The Effects of Early Marriage
47 Naughty Girls

"Who's money did you buy that ill-gotten stuff, Freya?"

"Ck, yes, of course, from my husband's living. Am I a widow?"

"Well, now I just don't have a husband, do you?" ask Arby flatly.

"The client's a widow, but then there's a heart attack."

"The correct answer, Freya!"

"Huft, so the husband and wife must share. Not only love, but also sorrow. Oya, the same sharing of sins. You give me money to buy whatever I want, and you say no to you taking what you love again. Yeah, hubby!"

Freya winks her eyes at Arby, who looks adorable (sucks).

Those who saw and heard it were massaging his nape, the base of his nose, as well as his forehead, feeling dizzy with the debate Freya and Arby, even Freya was able to reply very well everything.

"If I sin, you are more sinful. You're my priest, my sweet husband."

It felt like Arby wanted to curse, strangle, or anything to vent his frustration.

They forget that Freya is a smart girl, not only in the academy field, but also talk.

"Effort to be a good wife, Freya," Ami tried to calm down, not wanting to be provoked by her son's attitude.

"The wife reflects on her husband. If the husband is good, the wife is good. And vice versa."

Tuh kan's! Smart he was arguing.

"You should know that I'm a hurt wife. Every school saw the husband mojok continue the same affair that used to be my best friend. Especially if I'm not at school. Be careful, maybe soon there will be women who come to be married for carrying the next illegitimate child."

"Freya!"

Psychiatrist and psychologist Freya witnessed it from CCTV footage. It was obvious that his face was disappointed and hurt to them.

"Don't just recriminate, I'm the same Nuna with nothing to do."

"Heleh, where there is a thief to ngaku. No relationship but always a punch!"

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"Open the door, until when do you want to lock me up like this?"

Freya continued banging, kicking and shouting, yet no one cared. He went to the balcony, then saw a large flower pot. He lifted the flower pot and dropped it on the head of one of the guards.

"Amarr ...."

The head of the guard was injured and instantly fainted. The other guards helped the injured, and Freya jumped from her second-floor balcony.

Freya sneaks through the garage, she sees a waiter who pulls things out of the trunk of one of Elya's cars. After the waiter left, Freya approached the car and lifted the trunk door that was not closed tightly.

Freya went straight into the trunk and closed the door but it was not tight, so there was a gap for air to come in and out.

The officer reported the incident to his friend Arlan. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the house was not crowded because Arlan and Elya were working, Arby was in school, and the servants were busy doing their jobs. Some cook, wash, iron and clean the house.

Arlan immediately contacted Elya and told him to go home. Arby went home with a tired face.

"What's going on?" ask Arlan

"The flowerpot was dropped from the balcony and hit one of the guards" said one of the guards

"Who did it?"

"Who else if not Freya. He's the only person with the most ambition to make a mess in this house, and that's the balcony of his room, right."

"Let's see Freya."

Arlan, Elya and Arby head to Freya's room and retrieve the room's keys. Arlan turned the key but the door could not be opened.

"Freya!"

This time Arlan, Arby and Elya are banging and screaming asking Freya to open the door, just as Freya often does, yelling, banging, kicking the door open.

"It looks like this door was propped up by a heavy and large object."

"Call the guards to break down this door."

Not long after, four large men arrived.

"Bring this door down!"

The four men broke down the door with their feet instead of the door being shattered, instead their feet were hurting. Of course, besides because the door was held by heavy objects, the door material was also made of special materials so as not to be easily destroyed.

Then the bodyguards tried to break down again by smashing their bodies, and still failed.

Arlan sighed.

They took the stairs from the barn, then took it under the balcony of Freya's room.

One of the guards went up first, followed by Arlan, Arby and the next three guards.

Freya's doors and windows were locked.

"Ck, just be troublesome."

"Call all the men in this house!"

Guards, security, gardeners, drivers all gathered.

"Brack this door and break the window."

All ready with their combat tools.

Glass is also made with a special tool that is easy to break. Let alone be destroyed, crack not.

"Freya!"

The window was also difficult to break. Arlan looks frustrated. All materials in this house are made with special materials. Non-flammable, weathered, crushed, gouged and so on. It was meant to prevent unwanted things like robberies and fires. Who would have thought it was now a boomerang for its own owner, caused by a 16-year-old girl named Freya Canaya Zanuar.

"Call the best locksmith!"

Thirty minutes later the locksmith arrived and it took two hours just to open one window.

Byurrrs

Bughh

Spanplants

"Ouch!"

"www!"

"Armghh!"

As they were about to step over the window, a water pitcher tied up upside down and pounded its contents, hit Arlan's head.

The roll also directly hit one of the guards' faces, more precisely the bolsters that contained books, and dictionaries with a large and heavy size.

Then the boxing gloves are there per his punched Arby's face very hard.

The locksmith wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the guts to point at his kasn, let alone look at the big-bodied bodyguards.

"Hurry in!"

Bugh

Bugh

Bugh

I don't know how many booms, because everyone is now holding their waist and buttocks because of pain.

The floor was so slippery, Arby smelled the wet, sticky floor.

"It's soap and shampoo."

They tried to stand up and walk, but fell back down.

Holding hands like a child playing a ladder snake. They now noticed that the bedroom door was being held back by couches and study tables.

"Look in the bathroom!"

One of the guards headed for the bathroom although inwardly very reluctant.

Blughs

Blughs

The guard fell back. Puddles of soap and shampoo filled the room.

"empty," he said.

Arby and Arlan stepped up, but they also fell down.

"Biiiii, call the scribe!" shouted Arlan.

"Freyaaaaa .. watch out for you, my little nakallll!"

Meanwhile, Freya who had run away because people were busy inside, especially in her room, laughed out loud imagining what happened.

Rasain, huh!