Killing My Husband's Neighborhood
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Jiya was sitting on the street with a face that held back pain.

“Jiya!” Dilan who was already on the terrace of the supermarket was running to save his ex-lover from a passing vehicle.

Tin...

The sound of car horns, motorcycles and rickshaws filled the streets because Jiya never got up from there.

“Jiya..” Dilan also carried Jiya ala bridal style to Lee Jiya supermarket.

The saved Jiya could not look Dilan in the face, for she was ashamed of her childish deeds.

I should have relaxed, Jiya.

The employees Jiya and Dilan who happened to see the romantic scene were even smiling themselves.

They also photographed both with the intention of capturing the rare moment.

But one customer recorded them, then deliberately uploaded them to Instagram with the intention of wanting to viral so that his account was followed by netizens who were hungry for interesting content every day.

Even the customer marked the official Instagram account of Golden Market and the original account of Dilan, not enough until there the customer also gave a sweet caption.

Two bosses who become one, they look very harmonious.

Fitri who just finished lunch again checked her lover's account.

“About she has unfollowed yet?” Fitri also opened a list of people who followed her lover.

“Alhamdulillah.” Fitri was relieved that Dilan was following her wishes.

Fitri's hands are still busy investigating the activities of her lover saw there was someone who marked her lover.

“Eh, what is this?” His heart was pounding as his fingers pressed the new video.

Yoke!

“Haaah!!” fitri's mouth gaping, his eyes perfectly rounded when he saw his lover holding a woman who was none other than Lee Jiya.

He who was burning jealous fire also closed his Instagram account and then switched to the phone menu.

Tuk tuk!

Trutt's...

Jemari Fitri who is good at dialing her lover's number very quickly.

Status rings but is not lifted.

“Where is he?!” fitri's eyes flushed withstanding the cries.

He who was curious also continued to dial his lover's number up to dozens of times.

“You why?” tanya Desi Fitri's co-worker.

“That's okay.” because it's still at work Fitri is trying to dampen her emotions and tears that want to flow.

Wait to get home from work, I'll give you the calculation of itchy women! inner Fitri.

He who does not know the real situation even blames Jiya.

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“Let me down.” Jiya said in a dim voice.

“Wait, soon we get to your office,” said Dilan.

“That's right, people look at us.” whispered Jiya with bulging eyes.

“That's because you're beautiful.” in such an embarrassing position Dilan still had time to joke around with Jiya.

“Crazy you ya!” Jiya who could not see the people also buried her face into the chest of the field and burly Dilan.

Before long they reached the office space on the 2nd floor of Jiya supermarket.

Then Dilan lowered Jiya on the cream-colored sofa in the corner of the room.

“You're okay?” Dilan also checked Jiya's feet using high heels 7 centimeters.

“I'm fine, thank you very much.” Jiya didn't say that her legs were sprained.

“Akh!! Sick, do you want to break my leg?” Jiya snapped at Dilan.

“Yeah, if it hurts why didn't you say?” Dilan bobbing head.

The store employee who just came to the office to save the invoice also saw Jiya and Dilan.

“Can I help you?” ask Dino.

“Oh, can you buy ax oil to Golden Market?” said Dilan while spending 50 thousand money from his shirt pocket.

Sontak Jiya and Dino look at Dilan, because the masculine man told store employee Lee Jiya who is all-round shopping to their competitors.

Seeing the confused reaction of the two Dilan laughed giggling.

“Ah hahaha... I was just kidding, buy under only.” then Dilan give the money, then he patted the back of Jiya employees.

“Good sir,” said Dino.

After Dino left, Dilan looked at Jiya's face, whose lips were tightly closed.

“Do not strain so bu.” Dilan pokes Jiya's chewy cheeks.

“So you know I'm the owner of this Supermarket?” Jiya shifted the subject.

“Iya,” says Dilan.

“Keep, why did you set up your store right across from me?” Jiya was angry at Dilan.

“I just knew it, besides the building it was my father who bought it, not me,” said Dilan.

“Sucks, in case you're a big company, why infiltrate a small town like this anyway? It should be if you want to open a new branch set up in a distant place not near me!” The unprofessional Jiya even banished Dilan subtly.

“Are you going to be happy if I close the store I just opened?” ask Dilan seriously.

“Iya!” jiya replied with origin.

“Good.” Dilan nodded his head.

When the two were still talking Dino also came to the office carrying Dilan's order.

“This is the oil sir.” Dino handed over the medium-sized axe seal oil to Dilan.

Then Dilan and Jiya turned to look at Dino who was in front of them both.

“Thanks.” Dilan received the oil.

“I'm sorry sir.” Dino who wants to continue working was out of the office space.

After that Dilan sat next to Jiya, then his hand grabbed Jiya's leg and then placed it on her thigh.

“What are you doing?” Jiya was uncomfortable with Dilan's actions.

“It should be immediately in sequence.” Dilan did not want Jiya to feel pain for a long time.

”No need, I can do it myself anyway.” Jiya refuses because she does not want to make misunderstandings for people who see them making physical contact.

“Let me help you Ji, I will not be calm if you leave you sick,” said Dilan.

Lies, Jiya Inner.

“Dilan, I already have a husband, and my husband works here, if until this sight is seen by him, or someone tells him, he must be hurt.” although her relationship with Alex has been fractured, but Jiya still appreciates her husband by maintaining her pride.

“Be quiet.” Dilan who has good intentions does not care what Jiya says.

His field hands began to massage Jiya's legs with hot wind oil which can reduce the pain of sprains, swelling and colds.

Then Jiya looked closely at Dilan who was focused on massaging her legs.

Suddenly his heart felt a longing for Dilan's kindness in the past. The two were silent and there was no more conversation between them.

“Jiya..” Alex, who had recovered, came to the store.

Jiya turned to her husband who was standing straight by the door.

Dilan also saw Alex whose eyes glared at him.

“Who are you?!” alex's tone increased because he did not accept if his wife was touched by someone else.