You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

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With a very swollen credit card bill. Azam is very angry with his wife, Sharon.

Brakhs.

Azam's hand hit his desk, but he did not make the items on the table fall. Azam's jaw hardened and it felt like the man's hand wanted to punch something, a sign that he was very angry.

"Can my credit card bill swell like this, she's shopping anything at all? so it's not about in a short time this big!" he muttered Azam while saying his teeth.

Azam closed his laptop and he put it in a bag, which he then carried. Walking hastily out of his workroom is called.

Some of the staff said hello he did not hear let alone he greeted back. His lips were monty and his face was bent so sour.

Walk quickly to the parked car in the staff parking lot. Direct the remote at a locked puntu and rush him in, before turning on the car. Azam hit the wheel.

"Huh? asshole ... Where do I pay? my savings are running low." Azam shouted until heard by the person who happened to be there. Looking at Azam's car.

"What does he think he paid for it with what leaves? easily buy this and that!" Azam again made a loud noise and several times hit back the wheel.

Then Azam turned on the car engine and gas, Azam's car shot like an arrow that escaped from his bow.

"It was also me who gave Sharon a credit card. I shouldn't have given you that card and I'd have given you enough case money!" Azam cursed himself.

"But if that's the case, every day asking for money makes my ears hot and my head smashed." Azam grumbled as he turned the wheel, turning his car into the road to the house he and Sharon.

Azam finally arrived at his residence. A few tens of minutes on the streets. He got out of his car with very wide steps entering the main door with his two blind eyes looking for the whereabouts of Sharon, his wife.

"Sir, where's Sharon?" asked Azam while standing and hands on his waist. Name, not mistress.

Mbak paused for a moment and then flirted towards the inside of the house, Sharon was there but just came after the road all day. "Em, Madam ... There is a!"

Azam turned his gaze to every corner of the room! with a sharp setting, expect his wife to appear there. "Sharon's? Shane ...."

And before long Sharon did appear on the spot while carrying her son, Denis. "What the hell is it screaming? got what lottery?"

"Yes a very surprising lottery aka astounding, which is very fantastic. Do you want to kill me slowly, huh?" sergeant Azam Slaughter stared intently at Sharon.

"You mean what the hell Mas? kill how? I don't understand what you mean?" Sharon was confused by what Azam meant.

"Ck, my credit bill is so bloated! you shop anything. I have said, shopping is important only that is not important does not need to be purchased. If only to the salon to beautify themselves, the feeling will not be swollen bills like that? what are you shopping for?" asked Azam in a high voice.

Ma'am who was still standing there and saw the Azam legend, he immediately took the initiative to take Denis from Sharon's hands. And take her to another room.

Got a snap from Azam Sharon shrieking in fear and her voice was blab-blebeb. "It-it .. I bought bags, clothes and jewelry! and ... I also went to the salon to look beautiful and you're not ashamed if your wife is beautiful."

"I don't care if you buy all that stuff, but that's the problem. Why is it like that? it can be mediocre, not necessarily until the bill reaches hundreds of millions. Where am I going to pay for all that? my savings are running low, buying a house. Motor, land as you want. Now what do I pay my bills for?" azam's tone of voice was getting higher.

"I asked ... What did you buy? land, rice fields or other valuable items? so it cost hundreds of millions!" again Azam yelled at the woman in front of him.

Sharon closed her eyes. He's very scared. Look at Azam who pulled out his fangs! his face looked really angry as well as his two eyes were red.

Especially when the sound of bugh .. apparently Azam hit the wall, Sharon looked increasingly nervous, panicked. He was so frightened that he took a step back, his knees were squeezed just take his body to the floor.

"My son only who earns only how many millions/months I never love and who is it for? make you! but you in a short time spent hundreds of millions and it's not clear what to buy? instead of being used properly, I give you my credit card in time! I'm not there, when you need money, you can use it first, not even ease!"

Azam turned his body! then he half ran up the stairs. To reach upstairs and to his room.

Sharon, who was panicking more, immediately followed her husband upstairs. His heart fidgeting anxiously mixed into one.

Upon arrival in the room, Azam immediately approached Sharon's closet and opened it and rummaged through all the contents. He wanted to know what things his wife had bought.

However, only new items will not reach the price listed or according to the nominal bill. It certainly makes Azam even more astonished. So he asked, what are you wearing? invested what kind of money Sharon had taken from her credit card.

Sharon who looked down like a bird can hit, can not answer! the admitted only buy those things. Go to the salon and eat with friends.

"I have to pay that bill with what ha? I don't have that kind of money already, you think you can pay for it with leaves?" azam's snapping.

"Yes .. It's up to me to pay what, it's not my business to pay anyway. I am loved yes I take and I use! about paying for it I don't want to know!" sharon's monologue is in my heart, I'm looking down! from forehead. His hands were sweating cold sweat.

Azam ruffled his hair in frustration, then he picked up Sharon's bag and scrambled its contents! looking for a credit card he confiscated back. "From now on, there's no name for the salon. No shopping or shopping and no eating with friends!"

"But Mas ... when I can't go to the salon anyway? later I bulukan dong, later I'll be catapulted and who's ashamed? you too!"

Sharon protested and was confused that the card had been confiscated, she was shopping. The road! to salon. Who will pay? anyway the gebetannya instead of giving, boughtjain. The bayarin! but the opposite is true, so Azam's bill swelled.

"It can't be dong, Mom. Give your living your duty! keep using what if you don't give me money, case money doesn't!" Sharon looked anxiously at Azam who still looked angry.

"Heard ya? Ranita has never been to a salon! she can look beautiful, unlike what you said. To the salon is just a formality! it's a waste of money that matters you can take care of yourself at home!" Azam with a cold look.

"Mas, I don't need to compare me to your lovely ex-wife. Who does not know beautify themselves, so you get bored and turn to me!" now turned Sharon high-pitched.

"I don't care about that word of yours! absolutely not still not." Now Azam dropped his butt on the edge of the bed and opened his shoes, took off his formal shirt with a face that kept bending there was no smile at all.

Hygiene ....

Sharon was speechless with a sense of annoyance that plagued her current feelings ....

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