Married to a Rich Doctor
Met
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After getting a contact devia, izal immediately called.
"Hello .. Who is this?" This voice is exactly like the woman I loved. (inner afrizal).
"Hello assalamualaikum.."
"Waalacumsalam. Who yeah?"
"Devia?"
A moment of silence phone.
"This .. "
"Yes.it's me. You remember me, right. where are you now? I'd love to see you.."
There's no answer.
"Hello devia are you still there?"
Heather. tuut.
He turned off the phone? Wh why? What wrong? Inner izal.
But izal didn't stop there. He asked his IT friend to check the location of Devia from the phone connection track earlier .
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Last night Izal and his friend did not sleep, he tried his hardest to find his long lost love.
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Elsewhere.
"Iaang uda not yet ??? Here I want a liaaat..!!" Whiney
"Duuuh Iyang you crave it is very strange siih. I'm ashamed.."sahut kemal.
"Ohgitu gamau yauda gapapa aja dedek ngeces continue."
"Ah sorry sorry uda this I uda use this loo .liat. uda satisfied?"
"What the hell are you like is not that sincere."
"Ikhlaaas sayaaaang,......."
Kemal came out of the dressing room. She wears a v neck t-shirt and pink skinny jeans.
For a moment I watched from top to bottom.
"Where? Fits it?" Kemal
"Wkwkwkwkwkwkk... You don't fit in, honey. Uda uda off there gih. wkwkwkwkw I can not stand the body you use the fabric is tight until it stands out all." I laughed until I cried a little.
Cheek kemal looks red like he's really embarrassed. Soon she changed clothes. Indeed I want to see my husband like oppa oppa korea but I think it's a distance of age. He became very strange if using the style of young people. While I'm tired of seeing her style formal and masculine.
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Kemal. "You happy, baby?"
"Yes I'm happy. hihihi wait a minute I still want to laugh"
"Oooo so I don't fit it so oppa oppa kayak korea you want?"
"It's not... Just.."
"What's all??"
"Cumbers.youu.more suitable jd ahjussi. wkwkwkwkwkwkwkw"
Kemal ran towards me and pulled both of my cheeks.
"My wife started to talk.here let me teach you a lesson.."
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Somewhere. In a luxury apartment.
A woman was on the balcony enjoying the night view.
Suddenly he heard his cell phone ringing.
"Hmm the unknown number "the woman muttered .
"Hello .. Who is this?"
"Hello assalamualaikum.."
"Waalacumsalam. Who yeah?"
"Devia?"
Deg suddenly the woman's eyes widened
"Afrizal" inner.
"This .. "sung continued
"Yes.it's me. You remember me, right. where are you now? I'd love to see you.."
The woman's tears kept on dripping. He is unable to say words.
"Hello devia are you still there?"
Heather. tuut.
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A few minutes later the call came in from Malaysia.
"Hello." said the woman.
"Kenape honey, are u ok?"
"It's ok, what's up?"
"Esok I want to jump you at 8 o'clock don't forget to decorate yourself as if you may.."
"Ok that?"
"Iye da tu went to bed. Good night honey.."
"Good nights.."
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The woman was still staring at the wallpaper of her phone. It's still as good as it was a few years ago. Her photo with her boyfriend . Yes, izal.
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The next day, at 8 a.m
Afrizal's efforts to find out the existence of devia are not in vain. This time he had arrived in front of the devia luxury apartment building.
"Did he really live here? " Inner izal.
Izal tried to keep contacting devia. But there was no response.
Afrizal's car is still parked out front
The apartment. Soon a beautiful, white and long-haired woman wearing a knee-length white dress appeared out of the building. Like waiting for someone to pick him up.
"Devia... It's true that you live here, where are you going?" Izal murmuring in car.
A few minutes later, a red sports car arrived and picked him up.
"Fuck who he is!" Izal.
Izal followed straight from behind.
"This move is heading to the airport? Could he be leaving? Or.."
Until the airport, Devia seemed to get down from the car and walk in.
"I have to keep following her."
Izal parked his car and ran towards devia. But suddenly his footsteps came to a halt as he saw a man hugging his woman. His face was covered in masks and sunglasses.
"Who is he? A lover? Or maybe a husband? Ah.. my heart hurts so much. devia.." Inner izal.
He did not come closer, all the scenery he witnessed directly until the devil and the man disappeared from his sight.
"It's okay if you have chosen another man but at least say goodbye to me." izal murmured.
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In a different place as usual pregnant women cravings start again strange strange
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"I'm aaaaang already beluuum???" I said
"Aduuuh aampuun deh Iaaang you crave can others not?” answer kem
"So you give it up?"
Kemal came out of the dressing room.
"It's not really my fault that only this is my afternoon cooking yes I have to wear an eskimo shirt? Very bright, dear.."
"Iih lutuuuuu... Here I want to hold the feather.."
"Huuft..for your sake, so what do I want deh darling.as long as you are happy."
"really this? "
"Yesaa..” kemal kiss my cheeks friendly.
"Jaudah gi departs."
"I'll change first.."
"Not change, baby! It's it.!"
"What's? Who really loves cooking I treat patients with eskimo clothes?"
"Yes I don't want your heavy body to look out. Uda let's go."
"You coming? No dear at home."
"Oh so you're embarrassed to take your gini-pregnant wife to your workplace? Okay I'm ugly you must be embarrassed."
"It's not that, honey, I mean... Hmmm. yadaa yada come come on. lase nambeknyaa yaaa kuda papa follow all." Kemal said while kissing my stomach.
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