My Babysitter, My Ex-Love
Sinta Yang Didn't Give Up

...CHAPTER 65...

...Sinta Yang Didn't Give Up...

"So this morning Sinta sent you a photo with my mobile number?" Fadil gasped in disbelief at Rubi's story.

"Yes Brother..." Rubi nodded then showed the photo message Sinta sent this morning.

Fadil clenched his hands with a flushed face. See Sinta's photo on Rubi's phone screen.

I did not expect if Sinta would do that cunning, she wanted my relationship and Rubi to be destroyed by deliberately creating misunderstandings between the two of us.

As he promised, the next night Fadil invited Rubi to his home to convey his intention to propose to Rubi in front of his own parents. It just so happened that night was Sunday night.

"Auntie is glad you came to visit again Aunty's house, Rubi. Aunty thinks you've forgotten Auntie.." said Bu Marjuki smiling happily, after peeping Rubi's left right cheek and hugging her warmly.

"Sorry Auntie, Rubi just got here again at that time Rubi changed with Sister Lyra to pick up Keyla to school. You see, when Ms. Lyra was sick because of her first pregnancy." replied Rubi smiled at the woman who would later become her mother-in-law.

"What, so Lyra's pregnant right now?" he was shocked and closed his mouth because Fadil never told him.

"Yes Aunty.." nodded Rubi.

"Thank God, Auntie was happy to hear that... Yes, let's sit down and talk first while waiting for his father Fadil to come home..." Bu Marjuki grabbed Rubi by the shoulder and invited her in and sat down on the guest sofa.

Fadil had a happy smile on his back, seeing the familiarity between his mother and her lover. Fadil thought after he told his parents frankly that he would propose to Rubi, his parents would reject Rubi as their son-in-law. But thank goodness they were not what Fadil had imagined all along.

While outside their house, Sinta is still watching them from the window of the taxi he was riding in, after seeing Fadil and Rubi enter the house with Bu Marjuki.

"Let's go sir!" orders to the driver.

Sinta grunted rudely. Gritting his bag in his lap.

Why can they still be good? No, I will not let the widow be happy with Mas Fadil. If Mas Fadil does not come with me, then the woman also cannot be with Mas Fadilku.

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The day changed quickly. That day was the wedding day of Doni and Susi.

Farah who cut the vegetables so unfocused that finally his finger sliced the knife. Fresh blood dripped out, sore. But his heart felt more painful than the bloody wound on his finger.

Day and night, he never felt the warmth of his home with Doni again. Doni has changed. Not only betrayed his marriage, Doni's attitude turned rude and heartless again.

Farah regrets that she should not have left her husband for the sake of her ambition to have a Sinta boutique.

Farah thought that Doni was a loyal man and would never cheat on him, unlike other men. But it turns out that Doni is just the same, the man in the eyes of the basket who can not resist the temptation of women outside.

That night, Farah really couldn't sleep. He came out of his room and chose to watch television. His heart was still uneasy and unsettled. At this time her mind is always disturbed by the shadow of her husband who is mixing love with other women. Can Farah survive her fractured and almost broken-headed marriage?

Czechleek

The door opened, Farah looked up at the door as Farah fell asleep in the long chair in front of the television.

Her husband looked handsome in bridal clothes and then entered the house with a large suitcase that certainly did not belong to her husband.

"Yes..." Farah got up from her seat staring in surprise at her husband.

"Come on, baby, we'll sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we just live in our new apartment." he smiled at Susi.

"Yes, I'm tired anyway... Want to sleep here first." he replied spoiled.

Farah glared at hearing it. When they're gonna stay in their little rented tonight. But Farah is more surprised because tomorrow her husband will live in a new apartment, since when can her husband live in an apartment? Though Doni's salary is not more than two million rupiah in a month.

"Farah, did you clean up the other room like I ordered you to do this afternoon?!" tanyakanya.

Farah was still glued to the spot, looking sharply at Susi's hand that was still lingering spoiled on her husband's arm.

"FARAH! Didn't you hear what I said?!" he snapped and managed to make Farah flinch in shock.

"What Mas? Sorry!"

"You're a really useless wife! He was asked to be quiet!" meaning annoyed.

Doni stepped quickly and saw the other room that was never occupied by them, make sure whether the room was cleaned Farah or not? Doni was glaring because the room still looks dirty and dusty.

"Why haven't you cleaned yet?" ask again by looking at his wife.

"When did you tell me to clean up Mas's room?!" Farah frowned confusedly.

"I sent you a message this afternoon. Didn't you read it?!" jerk again.

Farah just remembered, she has rarely opened a cell phone lately. Just to avoid his mother's questions. Almost every day her mother calls Farah, and Farah always gives her reasons for being busy.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were WA!"

"Alaaah, you always reason! Didn't I tell you this morning before I left to go back to the contract after my wedding with Susi is over!" scabbed again.

"Now you'll clean up my room and Susi's!" orders again.

"Why do I have to clean up? Just ask Susi, now is she your wife too?!" timpal.

Farah was tired of her husband's rude behavior. Ruled him at will, and his words always never guarded his heart.

"Is this mind of yours out of your mind, Farah?! Susi was exhausted, from morning till evening we were sapping at the service of our invited guests!" be barnaceous.

Farah held back her anger and relented, and slammed into the room, forcing her to clean the bed for both of them.

During Farah's cleaning of their room, a faint sound of Susi's spoiled outside the room and Doni so gently treated her.

"Mas, my legs are sore. From that moment on stand up.." lamented Susi.

"Well, baby, let me have a massage here..." Doni grabs Susi's leg over her lap and massages her gently and attentively.

Hearing him Farah grew furious then ransacked the bed linen. Why do you have to take care of me, Mas? You know all this time in Surabaya I was fighting for our lives. So that we can feel the good life.

Seriate...

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