It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-7. Split my chest!

"It's impossible, sir. My wife is martial arts."

The police nodded their heads a few times. Please let me know if she is my wife or not.

I approached the cage where a woman was bandaged over the shoulder. At the sight of that face, the face that I had always seen the last few days, this time he fell asleep with a slight ringing.

I have long, black hair. "Darling?" It's been confirmed that the face belongs to my wife who has been snatching since last night.

"Darling? Ii'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you go alone in such a state of turmoil." I grabbed Nesya's hand and held her.

His grip returned my grasp making despair soar far. "Darling, are you awake?" I whispered right in his ear.

Slowly Nesya's eyes opened to look at me with a sweet face. His grip felt tighter. "I'm sorry, Mom. It seems like this is a punishment for a stubborn wife like me." It made my heart melt.

"Don't say that! It's just a coincidence that could be a lesson to us."

Even though I was only the second person to him, I hoped that it would be the last one to fill his life. Nesya nodded her head.

"I shouldn't be late with what's on my mind. I'm just afraid my past is repeating itself" he said.

"Is your past with your ex so bad that you think all men are the same?"

Nesya looked pondered for a moment and glanced at me back. Her eyes implied a past she had with her ex-husband looked quite heavy.

However, is it just me who feels the relationship looks pretty good with the Alan. Until making a sigh of anger still peaked when he saw the man again trying to get closer to my woman.

"From today, whatever is good, should be delivered. No one interrupts before everything is clear!" my spoken. Nesya nodded her head and I just stroked her head back.

Netra we met each other without breaking up. "Do you really love me?" he half whispered, barely heard.

"Of course, honey. Do I have to take out the old-fashioned fighting?" I said to tease him.

"What kind of a race?"

"In my school days, there was a very popular conversation. Do you want to hear it?"

Nesya nodded her head. He certainly did not know let alone the time the advertisement appeared, the hamlet he was in had not entered electricity. Electricity has been in the village for the last eight years.

"If you don't believe it yet, cut my chest!" whispered back.

Nesya was stunned and chuckled at hearing that. It turns out that the dreadlocks that used to be considered crisp in my high school days, can still make him smile.

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The next morning, Nesya came back to pick Elena up at my parents' house. The little girl looked quite surprised at what was happening to her mother.

"She, now you have a family. Instead of you dizzy to take care of many things, you better just focus on your family. If you were at home, it probably wouldn't be like this!" my mother's words confused Nesya.

"How about you stay here just focus on taking care of your husband, Aren?"

"You mean I have to stop business and college?"

"Yes, at least you can take good care of your husband."

"Ma, I can take good care of myself. I can also make sure I can take care of Mama Papa, with my little family at once. Did Mama forget I've been independent since I was a kid?"

Mom was surprised to hear the statement I just said. Mama couldn't believe that her eldest son was so grown up.

"I am no longer a child, Ma. I'm sure we can live it. Surely if Mama approves of what my wife is going through right now."

Mama looks like she breathed a long breath. "Are you filing for early retirement?" chirp my mother.

My father seemed to hold back a smile and nodded in agreement. "Good, Papa agrees. Your age is also not productive working in an office. Better be prepared to be a good grandmother who nemenin grandchildren at home."

"Have you said that it was unproductive? Gini-gyini Mama has a lot of achievements, you know?" My mom didn't want to lose to Papa's guyonan just now.

"Papa and Mama just calm down, we try not to bother Mama and Papa if not in a state of urgency" said Nesya with a very convincing face.

"However, I will try my best to be a good wife to Mas Aren, a mother who always loved Elena, and a daughter-in-law who tried to do everything as well as possible."

"Perhaps, I'm not the perfect woman for Mas Aren, but I always try to be better than before. Mas Aren has a higher education, at least I can have a college degree."

Nesya pulled my hand and looked at my netra deeply. "A while back, I promise I won't repeat. I'm just afraid the past is repeating itself." Then, Nesya bowed with a face full of regret.

I embrace my wife can only give a little nod. After that we said goodbye to both of my parents taking Elena home. Nesya I asked to rest first until her condition stabilized, accompany Elena and see the laundry employees who work with her.

While I prepared as soon as possible still try to leave for work as usual even though it could be said to be quite late.

After saying goodbye to two people who have been part of my life, I drove the vehicle at a speed above normal. Even though it was clear to the campus to arrive late, it still had to speed up the pace.

After arriving at the campus, I tried to pass a little away from our department chair. While sneaking around, it turns out that even the head of the study program, Mr. Suhandi who deliberately cleared his throat stated that he saw me like a mouse who was caught stealing something.

I just nodded and continued my steps to go straight to the lecture hall.

"Just come?" ask him to me.

"Oh, I went straight to the classroom, sir. I didn't stop by our department."

"Where are you from?" Mr. Suhandi is still investigating me.

"So my phone missed in the car, sir. So I got back in the car, afraid there was an important call. Excuse me first, sir. Poor students I've been waiting in class."

I nodded my head again and asked permission to head to the lecture hall. Meeting Mr. Suhandi made me feel like I was taking a big test all of a sudden. After turning to another part of the corridor, I could finally feel a little relieved.

I don't know why I feel the atmosphere at my workplace is getting uncomfortable. Should I resign from this job?