MY HUSBAND CHEATED ON MY BEST FRIEND
CHAPTER 22. ON A HAPPY DAY

Finish the meeting, all you want to go back to their respective rooms. But Yunan instead approached Anton who stepped towards the exit.

"Hi, Anton. What is your impression of working here? It's comfortable, isn't it?" Yunan asked awkwardly, even though he was a director, but met with Anton, his old friend, Yunan behaved like a friend. Yunan is famous as a humble director, so the employees are very amazed and respectful to him.

"I'm working here. Friends of one division can work well together. Especially the director, very good." Anton replied with a smile at the director.

"You can, Ton. Let's continue our work!" Yunan patted Anton's right shoulder and looked a friendly smile on his lips.

And many also have a crush, because they know that Yunan is a cute widower, tajir, humble, complete deh. But that's Yunan, the criteria for a wife is not just a physical beauty, but also a beautiful heart. Like Alma, he will soon be married, who is none other than Anton's ex-wife, now his employee.

Yunan and Anton used to be one campus. Both are equally handsome, many girls who idolize both. Yunan is well known for being active in both extra and intra campus activities, and is also good at rhetoric. While Anton is famous for the nickname playboy, likes to change girlfriends.

He said the world is not as wide as the leaves of moringa, but fate brings them together in one company. And this is what will become the next problem.

On the way to his room, Anton scratched his non-itchy head.

'Once upon a time Yunan was already a director at this company. I'm just an ordinary employee, the lowest level. Fates.' Anton grumbled in his heart.

Derrttt...

There's a message coming in on Anton's phone, he's rushing through his pants pocket.

(Hello, Hen. What's up) said Anton

(Mas.please come home from work later, I'll buy you a pizza. It must be delicious, this is a request for baby's dedek in the stomach. Don't forget, Mom. Let our children not be withered) pinta Heni.

(Oh Hen. Yes, if I don't forget. Yes, I want to continue my work) Anton replied.

(Bentar Mas. Watch out! Don't cheat with your coworkers! Remember that!!) Anton's wife's next message.

(Yes, yes, don't be weird) Anton suddenly hung up the phone with a sour face.

'Just two days of work, there's already a request, you chatty lady! If Alma was not like that, she was a woman who did not bother her husband. But. it's already passed.' Anton's thoughts soar, to remember the good times with Alma, his ex-wife.

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A month later, Alma had prepared everything for her wedding. Not much anyway, because it is done simply, without a lively reception. Simply process marriage and thanksgiving by inviting relatives, close friends, and neighbors.

But even so, it still looks troublesome if done alone. Fortunately, the teacher's friends at the school are ready to provide energy assistance, whenever Alma needs. Understand, Alma already has no parents, he also has no siblings.

Actually there's still his real father. But for a dozen years there was no news, let alone meet. Since his father married his second wife, he has never visited Alma.

"Tiara, please bring an invitation to the printing press tomorrow! Because mama has been unable to leave the house for a few days" said Alma.

"Why, Ma? Mama's sick?" Tiara asked curiously while holding her mother's forehead, to check her body temperature.

"It's not because of the pain, honey. But mama's in pingit. So you can't leave the house before the wedding." Answer Alma.

"Ooo. Just found out I'm doing it like that. Okay, Ma. Tomorrow after school, I drop by the printing press." Tiara said with a sweet smile.

***

In the Yunan residence there began to be preparations, but not as busy as Alma as a bride. Yunan was preoccupied with his own thoughts. Not because of so many problems, but because these men are again stricken with a god-level longing.

(Alma, my shady has piled up like a mountain of snow. A day can't be found like a year. I miss you so much, baby) Yunan's heart on the short message.

(Oh, Mr. Yunan. tomorrow we meet, Mas. Not very patient) replied Alma spoiled. More to make Yunan gemes, want to kiss her.

(Darling... Can you!? I video call just a moment. No one knows, right? Please!) Persuade Yunan to fulfill his wish.

(Can't be! Be patient, baby. Tomorrow we can look at each other. The misses are simple under the pillow first yes, baby) Push Alma gently.

(Hm... Okelah lako. I'm just taking a break now. You should rest too, baby. Let tomorrow not bad luck wake up) Yunan said in a chat.

(Yes, dear Yunan) reply Alma with love emoticons.

***

While in the personnel division room, Dahlia and Kamila were busy talking about their director, Yunan Prasetya who will be married today to Alma Khumaira at 10 am.

"Finally, our director is no longer single. Senengnya as wife of Yunan sir. Already saucy, tajir twisted, humble, patient. Ouch... When??? I got a husband like that." Said Kamila who had been widowed for over a year.

"Nyari gebetan again dong, Mila! There are still plenty of good men. But don't bother Anton! That's my part." said Dahlia.

"You have a crush on Anton? Is Anton still single? If you have a wife, how?? Ask Kamila.

"It looks like a single. He never talked about his wife. If I have a wife, I am fine-fine. What matters is that we play beautiful." Dahlia replied in a whisper.

"Lho... isn't the danger ta, Lia??? You want to be an actor?" ask Kamila again.

"I don't know what Anton's status is. You are nyimpulin that is. We'll catch him later, let him tell me if I have a wife yet." Obviously Dahlia while looking left-right, making sure there was no other than the two of them.

"Tomorrow night we are invited to eat at his house Mr. Yunan. Don't come along. Must be a lot of delicious food. When else would you eat so good." Bondan who likes to eat, so his body is the fattest among office friends.

"Lho... What event is there for us?" Ask Anton curiously.

"You don't know, Ton? Mr. Yunan got married this morning. But we're invited to the Thanksgiving tonight. Here's the invitation, read it!" sahut Darwis's.

Anton accepts the invitation given by Darwis. And soon he read it.

'Yunan Prasetya with Alma Khumaira' Anton was surprised not kepalang after reading the writing on the invitation light blue.

"Still not believing, if we are invited to eat? If you don't want to come, it doesn't matter either. There are not many rivals for food." Bondan's clumsiness makes the whole room laugh. Except Anton, he was silent not affected by the guyonan his colleague.

'Is this Alma my ex-wife??? But it's not possible. Alma Khumaira's name is many, coincidentally the same.' Anton daydreamed as he looked back at the invitation he was holding.

"What's up, Ton. You koq bengong aja. Want to get married again???" kamila's temptation to fish for Anton's status.

"Who wants to get married? Just a lot of girls, not our own deketin chick, tul no, Dervish?" anton answered while glancing at the Dervish who was next to him.

'Means Anton's still single. Yes!!!" dahlia shouted in her heart, rolling her eyes at Kamila.

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