Ugly Husband's

Chapter 10

Stop at one of the places where he said this place is the most delicious in eating, Madura's special food.

"Yuk, down!" chandra exclaimed, "Cock we're here anyway? I want to eat at the starbuck!" fera's frown folded both hands in front of his chest still with his seatbelt he had not yet taken off.

"But it's no less delicious than Starbucks. I'm sure you like this food, yuk!"

Clik.

In her seat belt open, their distance is very close, Fera can smell her husband's masculine body scented lavender the most she likes the scent. Again his heart beat.

The side door of the car had opened wide Fera was still still in her seat, stretched out a wide palm rough and strong in front of this spoiled woman. Chandra still faithfully waits for Fera to return her husband's hand.

Plaque!

"What hell! I can come down! Okay I'll do what you want to eat here. But next time eat where I want!" fiercely then, the pain of the blow from Fera brushed off Chandra's hand.

"Yes, dear Fera!" chandra's back rattled his wife's hair.

"What hell! Don't mess up my hair! You think I'm a kid!" Fera tidied his front bangs, Chandra did not care to make his wife's hair fall apart like that.

"Already dong!" Fera is getting upset with her husband, she tries to shake his hair.

"Fera! you're Fera, right?" a foreign voice mentioned his name

Fera who was scrambling her front hair stopped to look at the direction of a voice familiar to her.

"Eh, Hen," he greeted her gently to be more polite as to who she was meeting with now.

"He-my-husband," answered Fera proudly, but she did not want to admit.

"What's? Your husband? Did I not hear wrong? you married this ugly guy? Not that you're the most anti-ugly man, is this the law of your karma to degrade a handsome man like me but you're even-Ha ha ha..." Hendra laughs at Fera, she regrets admitting that Chandra is her husband.

His self-esteem goes down because an ex-fuck if only there were flip-flops wanting to get in that stinky mouth.

"Ops! Sorry, not mean ugly. But you said you had a rich husband. There's no way she is, is there?" Hendra laughed again, Fera's right hand had already endured the annoyance he wanted to hit the handsome pretentious face.

Chandra held his wife's hand, Fera looked down at her hand where her husband was. Hendra leaves the restaurant where Madura still laughs, disappointed to be there for Fera but who regrets to have admitted that Chandra is the ugliest husband.

"It's all because of you! I told you to eat at Starbucks. But you-" Fera stomped her feet in annoyance choosing to get into the car with an irritated face. The hunger disappeared too.

Chandra usually let out a long sigh coming into the car and glanced at his wife still scowling annoyed at him.

"I'm sorry, if you're upset I brought you to this place. But I'm happy that you admit I'm your ugliest husband. I'm not offended that you don't want to introduce your friends to your presence next to you. As a husband, of course, protect the wife and convince and trust the household relationship. If you're not ready to accept this, it's okay. I'll talk to Mama and Papa comes anytime. Maybe you need entertainment" said Chandra at length Fera who was silent as if deaf to the mantra of her husband.

Their car left Madura's restaurant. In the car a silent atmosphere without a single sound came out from the mouths of the two of them.

Twenty minutes later at home, Fera went straight into her room choosing to sleep annoyed yet lost. Chandra put vegetables in the refrigerator while his wife's equipment was put in a special cupboard.

He (Chandra) opened the door of the room where his wife was asleep without a blanket on her body. Chandra put it on him, put away by his wife's hair, a smile printed on the face of this cuddly man.

Fucking spoiled wife...