Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
OTW Karma Again
A few days after talking to Naura, Kayla was often alone in her apartment. Sitting on a sofa overlooking a large window, showing the beauty of Jakarta from the eighth floor. The luxury apartment was purchased from the results of his hard work while working as a model.
For a few days Kayla has been sitting in the apartment. Naura's words are like a hard whip that can shake her determination to take revenge on her former best friend, named Arumi. Fortunately for two days he did not have a shooting schedule, because the entire crew was preparing a new shooting location for beauty products.
For two days, he did not accompany Mahesa in the hospital, because he got word that Naila was in the hospital. To avoid a fight between the two women, the nurse on guard sent Kayla a short message.
The woman's brown bead glanced towards the wall clock taped over the television cabinet in the living room. The hour hand has shown at one o'clock in the afternoon.
"Ehm .. it's worth my stomach rumbling. Apparently it was time for lunch," he murmured softly.
The woman got up from the sofa, stepped towards the refrigerator in the kitchen. A long, slender bouncy closet opens the door to a two-level silver fridge.
Stand on the side of the closet while exhaling a rough breath. "Basic senile! Why Mbok Diah can forget to tell me that in the refrigerator there is no food that can be processed. He should have said before he came home. In this case, I have to go to the supermarket, buy food supplies for the next few days" Kayla complained.
The young woman condemned the negligence of the assistant who worked in her apartment. It was like cursing an old woman who had worked for almost five years, but it was useless because the person concerned was not in place. It only made his energy wasted and his stomach feel even more hungry.
Swinging his legs towards the room, grabbed the keys of the car lying on the nightstand. Then take a cream-colored hoddie hanging on the standing holder, behind the bedroom door. The woman was wearing it while stepping out of the apartment.
The weather in the rainy city of Jakarta makes the streets a little sluggish, because motorists choose to take shelter in stalls or shops on the side of the road waiting until the rain subsides. Even so, for four-wheelers or two-wheelers who are forced to break through rainwater should still be careful because the road is slippery and can cause accidents.
That afternoon, Kayla prefers to go alone to a mall in the Central Jakarta area without being escorted by the driver. He wants to enjoy the day off without being interrupted by anyone including Mona-sang's assistant.
For nearly an hour, Kayla drove her four-wheeled vehicle. Due to an accident a few months ago made the woman a little traumatized so she drove her vehicle at a speed of 40 KM/h.
Taking a deep breath when the car he was driving was parked neatly in the basement. "I finally got to my destination safely" the woman muttered, shutting down the engine. After making sure the vehicle is locked and no items are left in the car, he stepped foot in the mall building.
When she arrived at the supermarket, Kayla immediately pushed the grocery trolley and walked slowly to find food that could be processed easily. Although the woman is not very good at cooking but if only cooking vegetable soup and frying 3T (know, tempeh, tempeh, eggs) and making fruit salads of course he can but to process foods that require special skills, Kayla raises her hand.
"What would I buy?" Kayla reached into the mobile phone inside the sling bag, then read the shopping notes.
Thoroughly, Kayla put one by one groceries into the trolley. Starting from fruits, vegetables, low-fat milk healthy snacks such as yogurt and pudding and not to forget mayonise and cheese as a complement to making salads.
The beautiful eyeball glanced at her basket, making sure all her needs were met for the next week.
"I think all the things you need are in the trolley." The taper jemari reverses the contents of the trolley to make sure there are no items that have not been purchased.
"I'd better go to the cashier soon, pay for all these things. After that just went to the meatball stall where I subscribed. It's been a long time since I've stopped by there." A smile is painted on the face when imagining his mouth filled with processed food, made from beef formed round like a ping pong ball.
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Now, women who work as top models are in a village in Rawa Geni Village. A densely populated village that used to be Kayla's residence before becoming a famous model. The village became a silent witness how hard Kayla struggle to be at the highest point of her career as a model.
He gave a smile when he saw his favorite meatball stall visible from a fifty-meter radius. The meatball shop was quite crowded with several buyers who deliberately came there, enjoying the delicious meatballs made by Ojan mang.
"I ordered a bowl of meatballs complete with the soup and vegetables yes" Kayla told the owner of the meatball stall. "Oh yeah, don't forget togenya plusin."
"OK, Neng. Ready it!" mang Ojan answered while lifting his thumb into the air. The man was helped by his wife immediately mix meatballs ordered by Kayla and some buyers who had been waiting in line since.
Kayla chose a table near the entrance of the meatball stall, because she did not want anyone else to notice her presence in the meatball stall. Although he wore sunglasses and a mask, but did not rule out the possibility of the buyers were aware of his presence there.
"Please, Neng. Meatballs with soun and toge that many have made Mamang," said Mang Ojan friendly. Despite not recognizing that the woman before him was a famous model, as the merchant Mang Ojan always be friendly to his buyers because for the middle-aged man, the buyer is king.
A bowl of large-sized urate meatballs and three pieces of small meatballs complete with soun and toge are available on the table. The distinctive smell of beef meatballs and puff of smoke poured into the air, tickling Kayla's sense of smell making the woman's saliva flow by itself.
Not wanting to waste too long, Kayla grabbed the spoon and fork in front of her. Clean a set of cutlery with a sheet of antiseptic tissue to keep clean from the cutlery.
"Ehm .. is delicious," Kayla said as she sipped the meatballs. "It never changes from time to time." Kayla rushed to cut the large circle into pieces to make it easier to eat.
While Kayla was busy enjoying a bowl of her favorite saucer meatballs, a sneak peek could be heard from the back seat talking about someone.
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"Basic actor! Not know yourself! How can you take a husband from your own best friend. There is no man in this world but your best friend's husband?" whisk one of the mothers berdaster light green.
"I guess, it seems like at home she doesn't have a mirror so this woman confidently goes everywhere without feeling the slightest sin!"
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