AVARICIOUS
Chapter 21. Slowly but surely

Azzam was sitting in a cafe, his right hand propped up his chin, his face looking gloomy as if waiting for someone who never came.

‘Be careful if he lies to me, I will spread the video that I secretly took while we were doing the deed.’ Inner Azzam.

“Azzam. This is the promise I said last night to you.” The woman's words gave Azzam's bad thoughts to Shinta. Shinta reached out with a right hand holding a check worth hundreds of millions of rupiah.

Azzam pulled the woman's right wrist, and hugged her. “I don't need the check. I thought you were in danger because of my request, your delay has already made me very uneasy.” Azzam kissed Shinta's forehead. “Let me know if you are late so that I am not too worried and anxious too much for thinking of you.” Azzam told a lie, when in fact he was worried about the promise that had been discussed last night. Even if it's just a check.

“This is what makes me love you more, and made my decision to end my relationship with my ex-husband.” Sahut Shinta felt herself too valuable in Azzam's eyes, and she was the only woman Azzam loved.

Azzam let go of his embrace, he pulled the chair. “Please sit. I'll order drinks and food for both of us soon.”

“I'm not hungry, Azzam.” Sahut Shinta turned his face up, where Azzam was staring at him from behind the chair.

“But I haven't eaten.”

“Sorry, I don't know. Then just order food for me and you. I will accompany you to eat here.” Shinta said, his right hand waved to one of the maids standing in front of the cashier's desk.

“Thanks.” Azzam grabs Shinta's left hand, kissing Shinta's left. “You're the best woman in the world.” Gombal Azzam's.

“Azzam, shame ah.” Shinta whispered a little, the gaze he directed to some visitors who came. “I do not want you to be marked by one of the visitors who will know me. I also don't want you to be mistaken for a destroyer of people's households. So let go of your hands, Azzam.”

“I don't care about other people's thoughts, which obviously I really sincerely love you.” Azzam is lying.

Not only handsome and has many treasures, Azzam can also seduce and shiny tongue to get what he wants. It is amazing, there is a man who has an attitude and nature like Azzam.

“Oh, it turns out you two are here.” Said a man who was already standing next to Azzam and Shinta's table. The man is a man who came yesterday morning and midnight to Azzam's house, because his ex-wife Shinta chose to sleep and enjoy other things with Azzam rather than himself.

Shinta stood up, her hand holding the man's left wrist. “Why did you come here?” Shinta asked in a panic.

“I want to teach this same man bre*ngsek. I think why have you changed over the past 2 years, apparently because of this guy. Dirty man and no...”.

Plaac!!

Shinta slapped hard on her ex-husband's right cheek. The right hand that she slowly lowered trembled, looking between fear and emotion becoming one as Shinta's gaze pointed at her ex-husband's already gloomy face.

Azzam turned his face to the right side. “Auw! Must have hurt.” Azzam said slowly.

“I just got to know him. For 2 years I changed it all because of you. You are not as good as a husband. You just finished off all my possessions. What is the duty of a husband?”

“But I..”.

“ENOUGH! I don't want to see your face, and I've filed divorce papers with you several times. I hope you sign it soon.” Shinta said without giving her ex-husband a slight gap to speak. Shinta clasped Azzam's left wrist. “Let's go.” Shinta said taking Azzam away from the cafe.

Great showdown makes all visitors, cafe employees and owners just loyal spectators. Their lips cursing at each other told of Shinta, her ex-husband and Azzam.

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Along the way to another cafe, Azzam and Shinta are quiet with each other. Shinta still turned her gaze towards the window, while Azzam silently glanced from the tail end of his eyes.

‘Good. You guys finally split up too. You are indeed amazing Azzam, continue your efforts until you get what you want.’ Inner Azzam was satisfied with his actions that had completely destroyed the household of others.

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🍃🍃On the other side🍃🍃

The House of Laras

“Assalamualaikum.” Yusi said a greeting as he entered the door of his house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Late from the living room. His right hand placed the magazine on the table. “You must be tired after a day of study. Mother has prepared warm water in the bath, you can take a shower first, we will have dinner together.”

Yusi walked quickly and sat down next to the empty sofa that was on the left side of Laras. “Mother, do you believe in the terror of the spirits of the dead?”

“Crust does not believe. Why Nak?”

Yusi quietly took a breath, his face bowed down. “No ‘Bu. Yusi pity look at Yusi's friend who is always in the terror of curious spirits. His life became unsettled.” Yusi told a lie.

“Kok Mom so goosebumps.” Legs Late, both hands gently stroke both arms with the hair sitting up.

“Mother, Mother why scare Yusi.” Said Yusi who followed fear. A look of fear led to the entire living room. “HAA!!” Yusi was surprised, his eyes enlarged when he saw the spirit of his father, Deni, standing in the corner of the room, Deni's spirit looked at Yusi sharply and gloomy.

“A-what's Nak?” Ask Laras suddenly panicked.

“Ti-no ‘Bu.” Yusi stood up, his right hand pointing towards the second floor. “You'd better take a shower. Yusi will come down after finished shower.” Yusi said that he spurred both of his legs to walk towards the second floor.

Deni's spirit approached Laras who was sitting on the sofa, Deni's spirit was standing right behind Laras. Both eyes were sad looking at his wife from behind, after which Deni's spirit disappeared.

“Kok nape I was feeling cold, even though AC I have not turned on.” Laras's complaint felt a chill at the nape of his neck that had just disappeared. The barrel stands, both shoulders are raised. “Ih, serem I become.” Said Laras after feeling the strangeness he had just experienced.

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✨✨Inside room✨✨

After she finished wearing her clothes, and wanted to dry her wet hair. Yusi's body suddenly stiffened in front of a dressing table that was united with a mirror. Slowly he tried to move both of his legs, but could not, as if someone was holding his body.

...Seriate...