Miss Marries Boy
Chapter 35: The Policy of the Gods

Zalina, nausea in the bathroom. His stomach was torturing him. He had taken a nausea reliever but had no effect. After giving birth to Elara, she became difficult to get pregnant even the pregnancy program she had lived for many years but did not produce results but this time she was actually pregnant. Not happy but scared and worried.

Zalina headed to her room to pick up a cell phone. She slipped like a thief and did not see her husband in the room. Zalina quickly grabbed her phone and ran into the bathroom.

Zalina rinsed first before coming out of the bathroom. She glazed over, her eyes looking at her still flat stomach.

"Za?" shouting Bara.

Zalina came straight out of the bathroom. He saw Bara who had just returned from the hospital visiting her sister-in-law.

"Your face is pale, are you sick?" asked Bara while holding Zalina's forehead.

"No, mas. I'm fine, really. Oh yeah, what's the state of Miss' husband?" tanya Zalina switched the conversation.

She sat on the edge of the bed looking at her cell phone. "God's state isn't severe but it gets stitches in his head."

Zalina glanced at Bara's cell phone, although Zalina was having an affair with another man but she was still not willing if Bara was close to another woman. "Emmm... Mas, still related to Bunga?" ask Zalina.

Bara raised his head. He saw the worried face of Zalina making him anxious. Bara stood up and hugged Zalina's body. "I'm only yours, deck. Flowers are just my former employees. We have no more relationship" Bara said.

Zalina took off Bara's embrace, she looked at Bara's fleeting face similar to her affair. At the same time, the doorbell rang. Zalina hurried to open it.

"Arsel?" Zalina.

"Elara is there, brother?" ask Arsel.

"There's in the room. Why look for Elara?"

Arsel smiled a little. Zalina let him in and met Elara in the room. Elara is busy painting and does not want to go out if the painting is not finished.

"Arsel, if it comes out quickly, yes. Elara has to rest after this" Zalina said.

Arsel nodded his head. After closing the door to Elara's room she approached the girl. Elara's long hair does look smooth and fragrant. Arsel involuntarily stroked Elara's hair. Elara frowned and looked back.

"What?" ask Elara flat.

Arsel was surprised, he cleared his throat. He saw the painting that Elara drew. Black roses and sharp thorns even on top of them there is a crow perched on the stem of the rose full of thorns.

"You are a strange girl" said Arsel.

"What do you want to come here?" ask Elara.

His hands moved up and down coloring the almost finished picture. Arsel's eye tail followed the movement of his hand.

"You're telling people to harm the gods, right?" ask Arsel.

"Yes, why? What matters is that he's not dead."

Arsel snorted, he pulled the shoulder of Elara who was painting to face her face. Arsel's eyes became sharp but Elara was still ordinary. "Experience if you hurt Miss!" menacam Arsel's.

Arsel became very angry. He was about to hit Elara but Arsel held her back because it was impossible to hit women.

Chequek...

"Arsel, you better talk in the living room. It's not good if these nights you're alone in the room" Bara said, opening the door.

"Sorry, brother. I'll go straight home."

Arsel came out of Elara's room and bowed respectfully to Bara. Surely Arsel will not be silent and will be more aware of Elara psychopath so as not to hurt Miss.

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Morning, the morning,

The gods wake up first. He rubbed his eyes and swept the room looking for the whereabouts of Miss who was waiting for him from night.

A glass of hot tea and a laptop that is still on the table. The god tried to sit down but his head still hurt.

The door moved and opened, and she saw her mother-in-law coming with fresh fruit. The god wanted to kiss his hand but still be ignored.

"I thank you for marrying Miss. Because of you, our business is easy because Miss did not marry the super-rich Altaf" said the grandmother as she put the fruit on the belly of God. "You must be healthy in order to accompany Miss who will soon fall poor" continued the mother-in-law of the julid.

The little smiling god. There was no pain in his mother-in-law's words. "I also thank you for blessing our marriage. We love and support each other. I will prove if I can make Miss happy" said Dewa.

"How can you be happy if you don't have any treasure?"

The god laughed again. "I will seek my own treasure, not from my parents, not from my wife's property but I will search by my own efforts. The wheel keeps turning. Life will certainly not be like this," said the god.

"Don't dream! Only the capital of the snoring alone can become rich in an instant unless it is robbed."

"As long as this snoring can still sustain to stand, nothing is impossible" said Dewa made the attached mak lose the talk.

At the same time, Miss came carrying a piece of wet bread. Her mother came up to her and whispered something in her ear. "The trial will be held in a few days. Pack your things from my late husband's house! Oh yeah, don't look for the most expensive lawyer because still we will win" said his stepmother.

Miss smiling little. "Get me all my father's treasure! Let's see how long it'll last if it's managed by you."

The stepmother came out upset. It seems that Miss will not be afraid if she loses her treasure. The lady closed the door and approached the god. He saw the fruit on the belly of the God and took it.

"Dispose of this, baby! Afraid to bring bad luck" said Miss.

God prevented it. "Nobody's food brings shit, baby. It was a gift from my mother-in-law. I'll eat it later."

"You've been belittled by him and still been kind to him?"

The Lord clasped Miss's hand. "Don't be vengeful, baby! If we repay him with bad things, we are no different from him. Already, calm yourself! Your pretty face is ugly when it's angry."

Why are you so good, God? You are a dream husband.