Bad Husband Mask Fake
Chapter 47. Illnesses

"Pu...your son?" tanya Wendy stammered.

Yuki nodded."That's why I asked for the girls' profile data from several families."

"I think it's a joke or something. Then the funeral 22 years ago--" Sentence of Wendy interrupted.

"My husband just died, so I have to protect my son well. Just having a funeral, right? But I never made his death certificate." Yuki sighed violently walking in followed by her son. A man who seemed to be uninterested in anything, inexplicably spread an aura of hostility towards Wendy.

A smile on Michael's face. Step next to his mother.

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What does it look like? A woman who steps with her sister. The mother who has almost turned 50 years old, but more like just being in her early 30s.

Joined some invited guests, a party that was intended to welcome his arrival.

"This who? What's your relative?" ask one of the guests.

"Micky! Introduce yourself." The mother's orders to her son.

"I told you, I'd better go home and-" Michael's words stopped, his eyes staring at someone who was there.

Claudia's at this place, Wendy's house they're coming at the same party.

"Cheers!"

The voice of about five people from among the upper class at the table where Claudia was sitting at the moment. The woman smiled, talked about a few things, laughed occasionally. Evan's? The man was also at the table.

There were no words spoken by him just looking from afar at everything. Maybe this is why Claudia didn't bring him in. Divorced after a year? That's the goal, isn't it?

Yuki's eyes were fixed on the same spot as her son's. The woman smiled slightly whispering."Micky, not every woman can be trusted. Do you want to live in a quiet village if you get divorced? The woman you like will be touched by another man. Don't you want to have it and keep it to yourself!?" Question from the mother, but unexpectedly Michael smiled.

"I believe him. Even if he said he would divorce me. I'll keep chasing him slowly." The answer from Michael, actually convinced himself.

"Okay, it's up to you." The answer from Yuki was full of smiles, instilling seeds of suspicion in his son's heart.

"May I have your phonecell number!? My name is Widya, I'm the son of the owner---"

"Surge! Micky came to this place just for me! Micky maybe you already know me from the photo my dad sent me. My name is Erlina.I hope we get to know her well."

"Sorry, I'm from PT Lestari. Maybe I can invite you to dinner, with our family. I happen to have a daughter who just took a specialist."

Limited talk time, everyone is in a hurry. But the young man wearing a high-value suit just sat down. He drank the cup of tea he ordered to the waiter.

The look in her eyes could not be separated from where Claudia was sitting and chatting.

Was Claudia so happy with her absence? That was what was on his mind at the moment gripping the glass filled with cold water.

"Micky, what if I take you around tomorrow?" Erlina pulled the chair sitting beside her.

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It is not easy to get close to Yuki especially with the crowd in sight. His eyes took a peek once in a while, there was a young man who came along with the woman he said bought a 15% stake in the company.

Sighing in a rough breath, it was definitely what Erlina said. Someone who will be betrothed to his cousin. Perfect facial features, eyebrow shape, lips, nose, sharp eye gaze. Nothing is not beautiful, it can be said without gaps.

Swallowing his saliva is rude."A handsome man is really similar to the one in my dreams. Nah! Nah! Nah! Michael was waiting for me at home. We'll eat martabak together, "he'll drink another glass of Vodka.

The man who was suddenly staring at his desk. Looked at the eyes of hatred there. Swallowing saliva many times, this man might actually be betrothed by his uncle to Erlina. So it looks like he hates it.

His hands were shaking, back drinking Vodka, trying to be patient was really not easy to taste. She was terrified at the moment, the status of the Yuki family was much higher than her family. Buying 15% shares plus an injection of funds? Maybe it's just like their monthly shopping rations.

When the young man sat down, he grew more handsome. Like an angel, maybe that's what stunned her. A man surrounded by many beautiful women. Erlina is one of them.

The cynical face and the sharpness is like making women more interested. Honestly speaking, those eyes kept staring at their table making him misbehave.

"Claudia, I hear you're married. What kind of man is your husband?" ask a woman in a red dress, a director of another company.

"My husband? He's a kind, loving, and--" Claudia's answer interrupted.

"You like her?" One question from Evan clasped Claudia's fingers suddenly.

"Hey! Oi! Claudia is married! Is this an affair?" ask the cream-tie man.

"But honestly I regret your farewell. Evan, what good is Erlina!?" ask the fat man, chewing.

Claudia pulled her hand from Evan."Nah! My marriage and my husband are fine. Ja--"

"It won my fault, it shouldn't hurt Claudia." A smile rang on Evan's face, glancing towards Claudia lovingly. As if directing an opinion.

"Wait on! Why is the room so cold? Does anything lower the AC temperature?" Ask the woman in the red dress. Even the feeling of his hair began to creep.

"Micky! Why are you here! I just got you a drink..." Erlin's cry sounded. Out of nowhere the young man who had originally sat in a place far enough away was now right behind Claudia.

"Micky, let's go back to my aunt and dad's. We--" This sentence from the woman who was struggling spoiled on Michael is interrupted. The woman's head was pushed so as not to lean on her arm.

"Junk, it should be gathering." The stressful sentence from the young man's mouth, again passed away. Pursued by Erlina.

Jealousy was in the young man clenching his hands expressionlessly. Seeing clearly, how Evan grasped Claudia's hand. He even said as if they were going to get back together.

"What does this mean by trash!? Basic arrogant!" Claudia snapped at the young man who was about to pass away.

"Junk yeah trash. And the man who took someone else's wife, what else is the proper name?" Michael asked, still staring lightly expressionlessly.

"You know what!? Junk mouth! Who's cheating! You playboy guy who probably slept with hundreds of women! Not afraid of infectious diseases!?" Really furious it feels. What if Michael hears from others and misunderstands. The annoying guy, daring to accuse him of cheating.

"Infectious disease!? You know what! If I get a contagious disease! That means you will also get a contagious disease!" Somehow even more trashy words came out of Michael's mouth. But the logic is correct, right? If her husband has a contagious disease, his wife will get it.