My Possessive Husband's

My Possessive Husband's
194. BUY 25 MILLION MANGOES


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Now Sean and Dara have been in the Jakarta market. Fortunately, Dara is good at Indonesian. So it does not make it difficult to communicate while in Jakarta.


"Excuse me are there any Asian mangoes here?" Ask Dara to the fathers who sell various mangoes.


For almost 30 minutes Dara and Sean surrounded the market. And finally Dara can find people who sell mangoes even though it looks a lot and a variety of mangoes.


"Asian mango fruit? What is neng geulis mango?" Ask the seller in confusion.


"What are you talking about?" Sean asked with a possessive hug on his wife's waist. While one of his hands was busy holding an umbrella to protect himself and his wife so as not to be exposed to direct sunlight. Really, the heat is very hot. Sean felt charred burning. I hope Sean doesn't come here anymore and hopefully Sean doesn't get a son-in-law from here.


"People ask what kind of Asian mango is. Hubby want what kind of mango is it?" Ask Dara.


Sean was silent for a moment. Trying to remember his name. "Himself, the mango is large and the color is very tempting. The meat is plentiful and tastes sweet. If not wrongly named mango fruit manalagi." Said Sean. Understandably Sean became a victim of social media because he saw someone who reviewed mangoes. Sean wanted it too.


Dara nodded, understood. "Mango fruit let alone there sir?" Ask Dara again.


"Oh there's neng. How many kilos?"


"Hubby want how many kilos of mangoes?" Dara asked with a look, looking at her husband's face.


While the person selling it looked at the lovebirds with a look of admiration. Really, what was the dream last night until he was visited by buyers from abroad? Moreover, his style beat the selebitri. This must not be just anyone. Are they the top artists of the world?


Sean thought for a moment. "I want everything. Just buy all the mangoes." Said Sean lightly.


"Are you serious Sean?" Dara was not sure of what her husband said.


Sean nodded, steady. "Yes dear. Just buy everything. We give you a maid and a bodyguard."


Dara smiled. Her husband turned out to be secretly attentive towards the people around her. After his gaze turned towards the seller. "We bought all the mangoes."


Just contact it makes the fathers who sell it immediately bow down in gratitude. "Neng didn't lie, did he?" After making a prayer of gratitude.


Dara nodded. It is clear that from both eyes the father's eyeballs radiated happiness. Sean turned his face away. Actually, Sean bought the fruit because he did not feel heart with the fathers. Especially seeing the little boy who was beside the father. That made Sean feel unbearable. "Please buy mangoes for 25 million." Whisper Sean to his wife.


Dara who understood that immediately nodded. "Pak mangga fruit is the same as my husband bought at a price of 25 million. What can?" Ask Dara with a smile.


Again, this made the father angry. "My name is Jalil neng. Just call me Mr. Jalil." Said Mr. Jalil.


"Well Mr. Jalil, so what can I buy mangoes at a price of 25 million? Coincidentally my husband is cravings with mango manalagi." Dara Obviously.


"By neng." Replied Mr. Jalil by wiping his tears. What a dream last night so that he can get this much sustenance. It feels like Mr. Jalil never expected it. With the spirit of four lika Pak Jalil helped with his wife and children arrange his mango fruit. "Neng from abroad?" ask Mr. Jalil's wife.


"Yes buk. We're from London." Dara answered with a smile.


Mr. Jalil who saw the buyer overheated then invited to sit down. "Neng is the same when the heat is sitting here." He said two plastic chairs. "The seats are clean. Just relax." Added again.


Dara nodded. "Hubby we're sitting here huh." Take Dara who was followed by her husband.


Sean and Dara are sitting side by side. While the umbrella that Sean had brought was closed and he held.


"I'm so hungry." Sean spoke in English.


"We're gonna find some food soon, Sean."


"Neng, what did her husband say?" Ask Mr. Jalil's wife who was kepo.


"Oh that's ma'am, my husband is hungry. So we'll be looking for food soon." Dara answered kindly.


"Maybe the packaging of the fruit is a bit long neng. Better to eat here. Husband craves again, right? Pity the same baby." Sela Pak Jalil mediates.


"How many months pregnant?" Ask Mr. Jalil's wife.


"It's been 6 months pregnant sir, ma'am." Answer Dara.


"Well, you're pregnant."


Dara smiled in response.


"Hubby wants to eat here? Mr. Jalil's wife asked us to eat here. The menu knows it's mixed. Wanna?" Dara asked by looking at her husband who was releasing his sunglasses.


See it? Even Sean and Dara are now in the spotlight of people who are in the market.


"Tofu mix?" Monologue Sean.


Dara nodded. I think Dara wants to laugh now. Mixed tofu into tofu mix. I don't know that sounds so funny.


"May darling. They also brought us. So there's no reason for us to refuse, right?"


"Ready hubby!" Replied Dara with the spirit of four five. One of his hands raised formed an okay sign. With anxiety Sean then kissed his wife's lips. Just contact his actions make people who are in the market surprised by the actions carried out by Sean.


"Hubby is different from our country. It is forbidden to kiss in public." Bisik Dara's.


Sean just heard that apologizing immediately. "Forgive me. I don't know if kissing here is considered taboo. I'm sorry that just found out." Sean said, looking at the people around him.


The merchants nodded. Understand if it's an apology.


"Thank you." Said Sean.


Dara thought, what if they find out that her husband is a Mafia? Are they going to run straight away?


After that Mr. Jalil's wife ordered two servings of mixed tofu to her friend.


"How much hot neng wants chili makai?" Ask Pak Jalil's wife to Dara.


"Emh, the chili is 2 and 5, ma'am."


"Ready neng."


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