What If I'm Not Good Just

Story 12

After the brother came home, I looked at the husband with a full view of the search, whether possessed by this husband, suddenly could be a great motivator. "What's the look, Dek?" "It's still Bang Parlindungan Siregar right?" I said as I brought the face closer to his face. "No, it's Ardi Bakrie her husband Nia Ramadani" the husband said, raising his eyebrows. "Abang makes you anxious," I said, pinching her cheeks. We spent the night with jokes and laughter, so I forgot my sadness that Dad had just left. Remembering the late father's last message, he told us to get along well, Jan envied each other. But it seems heavy. You would be jealous if you knew my husband was a billionaire. Of all the brothers, I only fit in with Ria, my younger sister.

Only he would defend me if he deflected another brother. The next day we went to the old man's house, having previously disbursed three hundred million dollars, to pay for the house. There was a third birthday event the next night, of course we would cook. While we were busy in the kitchen, my sister came, her husband didn't come, she was late maybe, but once she came, instead of helping, she got angry at Bang Parlin.

"Hey, Parlin, what are you my husband, you who are unemployed you invite people to work, because you don't want him to work again, he has submitted a letter of resignation," my brother said. "No kuapain, brother, he asked to be taught the pedet," replied the husband. "Pedette? what the hell," the elder brother-in-law of the eldest brother spoke. "The method is mopping, how to get money," I replied. My brothers looked puzzled, my sister pulled my hand away from the crowd. "Nia, your brother immediately changed, he did not want to work, the house also wanted him to sell over credit, wanted to move to the village he said, when I told him to go to your house to learn to mop, even stop working,".

"Just obey what your brother says, if he sells the house, let it be, rather than a life of unease" I said. "I will be a villager" said the elder brother, his countenance looking sad. "The people of the village are nothing to be ashamed of, Brother, I have been there, the noblest work of the peasants," I said. "Come, Nia, your brother threatened to divorce me if I didn't comply" said the older brother. Dih, it turns out to be so serious my brother-in-law. Bang Parlin's words actually opened his eyes. In the evening when tahlilan was held, a drizzling rain fell, for what reason, people who used to read prayers did not come. There were four people who used to bring prayers, but no one happened to come. The guests told each other, no one read the prayer and a man said.

"Our house has no one to come, so to read the prayer should be the host" said the man. All eyes then turned to my brother, as the older he was we hoped to bring prayer, but he instead insulted my sister, my sister told her again. No one turns out my family can read prayer, unfortunately we. But the husband saved our face, he grabbed the microphone, and began to recite prayers. Yes, God, it turns out my husband can, his voice is also melodious. I can't believe, I really don't expect, it turns out that behind his goblet hair he keeps a brilliant brain. I cried when the husband mentioned the name of the father in his prayer. Brother Gobel, you always make me melt.

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