My Husband's Heart Belongs to Another Woman
Arrival of Adrian Wicaksono.

Ali hurriedly encouraged Annisa to enter her private room when she heard the mother's voice calling her name from outside the room.

"Mother? Alone or the same Ayana?" tanyanya tried to dispel her shock. However, unfortunately, the mother is not only an expert in reading her body language, but also an expert in the sense of smell. He seemed to sniff Ali's body which was indeed close to Annisa.

"His parfume is changing now? Not masculine anymore, feminine?"

Degh's! Ali. Unknowingly he also sniffed his own body. Things that did not escape the attention of the mother.

"No, the smell is still the same, I'm making it up, huh!" he said with a little flick of some of his suit.

"If not, why bother cleaning anyway, Mas? There are stubborn stains that must be given bleach liquid to disappear from the face of this earth, huh?"

"Ohuk!" Ali could not hold back the tightness that spread down his throat.

"What a shame, Mom? Thank God, hopefully the neighbor blanket you will try to wear can quickly decay to the floor or if necessary decays to the laundry, it is. It's easier to clean. If the clean mother is afraid of tearing again the fur of the itch, it is not funny if later brought home the same neighbors who have blankets become grotol-grotol and ragged." Ali was always astonished by his mother's parable. His mother knew, but did not say it right away. Only a parable can make not only Ali, but also Annisa who is now sitting trembling in there.

"You going home alone or you're the deportation mother?" say Halimah again. He was caught off guard by the attitude of his son who was never firm on his stance. Earlier she received a message from Isa if any woman claiming to be the wife of Ali came to her office. And when he came, in fact the woman had been hidden by this son. All right, both of them are made kebat-kebit with various threats.

"Mom's waiting tonight at Dad's office. I don't accept any excuses!" After saying so, Halimah immediately came out of her son's room. However, he suddenly turned back his body when he realized something.

"Better his suit is thrown away, Mas. Don't let Ayana smell those twisted bones that are almost rotten in your clothes! Could hawek-huwek him later."

Ali scratched his nape that felt the disco goosebumps now. He has no intention of ordering Annisa out. It is not safe if the mother is still in the office owned by her father.

"Your mom knows, Mom?" annisa asked as Ali called her out.

"Looks like. Then please go! You know my mom's threats never play games?"

"And my request is no joke, either. And unfortunately, I'm not afraid of your mother's threats, the more challenging it will be the more exciting!"

"If that's your decision, then there's nothing more I have to ask you. Get all your clothes, today I'll make sure your husband comes to pick you up!"

"And I'll make sure your wife asks you for a divorce!"

Ali immediately contacted his personal assistant.

"In a moment your papa's men will come to pick you up. So get all your stuff!"

Annisa didn't take an ultimatum from Ale. He even recklessly hugged Ali from behind to make Ali tired to release the crib from Annisa.

"Nisa, off!" he was furious by trying to break Annisa's hand that was tightly coiled around her waist.

"I won't let go of my embrace before you cancel your intention, Mom!"

As they were struggling with each other, suddenly a noise was heard from the outside of Ali's apartment.

"Annisa Alfahri!"

Ali bought a look at the nanap in disbelief. A man who was several years old with himself seemed to walk in a conceited manner and stared intently at Ali who was now staring at Annisa who was sheltering behind Ali's large body.

"Basic cheap men! Protecting people's wives under the pretext of feeling sorry." The man who is none other than Adrian Wicaksono, the husband of Annisa is now getting closer to the two of them.

"It should be the sentence I deserve to say to you, Honorable Lord Wicaksono! You're her husband, then why could your wife for days leave you and choose me as a shelter?"

"Because he knows you're never consistent with everything you say! Don't you already have a wife, Mr Ibrahim? Then, why should you be busy paying attention to people's wives, have you not been able to forget Annisa who has clearly turned her back on you and prefers me?"

"Here I just put myself as a friend who really should care about the distress and suffering of being married to a man like you!"

"Friends? What kind of friend? You even planned to get married before Annisa became my wife. Then, now you live under the same roof, disgusting!" adrian said with the intention of attracting Annisa who even more close his body to Ali.

"Go home, Nisa!" ali said slowly while turning to Annisa who was now slowly away from her body.

"Darling, why did you leave our palace of contention? I've prepared everything you want, but why did you run away with your poor ex-boyfriend?" adrian said with a condescending look at Ali.

"Even though I am not a noble man like you, there is a love I never want to share with other women besides my wife. While you?"

"I am able to fairly share my love with my wives. While you? One wife alone has not been able to give you complete love. What kind of husband are you, Mr Ibrahim?"

"I'm home, Mom." Annisa's words seemed to be a dagger that could hit the deepest trough of Ali's heart and conscience. There was pain that he could never avoid, there was a wound that he could never wipe in the bloodstream of disappointment. In fact, she is still tormented by what she tried to diikhlaskan, in fact she is still not willing if Annisa finally returned into the arms of her husband. There was a sense that was clearly wrong, but it was still residing in his soul.

Ali closed the door of her apartment tightly when the sound of Annisa's footsteps and her husband was no longer heard in her ears. He was angry and he was disappointed, angry at himself, disappointed at his attitude like a tree without roots, easily swayed and never strong, even if only a breeze rippled.

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Ayana had just come out of the bathroom when Ali was suddenly lying on the bed with her legs crossed in half. His shoes and work coat are still faithfully attached to Ali's body. Ayana who only wore a towel limited to the thigh seemed to approach the husband who looked very tired.

"Mas" she said quietly by sitting next to her husband's body.

Ali squirmed, opening his eyes slowly. The first thing that came to his attention was Ayana's current appearance. His hair that was still wet with water droplets that now flowed spatter through his exposed upper body, making jakun Ali fencing, up and down.

"I want you, A,,."