It turns out my husband was a Gigolo

It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-2 (alvendra Pov)

Finally the photo of the mother of one child I threw into the trash can. This was what initially scared me to leave Nesya. Apparently, he chose my brother over me.


Does Mas Aren really love Nesya? There will be no one else who can love Nesya as sincerely as I do. Aaa ... Should I keep losing to my brother?


I chose not to go home to witness the sacred day for the two brides. I can only give a reason there are tests that are not left behind.


I thought the marriage would be delayed if I didn't come. Apparently, they still held it, even without my presence.


My heart is broken, why when I start to understand something called love, break up before it connects like this? I can't sleep tonight at all. However, I promise after tonight I will no longer think of anything about Nesya.


Nesya is my brother's wife. Yes ... that's it, nothing more.


The next day I went to college feeling heavy. There were some people I passed by and smiled at. But a moment later that smile turned into a confused face, I did not look at them at all.


I went into the classroom choosing the backmost position. Lecturers come and anyone comes just like the wind comes and goes without hitting me at all. The lecture was over, all students came out of the class with a capat movement.


I am the only one in the same position without moving anywhere. The next lecture continues, and the euphoria of this heartbreak pain makes everything feel the same, tasteless. People pass by, present and go like breeze—yaa ... Winds.


buughh


"Awwww!" The cry of a girl who fell before me broke my daydream. For a moment the girl glanced at me in annoyance.


I shifted a few steps to the side and resumed my journey to leave. Before long, a pull on the backpack on my back made me restrained.


"Heh, you're a man what a sissy huh? I obviously fell because of you, instead of being helped, instead of you thinking about it?" said it.


I momentarily moved to see the condition of the back pants looked a little dirty because of the dust on the floor. I helped clean up the remaining dust attached to the back by patting it to make sure there was no more dust on the girl's pan*tat. Surprisingly the girl was jolted and stunned for a moment.


"What are you doing fucking?"


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"sorry. I forgot that you are a woman." Both of his hands I let go chose to leave.


I heard a quick movement from behind. I lyrically went back towards the back seeing the girl running jumping about to give her kick to me.


I shifted to see it, made the kick lose the target and he became a whim. I greeted him and we both fell into a hug.


But my hand held something that felt so strange and chewy. Reflexes, these eyes looked at it instantly.


"What do you see men lacking?"


buughh


The punch landed back on me. This time it is located on the heart and of course it feels very painful. However, as a man I must be able to maintain the image, there is no way a woman's punch makes me look at.


The girl started to move away from my embrace. "Lu's looking for a chance, huh Anjiiirrr?" The girl got up and left me with a sullen face.


"Freak girl." Can only grimace while enduring the pain in my furrow.


Why is it that after a deep heartbreak, I even experienced a strange incident with this girl named Zizi?


I got up and moved home with this day all feeling flat. However, I just remembered something that was not flat. There was something in my hand that was round and rubbery. The girl's chest rests on my hand.


"It turns out that it feels like."


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At night while doing the task given by the lecturer, I was reinvigorated by the incident last afternoon. It's reflex to look at the same hand.


"God. My brains? What happened to my brain?"