In 30ths.
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Nothing is perfect and nothing is perfect in life. All of them have their own twists, motives and also the result of each ending of the story in Titi.

Prankk....!!

Thrown a new phone hits the marble floor in a luxurious room.

" Julian! Did you throw my phone away, huh?" Pekik Tania who just came out of the bathroom.

The clock still shows at 05:30 am. The housekeepers were still busy preparing breakfast for the master, but the master had argued with each other and maintained his own ego.

" You are what! A silly girl, not knowing herself! What connection are you with your student huh?" Julian blabbed at Tania who was still standing near the walk in closet.

" Eh, watch your mouth Yes! I'm not that kind of woman. I'm not like your former line-up who indulges your lust and warms your bed for a coin!" Reply Tania is no less fierce with explosive anger.

Tania POV.

I'm Tania, I'm 30 now. Not young anymore, right? Yes indeed. I was a language teacher at a private school. High School. Yes, you must know, how the behavior of the students if there is a teacher who is fairly young like me. My face is called a baby face, not to mention because of my tiny body. I still look the same age as them. Not infrequently some of them also like to tease me.

But for me it was just a flavoring spice as well as an entertainer in my heart. I was unlucky, after Dad died, Mom betrothed me to the son of the owner of the largest coffee plantation in her village. And who would have thought the son of the tea plantation owner was a handsome man. No doubt about his good looks but I hate his rude attitude.

He's my husband, but I still hate him. He's fierce and haughty. I don't know if I'm like him!!

My husband's name is Julian Arsen Prasetya. A handsome? indeed, Rich? Aye, Fine? I don't know, I haven't seen the bright side in 6 months we've been married.

Every day he was angry, angry and angry. This morning my phone was the target of his anger. Don't you know him? to buy this phone I set aside a few months of my salary?

I want to grab his brain.

Author POV.

📲: "Hello, aldo?" Mayang contacted one of his friends and subordinates who had just joined the company where he worked.

📱:" Yes?" Aldo's wife replied.

📲:" Can you give his phone to aldo? there's something important I'm going to say."Say it politely and gently. Mayang believes that the one across the phone is the wife of his old friend Aldo.

📱: "Who is this?"Ask Aldo's wife who is curious because Mayang's number is still unfamiliar on her husband's phone.

📲: "I'm Eum..." Mayang answered and Aldo had taken it from his wife's hand.

" Remove, it must be from."

📱:" Hello, hello!!"Mayang yelled half until heard without having to be on the loud speaker.

📲: "Yes Yang, what's up?" Said Aldo unconsciously if the word was a sensitive call in the ears of women.

" What did you say Mas?Oh so she's the woman who used to call you in the middle of the night? Which got you fired from the office?"

" what the hell? no!"Elak Aldo was firm but his wife's late hand was faster than lightning.

📱:" Hello! yes you are what itchy woman! Do you need to call my husband this early in the morning?

Not satisfied with you I poked yesterday?

Do I need to cabein your rotten tempeh too?" Cerocos Aldo's wife non-stop.

📲:" But sorry Mom. I was his manager at..."

📱:" False lie! Not Likely. You must be lying. You perakor!I swear one day your husband was taken by someone!

Let me know how it feels to be hurt!" Oceh Aldo's wife exploded.

📲:" May, Which? Mayang?" Call Aldo rasamalu who has his face.

📱:" Yes what? Can't you teach your wife's mouth Do? From now on, you do not have to go to the office. You I fired!" Excited Mayang who then threw his phone on the sofa.

Mayang fell silent and massaged his forehead. Head throbbing. The past is back again. Looks like Mayang's name gives him a lot of bad luck. She divorced her previous husband.

Mayang POV.

Hi, meet.

I'm Mayang. Want from the front or back is called, still a problem for some couples.

I've been stuck in a lot of calls like this.

My husband who once divorced me because he did not trust me, he thought I was a woman who likes to cheat.

Because some friends and work partners call me My or Yang.

My which means mine, and which means dear. Mayang means mine dear or it could also be dear that they are interpreting. Who else if not the jealous partners?

Hhh, I would like to change the name, but I did not get permission from Father and Mother.

Author POV.

📲" Honey, sorry yes today I can not present in your pickle. Instead, I'm sending flowers?" Anam said on the other end of the phone.

📱: "What other reason are you now? I'm tired of you. There are always many reasons.

Look, we're breaking up from now on!

Give me back the car and the cell phone and another Papa watch you took." Said Dera who was already very angry with the behavior of her boyfriend who only utilized the wealth of Dera and Papanya who is the owner of several large malls in the country.

The call is interrupted, Dera ends her call and is disappointed that Anam, her lover, is unable to attend Dera's new cafe launching event.

" Take everything I write here to his house. Here's the address!" Dera sent several bodyguards to carry out his duties.

Dera wrote down a list of things to take from that crazy bastard. Anam just came here and sent him enough money for college bags in the final semester.

Dera sent Anam some 5jt money. Anam reasoned that his mother was sick in the village. Dera kindly helped him. But who would have thought if the money was only used for poya-foya.

Dera finds Anam shopping at a minimarket with a long-haired woman. Dera wants to mess things up but Dera must be able to keep the good name of his beloved father.

Dera POV.

Hem, I'm Dera.

I am now 29. Papa always forces me to get married. But I don't want to get married.

I'm afraid of marriage, though, like Dad and Mama who always fought until the last time to put Dad in a coma for months after a concussion fell from the second floor of our house because it was pushed by Mama who even ran away with her affair.

I'm kapok, I'm afraid that later my pasagan will be too.

But on the other hand I want to try.

For that, I just love dating.

For me if only limited to dating then the pain and sacrifice given is not as much as people who marry. So I chose this path.