Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Being Humiliated for Poor

I could only stand by myself, when Mama-in-law and Sister Dilla had left, being busy greeting the guests and their families.

Mata can only clingak-clinguk make sure Dilla, has caught up with me in this event. The event is so luxurious with some models are ready to help advance the company, by taking a step to show the latest product output clothes.

"Hi Dio, how are the newlyweds? Want a drink tos?" greet a man by hitting my shoulder from behind.

"Joan? You're here too?" My surprise.

"Hehehe, it's me. How are you?" answer Joan

"Maybe, tos."

The sound of the glass clinking. Red and yellow drinks become a throat freshener. We choose the safe ones, although there are some that contain akh*hol.

"I'm good. How are you doing too? It looks fresh!

"Alhamdulillah then, bro. Ahhh, could be. I feel good also for your happiness, when your marriage is going well. May it be lasting and always happy until death picks up" said Joan's prayer.

"Mi'n, thanks Joan."

"Yes, you're welcome."

I could not believe that Joan, who used to be a rival and kidnapped Dilla, was now very kind and praying for the integrity of our household. From a distance while standing, our netra was busy watching the fashion show that was going on, with both mouths blabbering about the problem of men

Bhuuuugh, suddenly someone has bumped into my body by spilling a drink in the snow.

"Oh, sorry .. sorry, are you pa-pa?" ask someone who hit me just now.

"Yes, I'm not pa-pa, really!" I replied as she tried to help me clean the wet clothes with a tissue.

"You? You?" The shock of the person who just hit me.

Netra tried to see who the person who hit, so she was shocked when she found out about me.

"You?" Behind surprise.

"Well .. wow, hhhhh. It turns out that the world is so narrow, met by people like you who are poor and selfless!" hina Reyhan's.

"What's? What did you say?" joan said, who did not accept it.

Joan immediately put the empty glass into the tray of the waiter, who was busy milling around offering it to the guests.

"What do you mean?" my question is not to understand.

"Yes, really, right? If the person in front of me is now poor, who certainly does not know himself and shyly married to his own employer. Basic man is useless, dare can only nikung behind," added Hina Reyhan

"What ... what? You don't get pretentious here either. Equally petty daring nikung girlfriend person. You guys are both brengs*k men."

"So your words. The mouth was never put in school." Joan was getting stronger in her collar.

Reyhan seems to be getting hard to breathe. It could be dangerous if he's going to get hurt. Not not brave, but many pairs of eyes will pay attention.

"Have ... been, don't continue. Just let her go Joan, there's no point in us being as emotional as she is. Lookie! There's been a lot of people watching us" I stopped Joan who's been burning with anger.

Not wanting any further commotion, Joan finally complied with my words, and now I'm trying to pull Joan away so we can stay away from Reyhan.

"What's wrong with you guys, huh! Are you afraid to face me?" roar loudly Reyhan trying to make a tantrum.

All the guests' eyes have now looked towards Reyhan and us. I don't know what else Reyhan is going to do now, which obviously he's already running away from us, in a way he's already taken the stage to grab the host mic for him to take.

"Tes .. tes, ask for a moment's attention for the guests here, because I'm going to tell you a strange story and you don't deserve an example, the story of the owner of this fashion company has dared to choose the wrong person. Do you know that guy in the cream suit in your midst, that? Surely you do not know, therefore I will tell you. He was just a b*jing*n bodyguard and shameless, already daring to have married his own employer. What do you think? Weird, right? Cook the status of only a driver, can marry the same beautiful and rich employer of this company. What do you think, how could that be? Does he wear amulets or pellets in order to marry a rich man? Wow ... well then, he is truly a selfless and ashamed man, hahahahha. You poor man who has no shame and no self-knowledge" scorned Reyhan who was addressed to me.

I could only be silent sculpting, with both hands firmly clenched to punch the br*ngs*k Reyhan's face. But what is my day now, when all eyes are on me only because of humiliation.

It's not that I don't want to fight back, but this self-conscious self-consciousness is the show of my beloved wife, which I couldn't possibly have humiliated by destroying her lavish show. Joan had tried to walk over to Reyhan, but at that instant I blocked her hand so as not to make a fuss at this event.

"Why Dio? Are you just going to be quiet? What did I say everything was true, huh .. huh? So you're ashamed to serve me now?" hina Reyhan impatiently wanted to challenge me.

Because I did not want to look for it and was humiliated even deeper, I now turned around to head for the exit. But just as the footsteps wanted to start walking, suddenly a hand had been blocked by someone.

"You don't have to go, I'm here for you!" Dilla's voice that has come prevents me, so as to undo the intention of leaving.

Without turning back, I still stood looking with shame, anger, sadness, disappointment, heartache, and certainly no more face.

Plaaaak .. plaaaak, there was a loud slap in my ear, and I don't know what's going on behind my body right now, because I don't want to see any more drama than Reyhan did, because this self can't lift my face anymore, when my face has been smeared and very humiliated.

"Pardon us guests for the chaos that has occurred now. What this cheating crocodile man br*ngs*k says is true, but as long as you know that my husband and I are now, we love each other very much. Even though he used to be my bodyguard and driver, is it wrong with that status? Love does not look at the status of a person, if love has grown in our hearts. I do not love my poor husband's status, but I love him because of the sincerity of his heart that has sincerely loved me. My world does not need much treasure, for I only need his sincere love. Thank you my husband, you have been present in my life, you have become a part of my life now, you have decorated my days with the color of happiness, you have given your heart only to me one, one, thank you for loving me. I LOVE YOU, my dear Dio!" the expression of the heart of the wife who has defended.

The heart was so intensely trembling it could not say anything more, with the same position still not turning the body staring at Dilla and Reyhan.

"And for this bucket-mouthed man. Hello Mr. Reyhan, have you lost veins of shame, when you have impregnated children people, until your career is now destroyed no longer left. You should be aware that you have become a poor person who has nothing left, or maybe you are now so nervous about asking for food and begging for a job here, huh! You little kismin belaguer and very arrogant, go there! Before I drove him roughly out of here," Dilla's angry snapped at Reyhan.

"You? You, look out for you, Dilla?" Reyhan's voice of anger was held back.

Everyone cheered in annoyance with Reyhan. It turns out his defense made everyone know, love does not look at status.

The sound of a powerful step roar came towards me, who was still in disbelief. I feel like I'm really dropping with a mind of fear and shame, for what Reyhan said earlier.

"Review you, Dio! Bhuuuugh," Reyhan's anger nudged my back shoulder firmly.

When Reyhan had gone away, now I was also trying to walk out, to avoid the gazes of those who still looked strangely at me. In addition, I was forced to go out due to embarrassment not being upset anymore, until now I must be able to calm down first to stay away from people who may have thought strangely about me.