Letting Go, My Husband
LGMH CHAPTER 11 - Follow Only

Azam, already inside Bella's apartment. He looked at the whole apartment carefully.

Apartments with a touch of pastel colors, starting from the sofa and all the furniture. My wife's favorite colors, Bella.

Looked at every corner, and he found no one here but himself. With wide and confident steps, Azam began to walk. Looking for a place that he believes Bella will be there, a room.

Not long after, his gaze locked a door that was not tightly closed, even from inside there were songs playing with a medium voice.

He even heard, Bella's voice humming.

“Fhia!” bella shouted at the assistant. But the one called did not come either.

Bella thought, maybe Fhia was dealing with the guy who hit her apartment bell earlier.

Busy in front of the closet and picky.

“Fhia, are you back?” bella asked when she heard the door open, then there was a sound of steps.

But Bella did not turn her head and see who came, she was sure it was Fhia.

“I wear which shirt huh?” bella asked cheerfully, she even repeatedly smiled widely when she noticed the neatly arranged row of evening dresses in the closet. Then repeatedly pick up and match with his own body.

Even Bella occasionally tiptoes when she wants to take her clothes that have been folded at the top.

“Fhia, get me a chair, I can't take Arnold's clothes. He said I would be very beautiful to use the shirt,” said Bella, still trying to take the clothes inside the plastic at the top.

Bella even jumped up and down to reach him.

By occasionally holding the towel he was wearing so as not to fall.

“Ah, hard,” ruk Bella, pissed.

“Where's the chair?” whining Bella to the assistant, he put on a clear face and began to turn to Fhia.

The deg!

Suddenly, Bella's heart stopped. It was not Phiah that he saw, but Azam. The jerk guy.

For a moment, Bella was only stunned with her suddenly frozen, cold gaze.

A drastic change in the look of Bella's face that makes Azam furious.

Bella, the more tightly gripped the towel on her body.

No, I can't be scared. Inner Bella, try to re-raise courage. In front of this jerk, Bella did not want to look weak.

To make matters worse, Bella normalizes her heartbeat and begins to behave as usual.

Making, as if Azam's presence didn't make him disturbed.

“Where's Fhia? Did you replace him as my assistant?” bella asked with a throb, she even immediately turned her gaze to Azam and returned busy with her wardrobe.

If he tried to take something up there, now Bella crouched down and opened the drawer under the closet. Choose some shals that he can use as a neck cover.

In Singapore, it is rainy season. Mekipun Bella uses an open shirt, but her nape must remain closed. Not to get creepy when the wind says hello.

Seeing Bella who ignored him like this, really made Azam furious.

Even just by using that little towel, Bella was not the slightest bit embarrassed.

Pulling and exhaling slowly, Azam, finally opened his voice.

“Tonight you performed right? Fall down and I will help you,” Azam said directly, without further ado.

He wants to put a damper on Bella and Arnold's scandal by presenting a romantic outlook for all media.

When Bella falls on the catwalk, Azam will run and help her. Azam is sure, with that then the Bella scandal will disappear by itself.

But hearing Azam's request, Bella again until speechless. Azam, it's getting sick of him.

“Don't look at me, I'll change my clothes. Exceptiii, you want to see me telanjaang.” Bella replied in a defiant voice.

He even immediately stood up and took off his towel just like that until it fell on the floor.

Azam, quickly turned around. With his heart beating. Bella, completely beyond her shadow. Apparently, Bella was a lot wilder than she thought.

Seeing Azam's exaggerated reaction, Bella gave a smile. Though he already uses the interior, with a transparent bra strap.

“Why worry so much about my story with Arnold, you should be worried if your scandal is caught,” led Bella after she finished using her dress.

Maroon red dress with low cleavage. Even the straps are so small.

Azam just flinching, while continuing to turn his back on Bella.

“Why silence? Do I have to unpack everything? Make that woman my fan months?” bella asked, then she chuckled, feeling good about herself.

While Azam, clenching his hands was strong.

“Among us, it's not me who doesn't have Zam's pride. But you!” timpal Bella fiercely, he even passed Azam just like that and sat on his dressing table chair. Start opening one by one makeup tools there.

And not caring about Azam's whereabouts, he continued to polish his face.

Feeling furious, Azam approached his wife, sitting at Bella's dresser until many makeup tools fell. Azam, immediately pulled Bella's right hand and put a ring on the ring finger.

Their wedding ring, Azam put it roughly.

“Never loose this ring again!” said Azam, with a threatening tone. For a moment Bela was stunned, wondering how Azam could get this ring back.

But when her consciousness recovered, Bella immediately removed the ring and threw it away in the room.

Throw it hard until it sounds so clear clang.

“BELLA!” snapped Azam, his patience was really tested by this one woman.

Jolted like that, Bella's tears fell by themselves. He just shut up, then turned his face away.

Bella's breathing roar hunted, but as hard as she tried to control herself.

“Go!” throw Bella out with her voice.

“I'll go, but wear this ring.” Again, Azam took out a ring in his pants pocket, then put it in Bella's sweet right hand.

Azam, has made many copies of his wife's wedding ring. While the original he kept himself.

Ben and his men went to great lengths to search the streets that night.

Knowing Bella will always throw away her ring, Azam decides to keep it to himself.

“Remember I said, I'll come to your show tonight. And while performing on the catwalk, fall down. I'll help.”

After saying that, Azam left from there. Leaving behind Bella who clenched her hands tightly.

Resisting his growing anger and hatred.

“I hate you Zam, I hate you!” ruk Bella, she came back crying.

“Bell!”  shouted Fhia, shortly after Azam left, Fhia entered. she ran and approached Bella in the room, hugged Bella tightly and gave her fear.

“Don't cry Bell, stop crying over that jerk guy,” pinta Fhia, but he also cried too.

Bella, wipe away the tears, even took pains to keep her from falling again.

“He asked me to fall Fhia, then he will come and help.”

“Just obey her wishes, isn't it after that she will stay away from you.”

Bella, nod.