Divorced for Fatty
Chapter 165: Blood Pressure
Hana did not answer, she was Kelana because the man was the most entitled to give a decision. Going a little thought, the nominal dozens or dozens were indeed nothing for him, but the fault of Flowers could not be easily accepted, he said, as a leader he must also give lessons to his subordinates to ensure similar events will not recur at a later date.
“I will not ask you to change, but still there is a penalty for your mistake booking a hotel but do not see the review first,” Kelana replied wisely. From the Flower his eyes went to Bagas.
“Istirahtlah if it does not want to go for a walk today, I am the same because a little dizzy. Just like you, I was drunk last night too,” Kelana said.
“War drunk,” murmured in heart.
All the staff decided to go for a walk, while two married couples who went with them preferred to stay in the hotel. Flowers are too lazy to move the body, he even chose to go back to the room and sleep, while because he did not want to be alone, Bagas went to the wife's room, even though they had to separate the bed. Yes, separate the bed in the true sense because the twin bed type Flower room.
“Are you sure I got drunk to hit the table?”
The husband's question made Bunga a little upset, why Bagas was still discussing it when he thought it was all over because the man did not refute the speech or pick Kelana earlier.
“If you don't get drunk and smash your own face into the table, do you think Mr Kelana hit you? if so, find evidence! without proof you it's just an upil in his nose.”
Bagas stared at the mistress of Flowers, he was really troubled by the parable that the woman had made. Bagas thought the wife should be able to calm him down, stroking his back because she still felt wistful around the face. It's not just mentally dropping and insulting like this.
“Have not glared! Your eyeballs can come off if I say this,” said Bunga, his tone sewot, like a teenager who wants to invite his friend brawl.
“Deliver what? aboutwhat? Hana?”
“Not but Papanya.” The Flower Face was getting more sour, he straightened up and crossed. “The father wants to cheer Mama.”
“Good! Anyone who wants to have a wife like that, can only money ... money .. money and money, if the money leaves must have been watered and eaten by your mama.”
“Oh .. if it is not, we ‘kan have no serious problem.” Bagas somewhat relented to lowering the blood pressure of the Flower, he even smiled even though the reply was just a twitch at the corner of the lips of the extremely cynical Flower.
“The more I come here the more I feel that you do not really love me, you are forced to marry me, because you want to leave Hana who used to be fat and like a rhino? Yes?”
Emotional flowers, and Bagas with a calming alacrity. The man stood up and sat on the bed that belonged to Bunga, he grabbed his wife's hand and patted her gently.
“Flower, if the matter of that one is not you already know yourself, I entangled your charm. I was stressed to you,” said Bagas.
“Shouldn't be crazy?” ask Flowers. “Oh .. I know you use the word stress because the level is lower than crazy, yes ‘kan? so you want to say that you love only a little bit to me? so, Ha?
Bagas swallowed the saliva, there seemed to be an invisible thread connecting his brain and the brain of Flowers.
“Not so," elak Bagas.
“Then what? ha? whahuh? ye know? Mama wants to stay with us if you ever get divorced from Hana's dad."
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