A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Shanum Ambarwati's

Everyone must have mass. Masalalu Malik who was not known by Hanifa, because Malik who did not want to tell, remember and bring up, was fatal. He thought nothing would happen in the future because it was just an accidental mass, and he had forgotten it. But it turns out unexpectedly even make a newly built household for the whole corn must pass a test because of the presence of a female figure massalu. How did Hanifa talk about her husband? Will he be angry, disappointed, and protested? Or whether Hanifa will be airy and treat all casually.

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Her name is Shanum Ambarwati, the only daughter of a successful businessman from Indonesia, but over the past few years they have settled in neighboring Malaysia. She is beautiful, has a tall slender posture, long hair color black wavy, white skin, her eyes are round brownish and her nose is sharp. It can be said that she is the perfect girl, besides being beautiful she is also smart.

''It's a son that he's happy with his woman, whereas I've longed for him, hoping that he'll come to see me and propose to me soon.'' shanum muttered with teary eyes as he looked at the vidio on his expensive phone, the wedding video of Malik and Hanifa.

''It seems I have to remind him back about who I am. I was the woman he had taken virginity, the woman who sincerely loved, but she instead disappeared as I struggled with death because of her actions. After that he starts to find out about who Hanifa is, finding out Malik's current mobile number from his errand men. For him who is struggling with treasure, it is not difficult to do all that. That night after getting Malik's number, he launched his action, he sent some mass photos of himself and Malik, photos he still keeps, photos when they hold each other and make out friendly.

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Shanum sat in the car while observing the circumstances around the boutique, after several times he got rejection and ridicule from Malik by phone, finally now he really desperate to meet Hanifa in person.

''I will see firsthand the woman who managed to steal your cold, hard heart again. What does it look like? Huh ... Widows. The widow has one child. The widow betrayed her husband because of a richer woman. Malik, your tastes are really low.' muttered Shanum smiling bitterly. After that, he got out of his luxury car. Not far from his car, three men who followed him continued to watch, making sure the Miss was fine and the plan was running properly without any obstacles.

Shanum set foot on the cement floor, his feet clad in high heels looked very elegant. He turned his gaze around, then stepped forward into the boutique. Upon arrival at the boutique, he pretended to act like a visitor who was about to buy clothes. He was picky by revealing some gamis and dresses.

Meanwhile, in the office. Again Malik felt very angry after getting a report from his man.

[Sorry Sir. It seems we can't stop the woman. The number of people is far more than us. They just kept an eye on the woman, they all had an average tall stout and muscular stature. There are also people holding a gun. Once again pardon us sir.] After reading the message, Malik stepped out of his room, he would follow Hanifa to the boutique. Abdillah who saw Malik walking so hastily followed the steps of the brother-in-law.

''What happened?'' ask Abdillah.

''Someone is trying to ruin my relationship with Hanifa.''

''Who's up? I don't understand.''

''Follow ''Ikutlah. Later you will also understand, sorry because all this time I did not tell anything about my mass to you and Hanifa.'' Malik replied while closing the car door hard.

''alright.'' Abdillah also sat next to Malik. Malik drives a car at high speed. He's afraid of being late. ''Why didn't I tell Hanifa about Shanum and I last night. If this is the case, Hanifa could be disappointed in. Ah ... Damn Shanum!'' inner Malik while hitting the steering wheel. Abdillah who saw was only able to remain silent with curiosity.

***

''Excuse me, can I meet a woman named Hanifa?'' shanum. Now he was standing in front of the cashier's table, in front of Hamidah. Hamidah looked at Shanum while smiling in a knot. Hamidah scanned Shanum's elegant appearance with the expensive bag on his shoulder, Hamidah replied. ''Sorry, who are you?'' ask Hamidah. ''I feel like I have never seen you here.'' Hamidah continued. Shanum's white face suddenly reddened hearing Hamidah's words. He doesn't like pleasantries.

''I'm here to see Hanifa. I want to invite her to work together about this boutique.'' said Shanum still with his elegant style. Hamidah gave a small nod, then drove Shanum to the door of Hanifa's room.

''Yes.'' Shanum replied haughtily. After that Hamidah returned to the cashier's table. Shanum knocked on the door several times while saying sallam. Hanifa who was drawing the latest model women's clothes felt keget. He placed a pencil on the book in the original and then spoke.

''Include.''

Not long after that there was the sound of the door opening. Shanum stepped foot, then walked over to Hanifa. He sat in the chair in front of Hanifa. Hanifa looked at Shanum with narrowed eyes.

''Em ... Who are you, huh?'' ask Hanifa. He was astonished to see the beautiful woman he did not recognize sitting in front of him. He had also forgotten the message of the husband who asked him not to meet women he did not know. But Hanifa also could not do anything, because now unexpectedly the woman was already sitting before her.

''Introduce my name Shanum.'' Shanum stuck out his hand. Hanifa welcomed her quickly.

''Shanum?'' ask Hanifa again.

''Yes Hanifa.''

''You recognize me?''

''Oh ... Sure oes. You're the woman who went viral back then. You're the woman who cried in a clown costume for being betrayed by your husband Shanum casually smiled cynically. He intentionally insinuated Hanifa. Hanifa felt that something was wrong. Instantly he felt dislike for seeing Shanum's haughty style and no manners at all.

''Do you want to meet me?'' ask Hanifa to the point.

''Hanifa, I want to ask, wait for me or you?'' said Shanum, then he stood up he walked around Hanifa's body still sitting in his chair.

''I don't understand the same direction of your conversation. All women are beautiful, but it will be even more beautiful if accompanied by a polite attitude and soft words.''

''Huh ... So wise of you. Is that how you poisoned and lured Malik?''

''Why are you carrying my husband's name?'' hanifa's tone was rising.

''Because I am ....''

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