The Charm of an Unloved Husband
Harmonious family

Intan came to the workshop in the afternoon as Ario said. Until there it turns out the man's car is finished in order. No more scratches on the car body.

Intan smiled. "The body of the car is the same as mine, smooth." Chirps Intan slowly.

Intan so confidently approached the cashier section of the workshop to ask for a payment bill for the service of the car he hit the other day.

"Excuse me, I came this morning. Wanna see the bill, shall you?" Ask Intan politely.

"Of course, Ma'am. A moment yes," replied the cashier was no less polite and friendly.

The cashier also gave a piece of paper containing details of financing the luxury car service.

The smile that had adorned his face instantly disappeared just like that when he saw the total cost.

"Huh, mbak's zero excess times huh." Nervous and scared.

Intan did not expect that car service could cost up to tens of millions.

"No, Ma'am. That's the nominal right, because in addition to the body, car owners ask to replace some parts of the car so the cost becomes expensive." Obviously the cashier was in detail.

As the heart raced, he began to sweat coldly. Slowly Intan swallowed the lump of saliva, he reached into the bag and grabbed his phone.

The money in Atm Intan is enough, but after that he has to snack what will be on campus.

Intan looked back at the cashier. "Bak, paylatter can't be?" Tanya Intan.

The cashier looked confused, then laughed. Thinking the question just now was a joke.

"May I joke." The cashier replied awkwardly.

Intan just wants to cry. Once Ario made it this way, he just damaged the body of the car, but the man asked for a lot of replacements.

Intan also tried to contact Bianca, but never lifted. He was getting hot, foggy and cold hot. Intan was afraid that he could not pay.

Intan looked at the note in his hand, he was still gawking. Intan's eyes opened and narrowed, trying to look at the nominal again, the item he had just seen wrong.

As he continued to look at the note, suddenly someone grabbed it violently even almost torn.

"My car won't be able to get out if you just look at his notes." Said Ario coldly.

Ario took the note and gave it to the cashier along with his credit card.

Intan was still gawking at his place. After he regained consciousness, he hurriedly approached.

"Why are you here, give it to me. I can pay for it," pinta Intan arrogantly.

"I don't need your money." Reply Ario ketus.

Intan clenched his hand. "If you don't need my money, then why hold me accountable?" Intan asked annoyed.

Ario turned to Intan, looked at the girl and smiled obliquely.

"You think I'll just let you go, of course not." Answer Ario.

"It's still good I didn't ask for money, I quite understand when your eyes are almost out of place when I see this nominal." Add Ario still with an expressionless face.

Intan was silent, indeed his eyes had almost moved the place so shocked by the nominal written.

"Then what should I do now?" Tanya Intan is challenging.

"Go home." Ario's answer is short, solid and clear.

Intan further clenched his hand, he was bluffing his teeth with an irritated feeling that filled his body.

"Mr Nyebelin know no, it's been making me go back and forth here and now demeaning me." Ketus Intan then leave from there immediately.

Ario stared at the girl's departure with both shoulders raised. Let it go, no more business with the girl.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Bianca seemed to be enjoying the ramjak that bibik made after Raka was willing to climb for the sake of his wife.

Raka watched his wife with a hand covering her own mouth. Raka felt the acidity of seeing his wife eat young mango.

"Don't you?" Tanya Bianca offers.

"Asam, not good." Answer Raka.

"When I tell you to eat this, will you?" Bianca asked raising both eyebrows.

Raka looked at his wife, he tasted several times imagining how acidic the mango was.

"So you don't want to?" Bianca repeated her question.

"I want to, I want to love." Raka answered quickly.

He took a piece of mango, then poked it into the sambal. Raka was hesitant to put it in her mouth, but the sour taste was much better than her angry wife.

"For the wife." Raka said then put the mango and chewed it.

Raka's face creates a funny expression when he feels the acid of the mango. He got up from his seat and immediately threw the mango in his mouth.

"Uwekk .. tamarind, dear. Don't eat it, throw it away." Raka shuddered with acid.

Bianca laughed so loosely, she even held her stomach because she could not bear to see the expression on her husband's face.

Bianca got up from her seat and approached her husband and gave him a hug.

"What a mess my husband is." Bianca chirps with a child's voice.

Raka wiped his mouth with a tissue, then returned his wife's embrace and opened a kiss on her shoulder.

Bianca let go of his embrace, then kissed Raka's lips quickly for fear of Kiano seeing.

"Now it's still acid?" Tanya Bianca nosy.

Raka smiled sweetly. "No, it turned very sweet. Feels like eating candy," answered Raka.

Bianca grew more and more chuckling, she rubbed the handsome face of the husband who always wanted to comply with her request.

Raka was not afraid of his wife, but he united his wife. For Raka, Bianca has the highest throne in the heart and in the house.

"What did you eat?" Kiano suddenly came.

Bianca quickly moved away from her husband, and then moved closer to her son.

"Eat the rujak, honey. Kiano want?" Bianca Fresh.

Kiano shut his mouth. "No like, spicy and sour." Kiano replied, refusing.

Bianca laughed, kissed her son on the forehead and invited him to sit down.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ask Bianca.

"Already, Mommy." Answer Kiano.

"Smart kid." Reply Bianca softly.

"You papi haven't eaten yet, Mi." Raka's chirps made Bianca look at him.

"Wanna eat?" Bianca Tawar, there is no suspicion on Bianca's face, even though her husband has ulterior intentions.

"You, eat mommy but." Answer Raka.

Bianca widened her eyes, she hit Raka's arm.

"No, why would you want to eat mommy?" Tanya Kiano hugged her mother tightly.

Raka chuckles. "Joking, Son." Answer Raka.

Raka ruffled his son's hair, then kissed his wife's forehead. This is his dream, having a happy married life and based on love.

MAS RAKA, CAN I NOT SLIP IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD😜

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