Menstrual Blood Pellets
Married plans

"You?!" Ask Farhan.

"Sorry, Om. I'm disturbing, can't I go in?" Azis said somewhat surprised, because he saw a female figure near Farhan.

Secretary Farhan looked, confused. He immediately entered and stood in the middle of the room.

"What's Brian?" Farhan asked who was also surprised because of his sudden arrival.

"Sorry, Sir. Earlier, Mas Azis asked to go straight in, but I said that you still have guests" he said while looking down.

"Already, no papa. You can go,"

"Good, sir."

Farhan immediately told Azis to sit down with himself and Jelita. The woman appeared, silent as Azis was busy watching her.

In fact, what he did with Farhan did not make the woman hesitant, or leave. In fact, he even openly joked and showed togetherness with a man who is known to be married and have three children.

"What's Zis doing, getting you here?" Farhan asked, making Azis flinch because he noticed Jelita who was also stealing glances at him.

"A a, that's anu Om. Auntie asked me to see Om, here. You see, I was the same Maya, playing at home but Om wasn't there. Aunt Om rarely comes home, why?"

Azis wavered, when answering Farhan's question. His face was red from being caught off guard, watching Jelita.

Without Azis thinking, his Om was answering his question casually. "Om a lot of work Zis, so rarely go home. I told you the same reason your aunt did, too,"

With the feeling between not feeling good or anything, Azis was eager to ask. Who was the woman nearby, but she was afraid Farhan was offended. But it was finally asked to Farhan. The problem of anger will be thought again later, the important thing is that his curiosity was answered.

"Woman next to Om, who is this? I just saw?" Azis asked in a soft voice.

Farhan looked at Jelita, and immediately got a nod from her. Farhan knew what to say, honestly.

"Em, this is Zis. She is Jelita, the woman Om will marry in the near future."

Like being struck by lightning in a hole, Azis's eyes were perfectly rounded. He didn't believe her words just now.

According to his vision, the Om family and his aunt never had any problems. Even the Farhan family is the most harmonious family among other family members. But why, could Farhan suddenly decide to remarry?

Does her aunt know that her husband is getting married again?

Suddenly Azis' chest trembled violently. He didn't know what he would say if his aunt questioned him. It must be so painful.

"Why all of a sudden, Om, want polygamy?"

"Who is going to polygamy Zis? Om will immediately take care of the divorce papers, because Om's future wife does not want to be made the second," said Farhan while gently rubbing Jelita's head wrapped by her hijab.

The more dizzy Azis was at this time, Azis asked Farhan about the divorce and the wedding plan once again.

"Om sure, want a divorce from aunt Marisa? Then children how, they will be sad when they see their parents separated Om?"

"They won't lose Om, Zis. They remain the children. Every month, Om will give them money. Even I've prepared a job for Marisa, she loves making cakes at home. Om will deliberately make a complete bakery with his employees as well. That way he wouldn't be short on money, wouldn't that be more than enough?"

This time Azis had run out of words to answer Farhan again, he chose to leave immediately and say this to his wife. Let Maya who will tell this great news to Aunt Marisa, Azis did not have the heart to see her son and aunt was sad.

Along the way, Azis's mind was not calm he was still thinking about Farhan's decision so suddenly. And the woman who is now being fought for by Farhan, is that really a good woman? A good woman will not destroy another's home.

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Dikantor, Farhan was still staring fixedly at Jelita's face. "Are you sure you want to marry me, Lilit?" He said while continuing to kiss the back of Jelita's hand.

"What can I do if you ask" he replied in embarrassment.

"What did you call me? Say it again, I want to hear it,"

"Which part?"

"So, what do you call me?"

"I forgot,"

Without Jelita guessing, Farhan has now been on Jelita's body. They engaged gazes in each other, even both hands each stroking each other. So that a friendly pagutan occurs in the middle of the atmosphere outside the building that is so hot.

Maya follows where her husband is walking. In fact, when Azis decides to clean herself up, Maya waits for her in front of the bathroom door.

"What are you doing here, just surprise!" The words of Azis passed by just leaving the curious wife half dead.

"I'm still curious, what made you this way, unable to speak like this. Is there something you're hiding from me?"

I don't know why Maya was so afraid of her husband's behavior. Because Maya knows very well, Azis is not the type of person who can hide something. Every move will raise questions.

Azis began to sit on the edge of the bed, followed by Maya next to him. The man looked, rubbed his hair violently and took a deep breath.

Azis must immediately say this great thing to his wife, it could be dangerous if Azis kept it. He might die standing up.

Maya was casually waiting for her husband to tell her a story, her ears set wide so that she could hear every story from her husband's mouth.

"Maya, I hope after I tell you this. Please tell aunt Marisa, take her for a walk so that her heart is calm and does not feel stressed later,"

"News in detail, I'll listen to her," Maya held Azis' hand cold as ice, she tried to calm her husband's heart.

"So, I saw Farhan with his new wife at the office."

As Maya fell silent, she let go of her handrails, then moved towards her wide gaping mouth.

Maya did not expect to hear this bad news, it was fitting that her husband was acting so strangely. Turns out this is what he will tell you.

"Who's that woman, Mas?" Somehow he felt that, the woman who will now be his future wife was the one who had met him.

"I'm like no stranger to her face, she's veiled May. But looking at his eyes, I'd like to see those eyes but where I forgot myself,"

"Hijumped? Who?"

Azis sniffed his shoulders. Many times he breathed out violently.

"Then what about aunt Marisa, when are you going to pass this on to her? It's just as if it was Om himself who said it. Better to know than you used to, later when Om said it to auntie, he can already think of the words that deserve to be said by aunt Marisa,"

"I don't know."