The New Honey Catastrophe

Husband's clothes

"Laila you saw my clothes, didn't you?" ask Mas Haris.

"Look at the ironing room, maybe forgetfulness plus I haven't had time yesterday because I was busy taking care of the children I replied from dapu

"Nothing, Bund," cried Mas Haris from the ironing place.

"Loh, didn't I wash it yesterday, did I? didn't anyone pick her up I picked the kids up at the school?" tanyaku wonder at once anxious in case it is still wet in the clothesline.

"I saw Mrs Adelia lift the clothesline yesterday afternoon on a rainy day" Rini said.

"Oh, if so, ask Adelia Mas" I suggested.

Mas Haris headed straight upstairs to find his young wife and asked her where the shirt was worn on Friday.

"Say doesn't know." He came down from the second floor and met me with a confused face.

"No way Mas, people obviously I washed it yesterday."

Mas Haris started to rile because the sun was already high, while he had yet to find his work clothes.

"Where are my work clothes?" pick it up while pacing around looking and heading towards the backyard.

I then reduced the stove fire and followed Mas Haris there.

How surprised this self when he saw a pile of clothes left just like that on a used chair near my in-laws birdhouse.

Of course, the clothes were dirty again because they were occupied by dirty chicken feet and filled with bird droppings.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim .. uniform ...."

Mas Haris lifted his clothes with his fingertips, while I was wide-eyed at the sight, because my husband's clothes were already very shabby and dirty, there was covered in a lot of fur and dirt, and there was a lot of fur and dirt, which I'm sure comes from the stray cat that fucked her last night.

"Where is this Laila, today I have to wear this shirt and unfortunately there is no other clothes besides this" murmured Mas Haris.

"Oh, my goodness ... Mas."

"Jelica ...." It seemed that Mas should not be able to endure his patience anymore.

The woman called my husband was visibly moved down from the 2nd floor and immediately met my husband with a face made as blank and innocent as possible.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Look at this, what should I do now that this outfit is so dirty, you're the one who picked it up?"search Mas Haris.

"Ak-i .. did lift it but because of the smell of food in the kitchen I accidentally put it there with the intention of going to take it back but I. forgot ...." Her tone was made as low as possible so as not to provoke her husband's emotions.

"Yesterday before picking up the boy I'm done cooking, what else are you cooking?" My successful boyfriend made the girl's eyes teary, not out of fear, but spoiled and sought the attention of the in-laws.

"You should be more careful, you should remember what your duties and obligations are. Taking care of me is not just Laila's job but yours too, if this is what should I do?" Mas Haris lowered his voice intonation in favor of a new wife who was seen starting to cry.

"Harris ... She's the newlyweds in this house don't push her too hard" said the mother who came after us.

"Wear whatever clothes you used to wear" replied Mom casually.

"Not having a wife even more and more and even my situation is more chaotic Mom, friends will laugh at this ridiculousness," said Mas Haris.

I just rolled his eyeballs, lazy to hear the curses and spoiled attitude of Mas Haris. She never got away from her mother's armpits, everything had to complain and complain, making me sick of my own husband.

"Yes, here! let me wash and cut right now." I took the clothes out of Mas's hands and went straight to the zinc to wash the clothes.

After brushing it for a while, I then put it in the washer dryer, then immediately ironed it out while Mas Haris enjoyed his breakfast.

"This is Mas's clothes" I said as I handed the neat clothes to Mas Haris. Money woman

"Adelia, you must learn from today's events yes, from tomorrow you must arrange a schedule to prepare my clothes and take care of my food, "command Mas Haris.

Somehow the firm attitude he made seemed like he was not, I seemed to see an oil king who was being arrogant towards the women of his collection. It made me feel even more resentful towards the father of Nayla and Naina.

Couldn't bear to hear all the wise-ass drama that I ended up being away and continued cooking in the kitchen.

"Haris, let the mother who will guide Adelia to be the best wife for you," said the mother gently while seducing her son.

"Yes Ma'am I just want the woman I married not to lose primarily to Laila, it would be a shame if I married a new woman while she herself was not superior to my first wife."

My heart is sad and sick to hear it.

"Haris ... What the hell are you talking about?" Mom looked upset as I giggled at her from the kitchen.

"So the husband never compares wives" said Mother while stroking Adelia's shoulders with the intention of giving strength to her new daughter-in-law.

Jiah, fake! I'm sure all of the mother's kindness was suspected by the girl's parents' property and wealth.

"Alright, I'm done," Mas Haris said as he finished his meal.

He grabbed his briefcase and prepared to leave the house.

"Let me bring you the bag, '" Adelia bargained.

"Don't let me!" Mas Haris with a cold look.

"Sorry, next time I won't be as bored as before" said the girl stammering.

"Again learn to cook and how to handle laundry do not let you spill bleach in colored clothes," said Mas Haris ketus.

"Yes Mas" replied the girl, kissing the back of her husband's hand.

after the departure of Mas Haris in-laws immediately came and hugged him while having something and then drove the girl to his room.

Such a spoiled woman, wanted me to break her head with a pot of presto.