I'm the One You're wasting
Meeting the Most Beautiful Ex

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Coincidentally Badrun wanted to take the water left behind on the kitchen table, accidentally he saw the door of Witma's room slightly open. He also heard the sound of Reka laughing uncharacteristically so he decided to come closer and peek.

After peeking at Badrun so surprised at the sight of Reka strangling Witma's neck so tightly, Badrun who was afraid of something unwanted happening with a shrill voice shouted in the doorway. "Delivery!! What are you doing?"

The design immediately took off his strangulation, he then slightly revealed a knotty smile. "Father, the same design Witma was joking. Aye 'kan. Darling?" Reka's eyes glared at Witma who was holding her neck.

"I-yes," Witma replied nervously.

"Don't lie, Reka, look at your wife's neck so red." Badrun pointed at Witma's neck. "That's not a joke, Reka, are you going to kill your wife?" Badrun's guess didn't miss at all. "Why silence, replied the Father, Reka?"

"Father what the hell, we're just kidding. Don't overdo it," said Reka. "Come, baby, we go to Mom's house" asked Reka who helped Witma to stand up.

"If you are not in love and love with Witma, just give her back well" Badrun said.

"Witma is okay, sir. It's true what Mas Reka said, if we were just joking." Witma forced her lips to smile, so Badrun could believe.

"No, you heard it yourself." The designs then wrapped their hands around Witma's waist. "Do not hear the words of the Father. Yeah, honey. Because I want to be up to you at any time, I will never want to part with you."

Witma could only nod, because her affection for Reka was so great that she loved herself more.

"Okay, I hope this is the first and last time. You should never repeat it again Reka, because that includes the actions of the KDRT." Badrun knew that at this time Witma was only pretending to smile. "Witma, smear your neck with the ointment in the P3K box, so that the marks fade. I don't want your mom to see the former giggles of Reka."

"No need sir, Witma will close it using a scarf," replied Witma who got a small pinch from Reka.

"Then you want to go to the rice field first" said Badrun. "You guys be careful on the road, you make sure you bring a motor don't speed it." Mr. Badrun always commemorates Reka, if he will go using his metallic motor.

"Is the gasoline full?" As usual the designer will ask for full gasoline or not. So that he doesn't have to fill it up again.

"Bad yesterday forgot the contents, you just bought it to POM." Badrun gave Design one sheet of money. "Buy your money, you don't tell me anything about Mom." Badrun left after saying that.

The designer tilted his head to make sure Badrun was completely gone. After hearing the sound of the door closing Reka pushed Witma again. "It's money for the cost of the motorcycle, if you go home later mita fare to your mother."

Witma took the five thousand money that Reka gave her. "Less Mas, cost to mother's house twenty thousand."

"I told you! Ask your mother. I don't have any more money." The design snatched the jacket that was on the bed. "Go home, don't stay overnight. Okay!"

Witma was silent, because she had seen in her pants pocket there were some pieces of money in red.

"I came home late at night, as usual, waiting for me to come home and sleep." The design always advised Witma like this every time he would travel.

"Good Mas." Only that sentence was able to come out of Witma's mouth.

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Witma who walked while daydreaming, almost got dragged by a motorcycle. He who was shocked spontaneously said two sentences of shahadah. "Ashhadu an laa ilaha illallah, wa asyhadu anna muhammadar apostleullah." Holding his chest which felt his heart beating so fast.

"Witma, are you okay?" ask the man who almost grazed Witma earlier.

Witma who seemed to know the man quickly looked away. "Sorry, Brother Arash, I walked too far into the middle." Witma even apologized when he was almost in the drag.

"It's okay, don't you want to go to Mom's? I'll just drop you off, " bargain Arash.

Arash is the son of the village chief, who turns out to be a former Witma. Arash Witma's legacy with their status is still dating because he has to finish college. However, the harsh reality Arash had to accept after several years he was outside the country he even got news from his parents that Witma was married to another man. Though Arash had promised to marry Witma when Witma had finished high school, he also promised to pay Witma college if they were married. But it's a pity that Arash must bury her deeply because the universe doesn't seem to approve of their relationship.

"No need, brother." Witma did not dare look Arash in the eyeballs of the good man he had betrayed. "Witma, walk first then. Excuse me, brother."

Arash holds the hand of Witma, the woman he has longed for rejecting many beautiful women and sexiesi only for the sake of a Witma girl who is still the same age as her sister. "Let me take you, all I want to take a letter of invitation to Mother's house." Honestly until now Arash can not forget the figure of Witma who has managed to ravage his heart.

"Sister, please put your brother's hand away, embarrassed to see people. Witma is also now a wife of people," said Witma timidly.

"Astagfirullahaladzim." Arash took a few steps back, after removing his grip from Witma's hand. "Sorry, brother accidentally."

"Sister can go directly to Mother's house, let Witma follow later" said Witma.

Arash instead stared at Witma's changed appearance, not wearing the hijab anymore. Then she asked, "Does hijab hinder your beauty?"

Witma shook her head, where perhaps she said that Reka did not like to see her wearing a hijab. "Not so sister, Witma is just sultry using a hijab." Witma had to lie.

"Your country in the world is not worth the heat of the fire of hell." Arash feels Witma is hiding something because he accidentally saw a reddish mark on Witma's neck.

"Witma first brother, Assalamu'alaikum." Witma does not want to make Reka jealous, because she knows that Reka's spies are everywhere.

"Witta!!" yelled Risa from the top of her meticulous motor.

Witma. "Mas Reka," he murmured softly. He knew that Rita would punish him.

"Hurry home!" Looks like the eyes of the designer are already red-lit. "Woman itchy!" the strangulation that Arash could hear.

Seriate.