Married Old Virgin Boss
66. Before Profound Regrets

Getting worse and worse in the mind the more hunting becomes the reason why Dea is standing in front of the double wooden door at this time. Departing in a hurry in the morning, even without having time to wear makeup cover disgrace face—Dea even so confidently showing off her eye bags which is proof of how lack of sound sleep the last few nights.

The woman raised her clenched hand weakly, about to knock on the door in a gentle gesture. But considering a few things, Dea canceled the intention. He widened his hand, then struck the door blindly.

For Dea, to hell with manners today, because women grabbing husbands people have absolutely no right to be appreciated.

Dea continued to hit the door leaf, very excited, until the pair of tall, brown wood was opened by a woman.

Dea lurks the simple look of the woman—just a negligee attached to the body and hair dyed origin—but does not fail to show the graceful aura in her.

Now, Dea understands a little bit why Ben chose this woman. But even so, she still could not let the woman have her husband intact.

Dea took a step forward, then without warning, immediately pulled the woman's hair without calculation. Successfully created a pain ringis, who could not at all summon the soul of Dea's sympathy.

Another annoying addition, when Dea glances down—on the bulge in the stomach of the woman—he direction is getting smoldering. It was clear from his eyes at this moment.

"Baseless women are shameless!" hardik Dea with a rough. "How dare you seduce my husband, huh! Until ... bunting everything! You don't do the same with single men, huh? Until must seduce a married man?! Adam Bentala is married! You don't see the ring in his hand? The ring is like mine!" Dea showed her skinny fingers to the owner of the house furiously. "That means, he's my husband! You ... how dare my husband tease me!"

Dea pressed her teeth very strongly to vent the anger. While the woman was just trying to let go of the pull of Dea without the intention to hurt the opponent at all.

When she felt she could no longer fend for herself, she was forced to ask for reinforcements.

"Maas ...." The woman groaned as she glanced inside the house.

Not long after, from the direction of the stairs towards the second floor, a man in a dress of formal material shirts and pants came with bulging eyes. In the middle of the stairs, he no longer walked leisurely after learning of his wife's desperate condition, and immediately went forward to forcibly release Dea's hand. Even unintentionally exerted a powerful pressure that tormented the guest.

Dea backed off with a groan. He had held his wrist, then act ordinary— took pains to hold that he did not look weak.

"You who? Her sister? Her husband?" ask Dea while turning to the man without letting the homeowner talk first.

"Himma!" answer the man with a firm tone. "Who are you? Come-come my wife's jambak? My wife has a problem with you?"

"Oh, husband." Dea nodded with a look of disdain. The woman raised her chin to strengthen the haughty impression. "Please teach his wife not to get punched with someone's husband! Don't bother my husband, let alone his working hours! My husband is busy!"

Dea glanced cynically at the woman's belly, then folded her front chest hand. "Try asking his wife, is that your son or another boy?"

The man looked directly at his wife with a look of horror at Dea's accusations. He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself so as not to be controlled by emotions again.

"Who are the other men, ma'am?" asked the man in a calm tone—which looks obviously very need effort to do it.

"Ben. Adam Bentala."

The man looked in shock for one second, then the next, a witty expression he showed as he glanced at his wife.

"You cheated on your sister, honey?"

Dea frowned, not understanding the man's question for his wife.

"No, Mom! Not at all! Ben wants to come here, we have to not give thanks plus a lecture," replied the woman.

"Look, right? Let alone to cheat, Ma'am, my wife met her husband Mbak aja can count fingers. How to cheat? Moreover, I always keep an eye on my wife every time I meet her sister."

Dea did not understand the current direction of the conversation. "Sister? Ben?"

The couple looked at each other for discussion through gestures, which were closed with a nod by them, before turning to Dea again.

"Let's go in" said the woman who now had messy hair, but her voice remained polite. "I explained everything."

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Ben listens to all the stories about Dea's arrival at Ridwan's house while rubbing his temples that suddenly throbbed.

"So, he's making such a fuss, ma'am?" ask Ben curiously.

"Yes, but not too bad. Fortunately we want to hear our words," replied the interlocutor by phone. "Because of the urgent situation, so yes .. I told Dea the same story."

Now, Ben is still frustrated by this one fact. He did not want Dea to find out about his condition which could cause the wife to behave like an ex-lover or her own father.

Ben doesn't want anyone to be bothered because of his current illness, let alone that person is ....

"So, he already knows everything, Ma'am?" ben asked, confirming to convince himself. That his secret was revealed.

Silent moment. Ben even had time to keep the phone screen away from his face because he thought the connection had been turned off, but not.

"Yes, about the closeness of our father, which makes me have a big sister," replied the woman. "But for disease, no. That's so you're clear, let your wife not be offended because she knows something this important from others."

Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

"You want to tell your wife the truth, don't you, Ben?" ask the woman across the line. Ben was just about to give the sleigh, but the connection of the caller's sentence made him cancel the intention. "There are many reasons why you should fight your fears, and start talking honestly with your wife, Ben. If you just do not want to get mercy, at least tell your wife about your illness. It will make him feel special if he knows directly from you. He'll feel important in your life, Ben. If you delay too, there could be many other women who are the same fate as me if your wife suddenly suspected of other women. If you're honest, your wife will place a lot of trust in you."

Ben just lowered his head to hear it, having absolutely no intention to do the thing as suggested.

"Ben, you always think that your illness is not important. If the reason you don't want to tell a story is because you feel .. your wife doesn't need to know, because you feel foreign and not too close, trust my vision, Ben, your wife ... consider you the most, most, and most important person in her life."

Ben smiled faintly, feeling doubtful at that fact.

"If you don't tell her because she doesn't want to sacrifice much for you, believe me, Ben .. she'll be the worst first person and miserable if she knows why, while he can't give you the best."

Ben dimmed his smile. Suddenly changed to serious fashion with a look of wonder, is it?

"You're not burdening anyone right now, Ben. You just need to try so that no one feels disappointed in yourself, if you are okay. So ... let them do whatever is best for you" continued the woman who once again stunned Ben. "Because so many people love you, and you. Do not be rejected, if you do not want anyone to fall down someday because of regrets that cannot be redeemed. The consequence of the problem right now is death, and there's no turning of the clock to cancel or run from it, Ben."

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