Ex's Regret
It is called the Swamp Crocodile

" He's Malika's mom darling." Imbuh Mas Biyan again, to make my eyes round instantly and I smother my mouth gaping in disbelief.

Yes Allah so that woman is the late wife of Nilam Mas Biyan, how can the photo circulate widely out there, do not-don't Mbak Nilam not accept bi I married Mas Biyan, duh why now my enemy is even an invisible figure, immediately this body brushes to remember Mbak Nilam is no longer in this world.

I immediately grabbed the blanket I was wearing tightly and my eyes closed to unravel the matter.

" Dear Mas promised I'd find out who spread the photo and why he could know our private collection first." Imbuh Mas Biyan.

" Is that a photo, right? that's not engineering, is it?" my question is to make sure, I still hope it was the work of an ignorant hand who likes to find trouble with us, destroying our household noses.

Honestly, I was very jealous to see that scene, even though it was done before Mas Biyan about me, but it feels like Mas Biyan will be reminded of his past, love someone other than me, or maybe, love someone else, I can no longer describe it in words anymore.

" He Deck, I'm sorry, that's our picture first, but you take it easy, Mas will find out who spread the picture of me and my late wife." Said explained.

I just bowed to hear Mas Biyan's promise, I don't know what I have in mind.

Mas Biyan approached me, and shifted my body to be close to him again embraced and brought my body into his arms that was so warm, what else is Mas Biyan bare-chested to feel the skin of his body.

" Mas already have a view of who spread the photo dear, you will just wait for the results, and mas will express all this, because it has made you and I misunderstood, he said, mas won't talk about a single person entering our lives, mas Promise Mit." Mas Biyan said as he kissed my forehead gently.

Instantly I felt happiness coming back, but fear and anxiety still gnawed at this heart.

" Believe me baby it's a remake of humans who don't like us, open a creature that is not rude to the eyes, besuk mas will show you a photo of the deceased wife mas, let you don't know." Mas Biyan reassured me again, as he knew of this heartbreak and the fear I felt from now on, I thought I had to deal with the jealous spirit.

I just nodded resignedly with Mas Biyan's description.

" We've already slept yo first, you don't mind much Dek, we will again program to make a sister for Malika, so I hope Dek mitha don't stress much huh?" he kissed my lips.

I was also relieved now, and we ended up sleeping while hugging each other to warm up, entering the dreamland.

The next day I served all my husband's needs as usual, preparing provisions with my own cooking and taking care of the children as well.

The day passed, Mas Biyan had already found out who was the mastermind behind the photo spreader, and Mas Biyan had already taken care of everything.

And it turned out to be his own sister-in-law who spread the photo, whether the agreement and what actions Mas Biyan called with Niken, or what, because since then I have not gotten any terror from that number anymore and the number can no longer be contacted.

As Mas Biyan promised me he would not waste me, the sweet and gentle treatment I always get from yes to make me float and of course happy with him, and a most beautiful gift from which power is entrusted to us.

I was declared pregnant and throughout my pregnancy, Mas Biyan really paid attention to all my needs, because the one in my stomach is a pair of twins who live in there, it was very happy Mas Biyan when he heard the good news when we checked at the age of three months.

What Mas Biyan wants is achieved, the dream of having a child from me is given by the power.

We ended up living happily crocheting the days awaiting the birth of our twin babies, while nurturing our two children Dimas and Malika who grew up to be smart and energetic children.

My past life full of grief has paid off already, with the arrival of a surrogate from my ex-husband like Mas Biyan, who gave me all the happiness.

Mas Biyan loved me sincerely and treated Dimas like his own son, which made me fall in love with him, all the treatment he could not express in words.

I hope to all women, lest love make you stupid, endure when you are still cherished and loved, and go and find happiness for yourself if your partner is no longer able to appreciate you, one day rest assured he will regret letting go of you.

May the women who are hurt, be strong and if you are strong you will be able to face everything.

the end