It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
49. (PoV Alvendra)

"You?" The noisy woman was the woman who almost fell down yesterday looking for something in the parking frame of my sister's college.

"I'm sorry" he cupped his hands. He is seen choosing the books he just threw on the table at will.

"Ooh, so is this how you're doing to sister-in-law?" Aaaah, he just pisses me off. He thought I was the fuck, so he blurred when he realized I was the one sitting at this table.

This woman is my sister's target. She is younger, but already has a child named Elena.

"Huh? Sister-in-law? Since when did I marry your sister?" also his mouth. He canceled the plan to move the table, pulled the bench right next to me to sit there.

My brother, Mas Aren has been busy lately looking for weapons to attack Ms. Reina, a lover who is married to her best friend. I think it's only natural that the lover ran away from him. He was like a refrigerator that had no warmth at all.

Any time, while abroad, Ms. Reina was ignored so that she found another comfort when with friends Mas Aren, who I used to call Bang Gani, a good man who was very considerate.

I remember how broken my brother's heart was to find out that his lover was married to Bang Gani. This makes the value had plummeted due to a severe down.

I re-lyriced the woman who was busy flipping through the pages of several books. If not wrong, he's called Nesya. Maybe because it has a child named Elena, which makes Mas Aren as if chasing after him.

In fact, it might just show off Elena to Mbak Reina. He is married for more than five years, but has not had a child.

The noisy woman beside me was still busy flipping through the sheets of books to make me overwhelmed by the sound of the sheets of paper he opened. He really didn't care about me sitting next to him.

I have a lot of questions for him. I'm really curious about their story. However, I feel sorry if he will be a potential victim who will be disappointed by my brother. Aah, bodo is great! Better, I continued writing this almost completed thesis.

However, this eye by itself glanced at him who was beside me without command. It seemed, he was a strange person, it was possible to fall asleep in a place like this. Dikira really will be very serious about doing the task, it turns out even molor.

As she slept, I wanted to find an answer to my curiosity. I stood right behind him, trying to focus the pupil looking directly at what he was writing. However, the writing was so small, it made my body reflexively bend to enlarge the eyeball.

"Neurope ...."

dugh

"Abouuww ...."

Me and the woman named Nesya were both screaming. Because the call made Nesya who was asleep wake up reflex to straighten the head, hit my nose and glasses.

The vow! Really sick, crazy? What his head was made of made up to make my nose as if it had escaped from the frame.

"Why did Bang Alven?" He glanced at me with sharp eyes rubbing the back of the head.

"Why did you suddenly wake up? Say cake!" I sat down on the bench next to him. My nose is already feeling sore.

I looked at the woman who called him earlier. He took turns to look at the two of us. Surprisingly the owner of the name nonchalantly rubbed the head that had clashed with my nose.

I opened my glasses and massaged the greening cavity hoping that the pain would lessen.

He kept looking suspiciously at me, I immediately closed the laptop put it in the bag. I have to withdraw immediately to the technical faculty, my college.

I lyricized the two of them for a moment, the owner of Nesya's name, looking at me with lips clenched slightly forward. Aaah, I have to be prepared if he complains to Mas Aren. After all, my sister would definitely not respond to him too much. He would have defended me more.

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As night fell, we all gathered with food as usual, ordered from neighbors who received catering for our families.

"Walaaah, so you really like Nesya?" Mama interrupted Papa's question.

However, Mas Aren only fed the food into his mouth without any intention of answering the question in the slightest.

"Rin! When are you getting married? You are already past thirty! Papa doesn't mind if you're with Nesya, even if she's a widow. Papa likes his persistence with all his life stories."

"Hmmm .. So it's okay to have a widow's daughter-in-law?" Mama again crammed Papa's words.

"Yaaa, no problem. So Papa doesn't have to wait long to play with grandchildren. Dad has a grandson, right?"

Food keeps coming into my mouth bribes for bribes. I don't care about the chatter that was meant for Mas Aren. What I'm worried about is that her boyfriend complained about this incident this afternoon.

"Ren, didn't you hear what Papa said?"

Mas Aren stopped with his activities. Put the two spoons on the plate and look at Mama and Papa alternately.

"It doesn't seem like him either, Ma, Pa."

"Lhoh? Not her either?" Mom put a spoon on her plate. "So, what do you want?"

I think Mas Aren's attempt failed to get close to that woman named Nesya. So of course Nesya will not complain. Thank goodness laaahh.

Oh yes, not some time ago he had been close to the lecturer of the teacher department?

"Maybe it's the same Gendis Ma'am time?" origin kataku.

Mas Arendra who was on the opposite side of my desk, stared straight without saying anything. I was afraid to see those flat eyes.

"It looks like you're getting closer to Nesya, right?" he told me

"meaning?"

"I saw you both sitting in the library with him."

In fact, he knew the whereabouts of the woman. Does he always follow the owner of Nesya's name?

"So you're jealous?"

He got up from the bench he was sitting on. "Take it!" he said go into the room.

"Ven .. tell Papa! So you're with your sister's boyfriend?"

"No! I guess there's nothing else. But Nesya did not claim to be Mas Aren's lover. It seems, we're the one who guessed wrong."

"But Aren is very close to Elena. So, Papa thinks they meet often."

"Yaaa, Aren used to drive his own dirty clothes to Nesya's Laundry anyway." Mama's dream shocked me.

"So the laundry belongs to him?" I emphasize the tone requires a definite answer. Mama nodded steadily.

"She's been in business since she was with her old husband. When divorced, he decided to focus on opening a laundry business. The members of Mama's socialite who helped to promote the laundry. To be what it is today."

Ooh, now I understand why Mama had all the laundry sent there. We used to wash our own clothes. Hmmm .. Interesting also turns out his life story.

"May as well, nih."