My husband my best friend's boyfriend
Chapter 44

"Where are you going, anyway?" mirna protests when she sees Revan leaving again. Lately Revan has been visiting him less and less. Just came rushing to leave again.

Looks like he came just to channel his lust. That's because he asked for the ration first. Usually, Revan is the more aggressive one. Mirna became suspicious, but she did not want to rashly accuse, Revan.

"Darling, I'm still missing. It's been a week or so that you're not here" Mirna hugged Revan's body from behind. Touching a few spots will make Revan, passionate, but Revan does not seem to respond.

"You need to be patient, Dara seems to be suspicious of me. Anyway my duties at the head office are not finished yet" said Revan as he took off the delicate hand winding of Mirna. Mirna.

"You're starting to change, you love Dara more than I do, huh?"

"You should understand lo, my position is Mir. I can't be as free as you want. Dara, still my wife."

"Trus, until when do I continue to live in the shadows, Dara. When did you divorce the woman" said Mirna Sharp.

"Wait, the right time. Just be patient."

"The patience keeps your promise, but until when will I be patient!" hentak Mirna started to get emotional.

"You why, always sue me. You should know that our relationship is at risk. Why are you holding me so much?" jakak Revan is rude. "I'm leaving, I'm not going home tonight. So don't wait." Revan left the house, with a broken heart.

"Fuck, Mirna's getting on too. Ah, just get dizzy." Revan hits the wheel, then drives his car away from Mirna's residence.

Tonight Revan has an appointment with Mutia. The girl he just got into. After a long time of sowing a sow, which is always rejected with a promise to continue. Finally tonight Mutia, she managed to invite him to dinner.

Mutia refuses to be picked up at her house, they promise to meet somewhere. Though Revan wants to know the address of the house, Mutia, so that he can come there often. But Mutia refused for the right reasons. So Revan doesn't wince. After all, he will know too.

Patience, what the hell? rukuk Revan in heart. It is precisely Mutia's attitude that is full of mystery, increasingly makes Revan curious and challenged to conquer his heart.

Meanwhile, Dara has been saying goodbye to Kevin and bi Asih. The middle-aged woman, Dara deliberately hired at home to help her with household affairs and at the same time supervise, Kevin.

"Where are you going, these nights?" kevin protested. Makes Molly feel guilty.

"Mama just wanted to get out for a second, son. Kevin, with aunt Asih first, yeah." Dara rubbed her son's head.

"If papa goes home, ma. Kevin what's that supposed to be talking about?"

"Mom will be home before papa comes, okay. Mama's just a minute, okay."

"Well, my mom is now working in the office. Not in the shop anymore. Kevin prefers mama, working in a boutique is not tired" said Kevin plain. Dara laughs.

"Working in the office is only for a moment, really. So Kevin has to keep my mom's secret, yeah. Don't let me know, if my mom works at the office."

"Sip, mama, Kevin promised." linked his little finger with Dara. Dara feels very guilty for her son, Kevin, for lying to his only son.

She had to do all this, even to the point of having to go undercover, just to find evidence of her husband's infidelity.

A cold wind hit Dara's face, as her motorcycle drove through the crowd of the road tonight.

After so many times refusing the invitation, Revan, for dinner finally tonight Mutia accepted it because she had lost her reason.

After that he walked down the path to the cafe. Still a few steps away from entering the cafe gate, Revan had come following his steps.

"Hi deck, the road's jammed, huh?" sweep it as soon as they face. Mutia was a little late, because she had to change her appearance from Dara to Mutia.

"Ruby, bang. Fortunately I wasn't trapped. But I'm still late. Has it been a while?" said Amy when she saw the coffee in Revan's glass was only half.

"Not yet, rather than dumbly, mending with coffee." he snorted as he pulled a chair to sit on, Mutia.

Hem, mutia mutia's grunts inwardly, at the sight of how romantic Revan's treatment was to her. Red candles and some red rosebuds arranged nicely on the table. The eyes of whooun who saw it must be touched and washed away by the romantic atmosphere.

"Do you like it?" kataya when she saw Mutia's eye bead, which swept the entire room that was deliberately set adorned beautifully.

You see the tables and the room around it the arrangement is ordinary. There was nothing on the table except a box of tissue and ashtrays.

"Huum, very beautiful and attractive," praised Mutia as she was.

"I purposely asked for a decor like this, for a special person in my life."

"Bragging! Trus at home is no longer special, is it?" mutia's insinuation kept releasing her smile. Inwardly, how much Mutia wanted to unmask her, and see what Revan looked like, when she saw Mutia turn into Dara.

"No, don't remind me of my wife."

"That's called selfish. Men who are married are prone to cheating, right?" tanya Mutia fad. Makes a red face Heru

"Not really, anyway. But my wife can't be relaxed, she's too boring. He's always busy working and only cares about his career."

Mutia was stunned silent, it was like that in her husband's eyes. Wasn't her husband suing her too much or was it just her cliche to justify her affair.

"Can be discussed well with his wife. Cook and find another. If not discussed, how the wife knows what her husband wants. Others blame each other. When can the problem be clear. Mumetlah more and more complicated every day."

Revan felt slapped when he heard Mutia's words. What Mutia just said seemed to be true as well.

"You're so smart, if my wife were as wise as you, I wouldn't be bored with her."

"Just be grateful sir, what is our part. There is no need to compare our lives with others. Everyone must have their own uniqueness. Stay how we respond to our lives to be more meaningful and can enjoy life itself." said Mutia softly.

"You, I didn't expect you to have such a mindset. You know not, my admiration is growing on you." look at Revan.

"Ah, this meeting even bounces, yes. I'm so smart and the effect is patronizing" Mutia cheered. In his heart he felt relieved because he could give a little advice in the form of a flick. Thank goodness Revan opened his mind. I want to listen and follow every speech.

"Honestly I was very impressed by your words, still young but your insight was already quite broad. Different from me who is very easily carried away by the flow."

"Hem, this food is very tempting, if all this just want to be looked at without tasting," said Mutia to divert the atmosphere.

Let his every word be a meal for Revan tonight. But for him, he wants to enjoy tonight being a special night even if it's his version. Because to Revan he was Mutia, not Dara, his wife. *****