It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 100's

“Pak Allan, forgive all the bad deeds Desta so far,” said Aluna with a trembling tone holding a glass of juice.

They were in a cafe inside the hospital. After Desta fell asleep again, Aluna asked Allan for a four-eye talk.

“Desta is not a bad guy. He hurt Giany because of me.”

“It's okay, Aluna, it's not your fault. Anyway, it's all over.”

Aluna rubbed both sides of her cheeks wet with tears. He recalled a year ago, when everything was fine. “That night, a few days before our wedding, Desta got drunk and accidentally met Giany. He thought Giany had deliberately set him up, so he treated him badly. Desta was wrong ... Not wanting to lose to Doctor Allan, he becomes obsessed with Giany. And she misinterpreted it as love.”

You're right Aluna, but I also have to thank Desta for hurting Giany, so I have a gap to take it. Hehe, you whiner's soul! it means in your heart to yourself.

“I know that. Desta never loved Giany, he was just obsessed with wanting to have. If he does love, let alone hit, snapping will not bear.” Allan sipped a cup of warm tea. “You don't worry, I will help you as much as possible.”

“Help me, Sir?” aluna was confused.

Allan nodded with a faint smile at the corner of his lips. I don't know what there will be after this.

“How?”

“You ... I fired!” allan said casually, making Aluna round her eyes.

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Time showed at eight p.m. when Allan arrived home. Ms. Dini and Maysha were in the living room. His gaze swept across the room. Usually Giany will spend time in the family room with Maysha and Bu Dini. However, this time Giany was not seen there.

“Giany where, Bu?” tanyakanya.

“So we finished dinner straight to the room. He said to rest. Have you eaten?”

“Already, Bu.”

After chatting for a while with Ms. Dini and playing with Maysha, Allan went upstairs. Giany was leaning on the bed while playing his phone.

“Mas are home?” He greeted the husband by kissing the back of his hand, and was kissed on the forehead by Allan.

“Iya, Darling. I've been playing for a while with Maysha under.”

Allan examined the part of Giany's feet that turned blue from the impact when he fell and examined the inch by inch. “How's leg? Already done?”

“Iya Mas's. It's not as sick as it was.”

“Sgratitude.”

“Already, dear,” he replied as he stroked Giany's face, which made Giany lean his head on his shoulder.

“Can I ask you something?”

Giany lowered his head afterwards, making Allan's forehead wrinkle. It was as if what she was about to ask would make her husband angry. “What do you want to ask?”

“But don't get mad if I ask.”

“Iya, indeed when have I ever been angry with you anyway?”

Giany shakes. It is true that even though Allan was never angry with him and was very indulgent. But as a wife, she felt obliged to keep her husband feeling and not make Allan jealous by asking other men.

“What the hell, bad tofu hung like anu.”

“Mas Desta how, Mas?” asked Giany doubtfully.

“Oh, want to ask that anyway.” Allan chuckles afterwards, rubbing Giany's hair gently after realizing Giany might be afraid to ask her ex-husband. “Desta is fine, really. No serious injuries.”

Hearing Allan's reply, Giany finally breathed a sigh of relief. Since then he could not calm down and felt guilty thinking about Desta's fate.

"You don't think about that anymore. After all in a few days we will move to a new house and start a new sheet there. Away from gossip and julid's neighbors."

"Yes, Mum." Giany then tightened his hand that was coiled around her husband's waist, inhaling the scent of Allan's body which to him soothed his soul. And the smallest thing that Giany did was able to create happiness for Allan.

“I'm happy if you are spoiled like this,” he said while showering Giany's face with a kiss. “I like it when you are spoiled, crybaby, and like to ask for this and that.”

“Why, Mas?”

“Because I don't want you to lose your indulgence as a wife. Many husbands out there are happy that their wives are independent and they are proud. I don't want to be like that.”

“Why, Mas? Isn't it nice to have an independent wife?”

“Because you are my ribs, not the backbone. Just as the ribs protect the heart, your duty is to guard the heart and property of your husband ... Do you understand what I mean by husband's heart and treasure?”

“Understanding, Mas?” the answer. “Love and honor of husband.”

“Nah, it understands.” He kissed again and again, hugging tightly. Warm and soft.

I will protect and protect you with whatever I have, because you .. are my ribs that Desta once borrowed.

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