, who was so independent and became what she is today because of her own efforts. Rustina educates her children to be independent, strong, and elegant. Not like Rully who impressed.

"Where else would you meet anyone, why should you be ashamed? If it's too late, just say again there's a problem or what, right? That's what a bother! Until sewot, ngomel ngalahin granny. What a great thing is this Rully to defend as much as she can!" Rustina rested her hands on the windshield and propped her head up. Her mind was endlessly murmuring, her lips pursed, her face sour, occasionally glancing at her husband's annoyance. Salah himself does not want to support, even belain women ndak clear so, inner Rustina.

Djarot smiled wryly glanced at the line of guests who would come out of this room after the whole event had been passed.

"But please, sir .. Don't be so manyun! Later it is thought that you have to marry me, let alone our event really impromptu." Rully said at the corner of her lips that kept smiling as she prepared to greet the guests who were about to return home. Mostly he knows. Just the presence of a large tall man balanced with Djarot, making Rully pensive.

"Please don't tell my parents, Rull. This moment is what I was most looking forward to. Even if tonight is not present, I do not dispute it. Lah, this ... See there's Mr. Danu and Mr. Wabup too. I'm not happy with them." Djarot really could not control himself because of his annoyance. It's so embarrassing.

Rully turned her head, then smiled looking at Djarot. That guy looks funny.

Djarot's eyes fell on a face so pointy and petite. Ayu and unsightly linger. For a moment, Djarot wanted to scoop up the lips and drown them in the warmth of the pagutan Djarot gave. But he still held back by pinching the surface of his fingers with nails. He's too sane to go crazy.

"How are you used to dealing with this? You're not mad, you're rich or what?" Djarot turned to Rully's eyes, diverting his dirty thoughts that were dancing around brazenly in his mind.

"No! Make what? I diligently tighten the skin of the face, so as not to have wrinkles, the cost is expensive! I won't let a little thing like this make my face care go to waste."

Rully nudged Djarot's burly arm so hard. "What is needed when the marriage is the bride of the man, not the Mother of the Father. If his father's mother is present but his family is not, then I am angry and call a shaman to make you miserable."

Djarot laughs. "You are my entertainer, my dear .. This babble makes my mood go back to good."