Divorced for Fatty
Chapter 33: Unsane
Walking tail Kelana towards her room again after eating, Hana successfully made advancing lips. The man continued to make fun of him about his habits that were only known by the closest people.
Before marriage, Hana will always wipe the pillow while hugging the bolster while sleeping, but after marriage, which is rubbed is the chest of the husband alias Bagas before they divorce first.
“Are you going to wipe my chest when we get married later so we can sleep?” kelana Goda.
The question obviously upset Hana. The woman wants to pin the head off if she can.
“Who will wipe your chest, I will sleep somewhere else. Don't want to bed with you,” ketus Hana. He walked with wide strides while yelling at his heel in annoyance.
“I will hide all the pillows so that there is nothing you can wipe,” Kelana said without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
“Is he crazy? she thinks I'm going to sleep with her.? Basic is not sane, maybe his brain is short, is not married to him just a charade to get a sugar factory,” grumbled Hana. “I have to make a limit, lest he think after marriage I am his.”
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That night Bagas chose not to go home immediately after work, he came to the Bar and ordered five bottles of alcoholic beverages at once. He remembered Kelana's every word to him when Hana had lunch in the cafeteria. His CEO was clearly asking him to stay away from Hana, hurting him enough once. Kelana even asked Bagas to be loyal to Bunga.
“But I am very sorry to divorce Hana.”
“You divorced him because he turned fat, even though he changed because of taking care of your household and needs every day.”
Bagas downed his drink, Kelana said it felt like he was hitting right in the heart. He felt really stupid for thinking about pleasure.
“Padahan fat body can be changed thin with effort, such as exercise, undergoing a diet program and so on. What can not be done in this modern age? but Bagas, you know? kindness and disposition can never be changed.”
Bagas even more regretted it, he again drank like a thirsty person. He realized that he had exchanged pearls for corals. Bagas suddenly stood up. An upset, half-strewn man decided to get out of the bar and go home.
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The smell of alcohol was thick when Bunga opened the door for Bagas. The woman even scolded her husband. Bunga did not know that Bagas was in a bad mood. The man regretted having cheated on her and left Hana.
“Mas Bagas drink again? why is Mas's job now just drinking!” snapped Flowers pissed. He even threw Bagas's suit into the laundry basket violently.
Bagas did not answer, he threw himself in a supine position looking at the ceiling of the room. His eyes were slowly opening and he closed. Bagas seemed to not care about the ravings of Flowers.
“Mas, don't want to answer? I'm nanya Mas?” Flowers again snapped, he took the Bagas suit he had thrown earlier and smelled it, thinking it was possible that there was a smell of female perfume there.
“What are you doing? Do you think I'm having an affair?” tanya Bagas, He held his head up just to see what the Flower did. “The only affair I did was with you Flowers,” cried Bagas. “Bu-nga Bang-kai.”
“What? what did Mas say? Mas saying it's carcass?”
Although with a small voice, it turned out that Bagas' speech was heard by Bunga. The woman was wrathful and took the bolster to beat Bagas' body.
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Meanwhile, after arriving at her apartment, Hana was shocked to be confronted by five people in the lobby. Three burly men like bodyguards, one young lady in formal clothes - who looked down on her with a sweet smile.
However, there was one more thing that came to Hana's attention. Middle-aged woman with thick and sharp eyebrows like a viral selebgram named aunt Lalap. The woman walked firmly and stopped in front of Hana's face.
“Goodnight Miss Hana, I was sent by your future in-laws to meet you.”
“Ca-ca-prospective what? in-law?” Hana stammered, she was so confused that her brain was not well connected.
“Mother Dinar. He wants me to teach you about the dangers of social media,”.
“Ba-ba-the dangers of social media?”
Hana was increasingly clueless, until her eyes widened to see what the woman was showing - the slapping video she was doing with Bunga a moment ago.
“Hosting the Pramudya family can't behave like this. Hurting other women with physical violence.”
“Then ... do I have to be quiet when I get slapped? and even jump around in excitement while saying ‘slap again! slap again!’ so?” hana sewot.
The young woman who came with the woman looked down and laughed, but as fast as lightning straightened her neck and looked straight ahead.
“Whose are you? are you the paskibraka team?” ask Hana.
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Markonah : (curhat) Yes intention of heart, make the figure of the woman oppressed, persecuted, eh.
Mahahiya : (can only pat the shoulder strengthen, but in the heart say ‘iya somvlak kek authoran’)
Reader cidaha: This author is not clear what he wants?
Markonah :want VOTE KOMEN and POINTS 😛