Forced to Marry a Handsome Duda
Chapter 33. New motor

The clock shows at 3:00pm. But Dea hasn't come home yet. "Not usually Dea until this hour has not come home" Febby told himself. Mr. Angga who heard it answered. " Dea didn't come home today. She asked permission from me to sleep at her friend's house."

Febby stared at her husband's sinister gaze. " Oh" he answered briefly. Mr. Angga chuckled at Febby's behavior. " Still crapping?" he said as he approached Febby and hugged her from behind.

Febby turned her body around. Looking at her husband sharply. "Finally, Mama left just didn't say the same to us. I still miss Mama. I just got home yesterday, Mama's gone right now?" he said softly while bowing languidly. " And you?!! You just kissed me!" febby ketus.

"Your color looks so seductive" he said, peeping Febby's lips.

"No, please help again. Very hobby nyium lips," he replied as he breezed out of the room. He walked down the hallway to a garden and when he was going down the stairs, he arrived when he had a guest.

" Febby, are you home?" ask Marcel who stopped Febby. Beside her was a beautiful woman. "Eh Marcel, are you home?" febby answered stiffly while still staring at the woman.

Who is this woman? Is he Marcel's girlfriend? Then why was invited back here? And Dea? he was just playing Dea?

Febby immediately pulled Marcel's hand. Take her away from the woman. " Who is that woman? Is she your lover? What about Dea? Don't you think about her feelings? Huh?!!" a series of questions were asked by Febby. Marcel just kept quiet. Don't know what to answer.

He thinks Selin is my girlfriend? What if he knows who Selin is. A plain woman like you, I don't think I can hurt her.

Marcel was silent. Mind fucked. Somehow he'll explain to Febby who Selin is. " Hey!" febby said, shaking his arm. Keep Marcel awake from his daydream.

" What's up?" Marcel looks very nervous. " Selin. Hey .." said Mr. Angga who arrived from behind. Marcel and Febby turned to the voice. "Angga ..." Selin replied as she ran towards him and immediately hugged him.

Febby rolled his eyes. Not believing what he saw. She still silently watched her husband being hugged by another woman in front of him. Marcel who realized Febby's jealousy instantly shifted the atmosphere.

" Sorry, I didn't tell you that Selin came home with me. From now on he will stay here. So for a while she stayed at my house first. What say?" marcel's words finally succeeded in also making them let go of his embrace.

"Oh nice dong. So we can often gather again," replied Mr. Angga without hesitation. While Febby was still silent to watch the three people talk and laugh loosely. He felt neglected. Febby finally chose to leave them. Selin saw that, but he chose silence not to tell Mr. Angga and Marcel.

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"Brakkk!!!" Febby slammed the door of his room very hard. " Who is that woman? Why does he look so familiar with the two of them. And again, Angga dare to embrace her in front of me?! What does he think I am?" Febby nagged to herself while wiping away her tears. Walking back and forth while still raving about her husband and the woman.

Until he finally saw their wedding photos on the wall." Hey you! you have a heart, don't you?! How dare you hug another woman in front of me?" she said defiantly at the photo of her husband. Febby wiped her tears back. Cry broke. Feeling unregarded, feeling neglected. Until finally Mr. Angga entered following Febby into the room.

" Are you crying?" the voice of Mr. Angga who arrived surprised Febby. " You! since when are you here?!" febby replied sarcastically as she wiped her tears before she turned back.

"Jealous? How handsome are you that I should be jealous of you? Aren't you the one who always felt jealous when Neddy approached me?!" febby replied cynically while draping his hands together in the chest.

"Hey I'm handsome! Look at this handsome face of mine, my dashing body like this? Even all the crazy women are crazy about me. Do you still doubt my good looks?" replied Mr. Angga confidently while putting on his handsome face.

Febby just turned his face away. Mr. Angga then hugged her from behind. " Don't be angry. He was my best friend, my childhood friend. The three of us grew up and grew up together. I'm sorry if I made you jealous" she said, peeping Febby's cheek.

Febby's face turned red like a boiled crab. His chest felt relieved. The face that was originally pouting was now smiling again. Febby turned her back, clutching her arms around her husband's neck. " Oh yeah? hugging until you forget me?" he said cynically with a sharp look.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," said Mr. Angga apologizing while holding both ears. His funny face when apologizing made Febby laugh. " All right, I'm sorry."

Febby sat on the sofa, her eyes still fixed on her husband. Like hinting at him to introduce him to Selin as his wife. " Why look at me like that? Come on now we have to go down to meet them" said Mr. Angga as he pulled Febby's hand out.

" Hey, sorry waiting a long time," said Mr. Angga from the stairs while holding Febby's hand. Marcel san Selin turned to him. Selin stared dislikefully at Febby. They stared at each other not like.

"Oh, no papa. Who is the woman next to you?" selin said stale with a dislike gaze.

"She's my wife, her name is Febby. Oh, baby, he's my best friend. I hope you can be friends well yes," said Mr. Angga to introduce each other. "Sure," they both answered compactly with his fake smile.

Cih, so this is what Marcel meant at that time. That Angga already had another choice. Is he married? I won't let your marriage last long.

Selin cursed inwardly while still putting on her fake smile. The same thing was done by Febby. He doesn't like Selin. I don't know what made her dislike, but she felt a strange gurgle from the look in Selin's eyes as she looked at her husband.

A pal? I don't think he thinks you're a friend. From the look in his eyes when he looks at you, it is clear that he likes you.

Febby squeezed his own clothes, resisting the jealousy that started to enter and provoked him.

Marcel could only pat his head, realizing that soon the third world war was about to begin. " What are you doing?" asked Mr. Angga who felt strange because Marcel suddenly patted his eel.

"Oh no, no. I just forgot that I had to bring Selin to my house to stay there for a while," he replied awkwardly as he scratched his non-itchy head.

" Oh ok. Selin should rest first. You must be tired of long journeys. Later we set the time to hangout together."

Marcel and Selin agreed with Mr. Angga. So they went back to Marcel's house. While the smile expands on Febby's lips when he sees Selin leaving.