Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

45. Ruckus

Kiara frowned. The woman threw out Habibie's hand, looking at the man in front of her with a sharp look.

"What's? I told you we're just separated. If you don't need me, let me marry Gibran. He's better and attentive. Never hurt me too much understanding."

After saying that, Kiara pulled Gibran's hand, the woman took Gibran away from her husband. Habibie's face is no longer okay. Both of the men's hands were tightly clenched. He was upset and disliked when Kiara ignored him. Especially now not only ignore, but the woman dared to say words that are very taboo and inappropriate.

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"I'm sorry, Gibran. I had to do that. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just--!"

"I understand" replied Gibran. He let go of Kiara's hand. The man looked at Kiara with a calm shady look. Both hands he put on the shoulder of his brother-in-law to make Kiara understand what he was feeling.

"Sister Kiara .. I don't know what you're going through. Habibie's sister is a good person regardless of what she has done to you. Ummi may not be able to say this because he is hesitating against you. But me, I can't just shut up. Trust me. No marriage passes the test. This worship is very great reward because it is not easy to live the household ark without a dispute."

"Go to the point, just Gib!"

The man breathed a heavy breath. "Let's have a chance for Habibie to fix everything. Forgive him, Brother Habibie is also human, he is not an angel who has no blemish, I'm sure, someday Brother Habibie will be able to make you happy, Brother."

The woman removed Gibran's hands from her shoulders. Kiara pulled over to the wall not far from where they were standing. Kiara is confused, she knows Habibie has gone too far, asking for a farewell now is not a good thing. But what about his heart.

"It can't be that easy, Gibran. I'm afraid that Mas Dugong will again make the same mistake."

"Dugong?" confused Gibran.

Kiara nodded. "Yes Dugong, don't you think Mas Habibie looks like a Dugong?"

For a moment Gibran was dumbstruck with his stupid face. However, moments later after the shadow where Habibie's face changed into the animal Kiara mentioned, Gibran was powerless not to laugh. The man held his queen's stomach.

"Geez, you really can't help me not laughing."

Kiara shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently. The woman did not mean to be funny. Habibie is like Dugong. Even better Dugong than him.

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After Kiara returned to her room, Gibran walked out of the house. The man intends to go to work. However, had not been able to get into the car, Habibie had pulled the collar of the shirt he was wearing and then punched Gibran mercilessly in the face.

"Astagfirefull!" a housekeeper was shocked when he saw the incident.

Bughhhh!

Bughhhh!

Bughhhh!

Habibie unceasingly hit Gibran in the face. His sister did not fight either. He allowed Habibie to punch him in the face until he was satisfied.

"Have you?" asked Gibran with a grinning smile. The man made a fuss and ....

Bughhhh!

Only once, Gibran hit him only once but full of seriousness. "I know Brother Gibran hit me because I was too close to Brother Kiara. So how? Is it nice to be treated like that by your own partner?"

Gibran rubbed the corner of his bloody lips. "Sister Abie can vent it by hitting me in the face, but, can Kak Kiara vent her anger on Aisyah? No don't you? It's stuck in his own heart."

"Brength*!" Habibie growling. He pulled back the shirt worn by Gibran. His hand was already floating in the air but Gibran smiled instead.

"Stop!" peekkik Kiara from the inside. "Enough Abie!" Kiara pulled her husband's hand. "Don't hit a good man with your anger. You don't deserve to hit Gibran like this!" Kiara grumbled with anger in her eyes. The woman was made very upset by what Habibie was doing. And now, he turned his face and put Gibran in the car.

Habibie back to sculpt. The man stared at the departure of the car that Kiara and Gibran were riding in with a sharp look. Both of his hands were clenched beside the body. Habibie seemed to forget that the corner of his lips was also injured. However, his pride turned out to be more hurt.

"You've gone too far, Kiara. Gibran. Is my fault fatal?"