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Chapters 12. Kiara's Decision

The woman was dumbfounded for some time. However, the next second he chuckled quite loudly. Thankfully Habibie had come out of the room, otherwise Kiara might have clawed her husband's face off.

"Astagfirullah ... Astagfirullah!" Kiara rubbed her chest that had been up and down since then. "I could be ge'er. Astagfirullah .. that people ask to be bibok times yes. His mouth is as sharp as a devil's chilli."

Kiara did not stop thinking, why Habibie even more so after they married. Habibie should be better, right? How can it be like this? Jeez .. Kiara is finished.

"okay! I am the honorable Jabanin of Mr. Habibie. Besides, it's good this way. Do not need to regulate each other, do not need to interfere with each other and let it flow as it is. I'm gonna live my life. And you just live your perfect life too!"

Kiara glared at the door of the room sharply. He walked towards his suitcase. Take the suitcase to the closet and put the clothes there. With her uncivilized, Kiara piled up Habibie's clothes without tidying it all up, she had been too upset, so there was no time for her to honor the man's life.

"You see, sir! I'll piss you off until your head breaks. Don't call me Kiara if I can't make you convulsions in two weeks, ah no. One week is enough."

The laughter of the woman sounded very clear. After opening one of her suitcases, Kiara went back into the room. The woman looked at herself from the mirror. Opening her veil and also removing the thin makeup from her beautiful face.

"Mother ... Daddy's! This is your chosen soul mate. Kiara promises, if Kiara can't conquer her. Kiara will retreat even though she is very handsome and rich. Kiara doesn't care."

The woman went into the bathroom, cleaned herself while humming. I don't know, because the status of the marriage is clear, Kiara will not hesitate anymore.

15 Minutes later, the woman came out of the bathroom with a towel over her thigh. While another towel is coiled over the head.

The woman looked up when the door of her room opened. The handsome figure of the dashing pus man stood fixed when he saw the scene before his eyes. Hunt him to turn his face, not wanting to see something he should not see.

"Eishhhhhhhh .. holy grail!" ketus Kiara's.

She walked towards the walk in closet. Get dressed and then go back to the room. After her hair was dry, Kiara bravely crawled onto the bed. Pulling the blanket so tight that the man who was lying down was disturbed.

"Don't tudur here!" ketus Habibie's.

Kiara snorted, the woman pulled the blanket from Habibie's body and began to speak. "If you don't sleep here, where will you sleep? In the bathroom? On chairs? Or in the closet?"

"It's up to you. The important thing is not to sleep next to me!"

"But this is my room!"

"I don't know!" ketus Kiara's. "I want to sleep here. Don't expect me to give up. Act like a soft woman who is easily oppressed. Your thinking is too dramatic. I'm Kiara, not the protagonist in the book!"

Astagfirullah ... Habibie made gawk for the umpteenth time. Without feeling the slightest fear. Kiara lay down on the bed with ease. Habibie is upset, but there's no way he's getting out of that room.

"Basic trouble!" habibie. He also lay down. Pulling the blanket but the blanket is pulled again by Kiara. It continued to happen until the two turned around and faced each other with his cobbled face.

"Take your own blanket, Kiara!"

"Eeeitsat. Who you want to tell me like that. Take yourself. This is your home, act like a good host. Is Mr. Habibie not naji!"

The duarrrrr!

Habibie was struck by midnight lightning. What is that man? No njai? Oh come on.. Isn't Kiara like that? This was also the reason he married Kiara in order to educate this woman in order to become a better person. Eliminate bad habits so that both parents become happy.

Kiara was actually lying on Habibie's back. He pulled the blanket so that Habibie could not wear the same blanket as him. It's good, after marrying him Habibie wants to do as he pleases? No! Kiara won't accept that.

Habibie exhaled. The man inevitably walked to the walk in closet, to pick up the blanket. Namu, his forehead suddenly shriveled as he saw something strange from his wardrobe.

The big hand was stretched out, opening the closet slowly and as he did so, all the clothes in his closet scattered out. Clothes that are usually neatly arranged stacked like a mountain of cloth.

The man's breath went up and down. His eyes were closed with both hands clenched.

"Kiarahoooo!" peek at Habibie with his three-octave tone. The woman behind the blanket smiled and went back to sleep comfortably.

"Racaine!" ledek Kiara with a big smile.