Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

Chapters 13. Making Husband Irritated

Morning everything ... budar, before entering the chapter, Author visual love first yes. Don't tell me that the visuals are not connected because their personalities are also too mature.

Habibie Kazeem Alqais

Kiara Aleema Jaleela's

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Bi Arum and Devi are made up in the midnight fog because of Kiara's behavior and behavior.

The two men had to tidy up Habibie's clothes which made the act of even holding a bedcover near the closet, the woman curled up, sleeping like a kitten.

"Sorry Kia, Bi. Tea, Kia's tired. Abis nikah kok even scolded continuously. What Kia's husband was created from the land of dispute huh. His work continues to fuss. There is no romantic. I'm done scolded he keeps."

Bi Arum and Devi smiled. They know, this Habibie is a good man. It's just that, maybe Kiara is indeed a special person, therefore Habibie can easily direct his emotions.

After all the clothes were neatly arranged. BI Arum and Devi could finally smile in relief. It's almost 11 p.m., they have to go back and sleep before resuming activities tomorrow morning.

"Mrs!" call Bi Arum. He of course could not call Kiara carelessly anymore. When they found out Habibie was going to marry Kiara, they almost fainted. Afraid Kiara will get angry and fire them, but it turns out this guy is very nice.

"Not waking up, Bi. Let alone. We say the same, Mr. Habibie," said Novi.

Bi Arum nodded. The woman took a thin blanket and she used it to envelop her new employer. After closing the room door, the two rushed to return downstairs.

"Have Bi?" ask Habibie.

"Ah, it's Master!"

"I'm sorry Bi. I asked Auntie for help so Kiara wouldn't mess around with other people's work anymore."

Bi Arum smiled as well. "It's okay, sir. But .. sorry in advance, if you can, don't be too harsh with Madam. Poor oruh Tuan. Looks like Lady Kiara did not get a lesson like this at her house."

Habibie nodded with a smile. Yes, she was abandoned by her mother when she was a child. It is only natural that now he became like this because Amzar was always busy with work.

The man entered his room carefully. Afraid that the movements he made would make a scene again. It was already midnight, he also had to quickly rest.

Habibie moved his foot closer to the walk in closet. His head shook as soon as he saw Kiara still curled up on the bedcover. The man turned around, wanting to go straight to sleep but he felt unbearable to see his wife sleeping in such a condition.

Inevitably he held Kiara, laying her little wife on the bed. Kiara has been 25 years, but why is her behavior still so childish. Kiara's face also did not show at all that she was over 20. This woman is exactly like a freshly entered High School boy.

"Am I not supposed to be a pedophile!"

Habibie shuddered the country. Hurriedly he enveloped Kiara and lay down beside his wife.

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At forty in the morning, Habibie again exhaled a rough breath as soon as she saw Kiara was still asleep while she was preparing to go to the mosque. Habibie's hand was stretched out, patting Kiara on the shoulder but of course Kiara did not press it.

"Kia's awake! It's dawn, adhan! Hey!"

Instead of listening, Kiara pulled the blanket over her head. He whines because he is upset that his sleep is disturbed like this.

"Kiaaaa! Wakes up. Aren't you afraid of going to hell? Want to burn on the coals? Or, you want to boil it in lava!"

The man's forehead shriveled at the sound of his wife's mouth. So, Kiara still thinks that he is her father? Oh gosh ... Habibie will really get even more irritated.

"Kiaaaa .. If you don't wake up, I will burn all your bags and shoes!"

"No!" pekik Kiara immediately sat down but her eyes were still closed.

Habibie smiled. So, this kind of threat was what Kiara was afraid of. Well, if it's like that, Habibie knows what to do.

"I go to the mosque first! If I go home you're still lying down! Those bags will really burn me!"

Kiara nodded, then walked away. However, when the door of the room is closed. The woman dropped herself back on the bed.

"Eummm, Dad ... Kia's still sleepy. Don't burn Kia's bag, it's expensive. I'll be sorry."

That woman is really not kapok. He always thought that what Habibie was doing was just a threat. Getting back to sleep well was the best option for him at the moment.

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Five o'clock in a few minutes, the morning prayer at the mosque is over. Habibie had moved and exited the door of the mosque.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Habibie!" greet someone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ustadz! How are you?"

"Alhamdulillah is good" replied Ustad Hanafi. "I heard Mr Habibie is married? Congratulations on the wedding, sir. May it be lasting, happy and keep getting along!"

"Aamiinu. Aamiin, O God. Come to my house sometime, Ustadz. I want to give thanks for some things. I want orphans to go home. I'll call Ustadz when the time is certain."

Ustadz nodded, almost 10 minutes into their conversation, after which Habibie returned to his house with a better face. The foot of the ladder brought Habibie up to the top floor, opening the door of the room also said hello.

But, beyond a doubt. His little wife, whom he thought was still a child, was still lying comfortably on the bed.

"Astagfirullah ... Kiaraaa!" peekit Habibie's.

The woman stood up and saluted her husband.

"Ready, Dan!" replied Kiara who seemed to be avoiding.

Without waiting for anything else, Habibie immediately grabbed Kiara's hand, dragging her into the bathroom. He took the shower handle, turned on the cold water then poured the water over Kiara's body.

"Akhhhh ..cold! What did Habibie do!" Kiara screeched inadmissive.

The man put the shower back on and looked at Kiara sharply.

"I told you morning prayers! You said yes but went to sleep again! It is less clear what I say. Why are you so different from Ais--!"

Habibie hung up his sentence. He exhaled a rough breath while turning his face away. "Sheal! Then meet me in the backyard!"

A blamm!

Kiara. The woman stared at the door with teary eyes.

"Prophe Kiara, this is just the beginning. Be patient! He's just angry. You're a good boy. You just have to try harder than everyone else."

Habibie probably did not appreciate her as a wife but rather regarded her as a slave.

"Patience, Kiara! Eishhhhhhhh .. but this run out must be legal again ... Motheraaaaa! Kiara's scared!"