It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-5. All the same
*Sorry, you are new up, because I am not healthy with my family. Aaiih, my body holds all the flavors. So please let me know if there are many typho yaaah*
"Proposal to be a second wife?"
Not so reading the contents inside the envelope has made me feel annoyed first. So this is Mas Aren's job behind me?
The paper in the hand just crumpled because I reflexively grasped it tightly. I reopen the other letters, it turns out they contain the same thing, only the number is different.
chequeleked
The sound of the bathroom door opening from the inside. I choose to move.
"Darling, are you done cooking?" asked Mas Aren who was moving to hug me.
Ah, it turns out that he is the same .. All men are the same. At first, they showed their liking, after getting what they wanted even like this.
I chose to head to the next room, the one that was supposed to be for Elena, but it was empty just like that because the little girl did not want to sleep alone in her room.
Tears fell on their own without my being able to hold. I re-imagined how Bang Alan had secretly become a paid man without ever knowing it.
However, my marriage to Mas Aren is still a week. I should how?
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"Darling, what are you?"
I could only look at the door. The thing made of wood that separates me from someone out there.
"Iamaha! C'mon here! I want to tell you something funny. However, it turned out that my briefcase had been dismantled by Elena."
"What?"
"Ibuuuk, Ibuuuk ...."
Elena's voice also took turns calling me from outside the door.
"Did you read those ngaco letters? Don't misunderstand me first! It's just a funny story I want to tell you." he said behind the door I was holding.
However, his persuasion has not been able to melt my heart. I still remember my dark past. The past where my husband used to wrestle with women other than me.
"I'm sorry, you don't like me with your ex-husband dong. This is a very different case."
"August, Ibuuuk ... Elena's hungry, Buuuuk."
The sound of knocking on the door was accompanied by the voice of my husband and son who continued to shout from the outside of the room.
"Momuuuk? Why didn't I say it?" Elena started crying.
"It's the same Papa yuk, I don't love us anymore. Come on, come on, Papa."
Lhoh? Where will my son be taken? Elena's my son, why would she take Elena? I got up and opened the room door to see the two of them giving each other the index code on the lips with a ignorant face.
When they saw me, the two men were fixated for a few seconds. I feel like I'm getting into the trap of the father son, so this reflex of the hand wants to close the door again.
But this time, the door felt heavy when I closed it. It turned out, Mas Aren had already restrained with his feet between the doors.
"Darling, don't gini dong. Don't deduce for yourself what's in your head. I'll explain everything. Please ...."
The door was not closed, so I closed it. I let him go inside. "What else? What's the show after this, Mas?"
"Lhoohs? How do you say that? So you don't trust me who loves you so sincerely? So you still think this relationship is a charade?"