HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE
Part_79

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         HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE

#part_79

#by: R.D.Lestari.

"Good morning, ma'am," I said as the woman approached me. There was never an answer from him. He kept going as usual ignoring me, and I could only comment on a wry smile. Although he was my girlfriend, but now he is my ex and also my boss. I can do anything but caress my chest and be patient.

"A snob, our boss?" Dion, my friend whispered right in my ear.

"Hussst, don't be so reckless. He's our boss, "my heart.

"Partially, look for the face anyway, loe," Dion mocked me.

"Not that, he's our boss, Yon," I tried to shake off his bad thoughts. Finding a job is hard now. Honey if the wrong word is fired. Ex ex, stomach needs to eat. Love is number.

"Cih, your pompous ass. If I'm a mah males negur boss snob so. Win beautiful only him, so get a rich husband. Oddly enough, her husband was never seen. Is he just a mistress?"

"You ... gosh..," I'm pissed.

"Ehm, ahem,"

Without us knowing, it turns out that Bu Indri is behind us. Dion who was busy talking about Ms. Indri kontan jerked. His body trembled, and so did I. My chest is rumbling. Afraid to see the wrath of the woman who once filled the recesses of my heart first, and now, of course. 

"You mean, I'm a mistress?know where you're from? is it because my husband never came and you said I'm a mistress?" Indri clucked waist.

"Bu-not that, ma'am. Ma--I mean ...," Dion's lips quivered. The faintest pendant of fear was clearly implied on his dull face.

"You know, Dion. I'm arrogant, I don't want to get too close to employees, I don't want people to think badly of me. I'm not a seductress. Do I have to broadcast to the public if my beloved husband is sick?"

"And you're Dion, I don't want to see you working at my place anymore! please come out now!"

indri's jolt was right in front of me. His eyes lit up in anger with a face that was difficult to describe.

I saw Dion was angry. His clenched hands revealed blue veins sticking out.

Sretta!

Bruackkk!

A moment later Dion pushed the pile of cardboard right next to him. The cardboard pile of mineral water that he had just stacked. Unfortunately the cardboard was right in front of Indri.

Before he carried out his action, I accidentally saw a bad reaction from him, and when he pushed the objects, without thinking I immediately pushed Indri and.

***

Indri Pov.

My feeling was bad when I entered the office located inside the row of selling goods. Coincidentally the warehouse is overcrowded, overloaded. Therefore, some items are brought to the office and meet some sides of the office.

My steps were heavy when I saw Ikhsan, the ex-boyfriend who now works for me is now busy tidying things up. I actually put him in the barn, but due to the lack of people, Uncle pulled him to help in the office. As a result, every day inevitably had to meet him.

Although he looks very friendly and tries his hardest to make up for me, unfortunately my heart is already sick and hate him. For me, whatever he says is useless. I accepted it working purely out of pity. Nothing more. He means nothing to me, a dark memory that does not deserve to be remembered.

A sweat poked on his forehead as I passed by. I didn't answer the answer because it didn't matter to me that there were no pleasantries between us. Later if I answer, it is still thought to be love. Cih, no favor!

Just as my feet were about to climb the stairs, I read Dion's thoughts swearing about me. I turned around and hid behind a wall not far from those who were talking .

"A snob, our boss?"

Huh, it feels like I want to slap that guy's mouth. I'm arrogant for a reason, you know!

"Hussst, don't be so reckless. He's our boss, "sahut Ikhsan. Hmm, as I thought, he still put his heart on me. It is evident that he still defends me.

"Somehow, look for the face anyway, loe," My chest immediately rumbled to Dion's words. Make emotions indeed.

"No, he's our boss, Yon,"

I was a little happy when Ikhsan was still defending me.

"Cih, your pompous ass. If I'm a mah males negur boss snob so. Win beautiful only him, so get a rich husband. Oddly enough, her husband was never seen. Is he just a mistress?" This time I had a lot of patience. My hands are clenched and the tubers feel like they're about to break. Slowly I approached them. Ready to pull out a deadly move.

"You ... gosh..," Ikhsan clucked in annoyance.

"Ehm, ahem,"

"You mean, I'm a mistress?know where you're from? is it because my husband never came and you said I'm a mistress?" I clucked my waist.

"Bu-not that, ma'am. Ma--I mean ...," Dion's lips quivered.

"You know, Dion. I'm arrogant, I don't want to get too close to employees, I don't want people to think badly of me. I'm not a seductress. Do I have to broadcast to the public if my beloved husband is sick?" I nyerocos put out a bunch of chips in my heart. It hurts to hear people's scorn on me. I'm not a seductress.

"And you're Dion, I don't want to see you working at my place anymore! please come out now!"

I saw Dion was angry. His clenched hands revealed blue veins sticking out.

Sreett!

A moment later I saw Dion pushing the cardboard boxes filled with mineral water, right in front of me. It was too fast and I didn't get away. Didn't think Dion could be that close.

Bruackkk!

The cards fell right in front of me and I .. bounced until my body hit the wall. Like someone was pushing my body hard from the side.

Bugh!

"Ikhsan!"

I heard Dion's voice, before the end of his life the bastard was as quick as lightning to escape, without helping someone who was lying helplessly under a pile of cardboard filled with clearly heavy mineral water.

"Ikh-Ikhsan?"

I shuffled closer to Ikhsan while holding my head that hurt from the impact hard enough, as well as my legs and hands.

Bruk-bruck!

One by one the cardboard that hit him I removed as much as I could.

Ikhsan is in a downturned position. He did not move, only I felt his pulse and breath still felt, a sign of life still there.

"Ikh-san ...," my lips twitched in his name. The fear that he would die would ambush the recesses of my heart. Are these old feelings of pity, pity, or compassion beginning to grow back?

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