The Married With Ketos

Durhaka's son-in-law

Agam's burly body continued to squeeze on Bianca's tiny body, it had been quite a while they were in that position. Though Bianca had several times tried to push the body of Agam who did not want to escape from him, Agam hugged him tightly, very strong, so that Bianca could feel the lack of oxygen supply, he was short of breath. "K-so let go first.."

He shook his head quickly. "Don't want Bi, don't want to. if I get off, my wife will leave me and go with Lucas, don't want me.." whine.

Bianca let out her breath. "No, sister, I will not be shallow-minded, leaving my husband only because of other men, the mind of the older brother who bounces." he explained.

"He's not another guy Bi. He's a girlfriend. Lo's girlfriend.."

"Doesn't you?" Bianca delayed her words for a moment, raising her head that was confined to the chest of Agam's field in order to look at her husband. "With you, my husband. Your degrees are clearly different. Describe heaven and earth, Brother.."

"But, if you're more like Lucas, how about it?" Finally Agam broke the embrace, his arm he held on Bianca's shoulder, diving into his wife's eyes very deeply. The black and hazel pupils collided with each other. Their views look so intense.

"What is my bodo member, more likely to be a boyfriend than my own husband? if something is halal, why choose the haram, try?"

"Emang lo bodo," the great-grandson of Agam did not dare with a slightly louder voice. Damn, that even sounds in Bianca's sense of hearing.

"What about me, stupid?!!" Bianca has been quick. Agam made a wave, why his wife's ears are sharp. Though just now he sounded as slow as possible even barely whispering, just hiss just so as not to be heard by the master.

'Pake show angry all though facts.' If the slur was thrown from Agam's mouth, it was confirmed, the room they occupied now would be the location of the battlefield. So, Agam can only say in the heart.

"No Bi no, you're wrong, which I said was stupid it-" Agam glanced at Bianca who had thrown a look of disrespect. His eyes were already shining with anger. "Gue." continued Agam not synchronized with his heart, while looking down deeply. His hands tugged at the edge of Bianca's shirt.

"Bi. don't be angry." his great-grandson was like a child who was afraid of being angered by his mother. Carefully, he raised his head a few degrees to check how his wife was now expression. He, gulping his saliva slowly saw the face of his wife who looked like a lioness, was ready to rampage. Scary.

"Bi. don't masang face so Bi. serem real.." he said. Though Bianca deliberately put up such a mimic just to prank Agam, and it seems he managed to prank him. Why does her husband look so weak? did Digituin doang submit to him? Bianca suddenly laughed.

"Bwahahaha, who he said was cold untouched, like it didn't happen to me, you scared husband wife!!" his lips. Agam's nimble movement again brought his wife's small body into his arms. "Biarin.. As long as you know? your anger is scarier than death."

Bianca held back her laughter again hearing her husband's irrational confession in her opinion. "Frightened that?" tanyakanya. Hail a funny nod from Agam.

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Already the umpteenth time, Agam checked the clock that was coiled on his wrist, it had been 15 minutes he waited, and Bianca had not appeared yet.

Agam tapped on the helmet located on the head of his motorbike to eliminate his anxiety in a few moments. About five minutes had passed and there was no sign of Bianca. "Bia, game!! really long?!! why the hell?!!" the screams could not stand it anymore.

Akhrinya form Bianca looks new out of the door in a hurry to approach Agam who is now looking at him very flat and flat, even already similar triplex so flat. During this time he waited, the outfit worn by his wife was only clothes before bed? god, just kill him, now!!

"Seven full moon I wait, style lo gini doang? why was it so long ago? wait for the rooster, lay the eggs?" damprat Agam's.

"No need to be cool, just go to the supermarket, right? besides with a simple appearance, I'm already beautiful, really use even." Bianca flicked her god-level narcissistic hair.

Agam nudged Bianca's eel to reduce the level to his narcissism. "Down down a bit, your confidence level, Bi."

"Can't, sister, can't!! that's all reality! I'm beautiful berbahana, kawai, gemesin, said Tasya nih well, the person who has me is lucky. That brother should be bowing down every night to thank God for being able to get, my perfect soul mate.."

Agam's nose shriveled at Bianca's deifying behavior. Not to miss the strange look he gave Bianca. "What am I for, dapet kek gini's wife." he murmured.

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The noisy areas of the city streets adorned their journey. In addition, there are still Bianca sounds that enliven Agam's hearing. The man was caught off guard by the commotion made by a bego man whose unlucky wife was his own.

"One, one, ugly Agam Sister, two-two stupid Agam Sister, three-three ferocious Agam Sister, one two three, triplex Agam face!!" Bianca sings a special song that she corals herself. His voice was carried by the wind that collided at night.

"Can diem not really!, the sin of lo roasting your own husband!!" cebik Agam could not stand it.

Bianca even sneezed at her impersonation. "Lo risting siimi sindiri."

"Luckily on the bike, if I don't already have a child!!" murmured Agam, anxious at the same time upset.

"Oh, you see!!! THERE-S-SISTER!" Bianca squealed as she held her arms around Agam's waist, as the man increased the speed of his motorbike. Then hit the head of Agam wrapped in the helmet until the head of the master staggered. "Heh, bring the bike can relax a little napa!!" Bianca angry.

"Diem, that's why!"

"Who's the boss, me?"

"Gue, lo's husband!!" Agam said, somehow this time, he wanted to serve more Bianca fuss.

"Sorry yes I don't have a husband whose name is Agam, my husband's name is B.a.s.t.i.a.n." Bianca stressed in the word 'Bastian' sounding lightly without burden. Lucknut's son-in-law is. The small pinch that was able to make Bianca grimace slowly landed on the back of her hand that was hugging Agam's waist. The culprit was none other than her husband.

"Durrect son-in-law" chirped Agam.

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