1000 HOURS WITH YOU
Foe enemy

“Tomorrow noon you should already be at my house!” Aslan gave her business card to Irina.

Irina received the business card, which also contained the address of Aslan's house there. He nodded in response and put the card in his bag.

“But, I really need that money, for my husband's treatment,” Irina told Aslan who was now looking at her intently.

“I don't care! In accordance with the agreement, you will not get money before work! Now get out of my car!” drive Aslan away without feeling and compassion to Irina.

Without many words, Irina immediately got out of the luxury car, then looked at Aslan who had turned on the car engine, not long after driving her car out of the club area that night. After Aslan's car was out of sight, Irina immediately ran towards the toilet not far from the parking area there.

Irina washed her mouth and rinsed repeatedly when she reached the toilet. She felt disgusted when she did the ‘itu’ thing to another man who was not her husband.

“Yes God,” muttered Irina, shedding tears, then she washed her face with water flowing from the wastfel tap. So heavy trials that she got, even she was willing to sacrifice for the recovery of her husband by selling herself to an arrogant and very arrogant man. Imagine living a house with a cocky man it feels like he is not able to.

“I must be strong, all this for the sake of Mas Yoga.” Irina muttered as she straightened her body and immediately came out of the toilet. Tonight he must return home immediately, so that tomorrow morning he can go to the hospital before he leaves for Aslan's house.

Aslan was driving his car at a fast speed towards his house. He rubbed his lips several times, while imagining Irina's face that looked beautiful, shady but harbored a deep sadness.

“So, he's married? And her husband is sick? Did she become a woman night to finance her husband's treatment?” Aslan wondered to himself, but a moment later, he shook his head softly while smiling obliquely.

“In this day and age where a woman sacrifices for her partner! I think he's acting to be pitied!” aslan said, then increase the speed of his car splitting the streets of the capital that looks crowded smoothly at night.

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“Kevin, divorce papers from Aslan I signed, then when will you marry me?” sofia asked the man who was 4 years younger than her. And of course the man was richer, more manly and always satisfied in bed.

“Sabar,” Kevin replied while glancing mischievously at Sofia who was still lying on the messy bed, they had just had a hot romance that was intoxicating and very tempestuous.

“But, I can't wait, how much longer do I have to wait?” sofia asked as she got out of bed wrapped around the blanket on her body to cover her innocent body. He walked over to Kevin who was standing by the sofa wearing a shirt.

“At least wait for the destruction of your former husband,” Kevin replied but only inwardly.

Kevin Leonard, 25-year-old young man is Aslan's nemesis in the business world. Not wanting to be rivaled by Aslan's company, he justified various ways to make Aslan destroyed, including seizing Sofia from Aslan's hands.

“Why silence?” sofia asked hugging Kevin from the side, while feeling the chest of the field with a sensual gesture.

“You have not officially divorced her, Sofia, so be patient,” reply Kevin then grasped Sofia's naughty hand, then kissed the hand with gentleness. “Interest in more?” kevin whispered in a deep voice.

“Yeah,” reply Sofia then annex Kevin's lips greedily.

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Irina woke up at 4 a.m. She does homework, such as washing the clothes of her husband and mother-in-law that she brought from the hospital. Finish washing it and cooking. All work was completed at 7 a.m. And now he was ready to go to the hospital with two large bushels for breakfast and lunch of his mother-in-law. In her right hand was a large bag containing the clothes of her husband and mother-in-law. He rode his motorcycle carefully as it carried a lot of cargo.

Almost half an hour away, he finally reached the destination safely, without any obstacle. Irina entered her husband's ward after knocking on the door. She smiled to greet her mother-in-law who seemed to have just finished bathing her husband.

“Wah, early in the morning has been bothered,” said Ms. Nining to her daughter-in-law who brought a lot of luggage.

“Iya, this is all food and change of clothes for mom and Mas Yoga,” replied Irina put the bag on the floor, then switch to put two bushels on the table. Because the nursery in Yoga is class 2, there are two other patients in the room.

“Mas Yoga how are you today? Sorry, last night I couldn't accompany Mas,” said Irina as she clasped her husband's cold hand. Irina was very sad to see the condition of Yoga which was very alarming. The stomach of Yoga is getting bigger and bigger, and her body is getting smaller, even her husband's two eyeballs already look yellow. Irina is very scared if one day she loses her beloved husband.

“Good, it's okay, Sweetie.” Yoga patted his wife's back gently.

Irina nodded while sobbing sadly. Then immediately wiped her tears, and smiled looking at her husband.

“Don't be sad, I'm okay. Sorry, it's been a hassle,” said Yoga while wiping his wife's tears that continued to flow.

“Nothing is bothering here. So, don't talk like that.” Irina hugged her husband affectionately. Both Irina and Yoga cried while hugging, both as if to decipher the sadness that had been held in the chest.

“Already, don't be sad anymore. We pray well so that Yoga can heal quickly and be lifted all panyakitnya,” said Bu Nining to the child and son-in-law who had broken their arms.

“Amin,” says Irina and her husband together.

Irina looked at her mother-in-law and husband in turn, it seemed like a good time to talk about her work issues.

“Bu, Mas, I want to talk. I've got a job,” said Irina in a slow tone.

Yoga took a deep breath, as a husband, he who should be the backbone of the family, making a living for his wife, but this was the opposite, his wife who made a living while making money for her treatment.

“Mas, sorry, darling, for making you difficult.” Yoga looked at his wife full of regret because she felt useless as a husband.

“What work? And where?” ask her mother-in-law.

“Emh... His job is only to keep the house of the rich, but in his location outside the city,” replied Irina, lying to her husband and mother-in-law.

“Yes God, forgive me,” screams Irina in the heart.