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CHAPTER 121

Life is exactly a spinning wheel, which initially looks good is not always good. This is what happened to the couple who got married a while ago.

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“When do you find work? Until when do you keep this up, Mas?!”

The bedroom door opened and they were bickering in there. Widya's head is getting sicker, somehow all the bad things must happen to Khaira, her stepdaughter. In a young pregnant state the burden is even more fabricated.

Gibran who has no job and always comes home the night for the same reason, looks for work. I don't know what work he means to be sought at night. The existence of Ibra makes Gibran really make him dizzy. Successfully snatched Kanaya and also made the attention of Mahatma and Abygail instead focused on him.

“Khaira!! Can you not talk much this morning? Mas dizzy!”

This morning the atmosphere of the house was warmed with the anger of both of them who were equally heated. Both Gibran and Khaira are the same. Both are indeed eternal couples who deserve the awards of the most insane couple in the sub-district.

“Pusing you said? Eh Mas!! I'm like this also for our sake, I'm pregnant ... and you think our child was born later does not need a fee?”

Such a bluff is still heard, it feels like there is no day without a fight. Abygail only sighed harshly while enjoying a piece of fresh bread with that strawberry jam. It seems that neither Gibran nor Khaira cared about the place and regarded the inhabitants of the house as mere statues.

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Hearing his sister endlessly fighting, the man went up. Although Khaira was not a younger sibling, Abygail did not distinguish her from Kanaya. And Gibran's current behavior is the same he can't let drag on.

Abygail hit the table and went to their room, as loud as Khaira's screams to sound so echoing. With sharp eyes full of anger he pushed the door of the room that was slightly open to make Gibran aghast in shock and took a few steps back.

“You're not shy?”

Abygail let out a rough sigh, Gibran's clothes were disheveled as well as Khaira's. It seems that they are not only fighting but also fighting muscles, although this sounds ordinary but long ago Abygail was clearly angry.

“Gibran!! Do you know your wife is pregnant? Your eyes are not blind, are you?!” gertak Abygail clenched her hands, where Gibran's heart lay to make his wife in such a way.

“And you, Khaira!! Can you stop talking about that? During this time you also live with papa money right?!”

In Abygail's eyes, nothing was true. Both are the same, both Gibran and his sister are equally insane. The tenderness that Gibran promised was in fact false, there was nothing he saw the tenderness of this man right now.

“Be an adult, Gibran .. at least do not play hands,” said Abygail resignedly, he can not blame Gibran because it is the mouth of Khaira bicycle.

“Sorry, Mas, but I ask not to interfere with our household ... Mas don't know how in my position.”

Suddenly selling grief as if humans were hurt the most, it is clear that he still blames Ibra for his destruction. Had asked Abygail's understanding that he was in a difficult position, Ibra really made him financially paralyzed.

“Do not interfere you say? Huh?”

Abygail took a few steps forward, Gibran who understood that his brother-in-law was angry could make the bones fracture immediately back before being targeted by Abygail's raw bogem.

“With you guys always fussing about the same thing every day and making your heart even more not okay, you ask me not to interfere? Are you healthy, Gibran?”

Having no answer, Gibran just bowed shy and felt cornered because it seemed Abygail was on Khaira's side, the woman who always humbled him at this time. The more dizzy he got, what was this that Kanaya meant by karma was already approaching him, Gibran thought rubbing his face rough.

No matter how Mahatma reacted, the man was already angry because his ears were already sick to the commotion between Gibran and Khaira. Passing away because his responsibility is waiting, Khaira's bowing will not make Abygail touched in the least.

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The household tempest is not going to end, just married a few months already threatened to disperse. Abygail who will soon get married suddenly beware of fearing the nature of his wife will be the same as Khaira.

“You okay, Aby?”

Mahatma smiled bitterly at the disheveled face of his son, he himself had no way of making Khaira and Gibran able to play the role of husband and wife that should be. He did not make no effort, but how Khaira who rejected all his advice made Mahatma tired.

“Alright, Pa.” Abygail looked at the face of the papa, he understood at this time it was Mahatma's heart that was more hurt, not him.

“By.” Mahatma held his son's shoulder to leave, there was something he wanted to say through the look in his eyes.

“Why, Pa? Does anyone want Papa to tell you?” asked Abygail carefully, it seems that the father does have things he wants to say.

“Kanaya .. Papa misses, have you met your sister?” tanya Mahatma very much hope for an answer “Iya” from Abygail.

Abygail nodded slowly, he never discussed Kanaya with Mahatma in the least. Moreover, after yesterday's incident, Abygail chose not to bring it up first.

“The last few days, Pa... same Ibra as well,” said Abygail politely, indeed she met them even in circumstances that could not be said to be good.

“How are you? Are they okay?” Just that, since yesterday the feeling of the middle-aged man was unkind. His mind was only on Kanaya, I don't know why.

“Very good, Pa.. Papa don't worry,” said Abygail calms Mahatma, the man's face murat can Abygail read clearly, he asked the father not to think too much because he was worried that his health was declining.

“On your wedding day, Papa hope they present, Aby.”

Abygail could not promise this to Mahatma in full, he was not sure if Ibra had accepted him as a real brother. He did not want to give his father too much hope.

“God willing, Pa.”

Mahatma laughed discordantly, his ears seemed to be surprised by Abygail's sweet words. What might be the influence of his soul mate getting closer to this man seemed to keep the words, he thought. He patted proudly on the shoulder of Abygail, whereas what happened in his heart was confused choosing the word, the papa just wrongly thought if he was better.

“Oh yes, are you going to meet Adibah today?” Mahatma's smile contained the most real mockery, he who had not brought women home for a long time but once knew women actually to a serious level making Abygail's charm increasingly in the eyes of the father.

“No, Pa .. she's busy.” Abygail looking for reasons to avoid the ledge of the papa who will usually become more.

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