My Poor Husband
Different Feelings

The clock has shown at eight in the evening inside one of the food stands on the side of the road at this time Luca and Ana are eating fried rice to prop up their empty stomach.

"Nake?" Luca asked looking at Ana's expression that had just bribed the fried rice.

Ana chewed, tasting the taste of the fried rice that was in her mouth before finally the woman's head nodded quickly.

"Enak! It's better than the fried rice I used to eat at restaurants!" Answer her excitedly.

Hearing and seeing that corner of Luca's lips that were originally twitching tensely, now immediately interested in forming a smile.

"Thank God, and forgive me for only bringing you here to eat. I need to borrow your money"

"Here you go, for the meal money as long as you haven't paid, we can use my money first"

Luca nodded. "I'll replace.."

"No need, at least my savings were enough for a few months" Cut Ana began to enjoy her fried rice.

Luca was silent for a moment, staring at the face of Ana who was enjoying the taste of the fried rice while paying attention to the atmosphere around which was quite crowded.

"Thank you.." Luca's speech was stopped once his hearing caught the voice of a woman who called his wife's name.

"Hey, isn't that Anastasya Gates?!" Her screams made Ana's mouthful come to a halt and change with her stiffened face.

"Where?!" Sahut compact some women.

"That!" The shrieking woman pointed towards Ana.

"Gosh, that's right!"

Hearing that Ana immediately stood up and pulled Luca's hand to stand up as well. "We're leaving now!" Said her in a hurry to get her bag.

Luca nodded, fortunately the fried rice that had just been eaten half was already paid.

But just one step, all of a sudden the women had surrounded Ana and Luca who made Ana's face that originally looked panicked now turned relaxed and so professional.

"Oh this is a model that perfumes the name of our country but its behavior is similar to jal*ng?" Cibir one of the women.

"Shut your mouth, miss!" Tegur Luca was not happy.

Hearing Luca's words the women turned to look at him and went down to look at their hands that were clasping each other.

"Ah, there's no shame" whispered one more cynical.

"This man must have been caught in the hotel room with this model jal*ng, right?"

"You.." Luca's increasingly heated rebuke heard her instantly come to a halt as he felt his hand held so tightly to Ana's.

The atmosphere was getting hotter, some people started to stop watching the commotion and some even recorded it.

"Sorry ladies, please take care of your language or I will report it to the authorities" Ana calm down who immediately got scorn from the women.

"Hahaha, would like to report it through the crotch*ngan, right?" Her ejek.

"Or maybe all this time she became a famous model because the crotch*ngan hahaha"

Ana's eyes closed for a moment, enduring the pain of a far more cruel scorn than when Ana began her career.

Not wanting to see Ana getting hurt by hearing all the insults and accusations, Luca closes both of Ana's ears and pulls her into the crowd.

"Huuu, Jal*ng is indeed suitable with poor men hahaha" they cheered.

Ana's tears trickled down, flowing so profusely her trials of life today were not exhausted. With a hasty step her self continues to be pulled by Luca towards where they put her bike.

Ana had no voice there was only crying, glamorous life and flourishing treasures and pleasant work just destroyed, just like that, I don't know because of what she could do with the man who is currently hugging her.

Long enough Luca tried to calm Ana down until finally the man began to unravel Ana's embrace and wipe away her tears.

"Yes, we go home now okay?" Her words.

Ana nodded, while Luca who got the nod immediately led Ana to sit on the front of her bike.

"Ready?" Luca's back asked got a nod from Ana.

"Flying bike!!" The man began to grop his bike quite fast.

"Woahahh!!" Ana feels really flying because her hair and body feel blown by the wind.

It's easy to restore the mood of Ana with this bike, the article since Ana was so happy when in the bonceng by Luca.

"Let's yell, blow your anger!" Luca's words made Ana immediately turn her head back to look at his face.

"Why? Isn't this how women often do when they're sad?" Luca asked a glance at Ana's face which then focused back on the streets.

Ana smiled faintly, for the first time she felt something in her heart that she had never felt while together with Gio.

"Let'soo!!" Ana's shout suddenly made Luca suddenly brake. "Gosh why?" Surprised tanya.

"Why are you yelling?" Ask a surprised Luca.

Hearing Luca's silly question, Ana immediately touched the man's forehead with her upset voice.

"So you said yell!" His annoyance.

"Oh yeah, I forgot" Kekeh Luca. "At least tell me you yelled" He continued.

"Ck, let's go again!"

Luca nodded and went back to his bike quite tight until Ana's long hair was blown back by the wind.

"I want to scream" said Ana.

"Okay, please"

In the next second Ana was shouting so strongly that fortunately her way around was not too crowded.

Not only screaming, the woman vaporized everything in her heart until now her feelings really felt relieved.

"Happy?" Luca asked as soon as Ana didn't scream for a while.

"I hate them all! They only flattered me when I was on top!!" Ana continued shouting.

"They're not my loyal fans, they believe in the damn news!!" This time her screams sounded so strong that Luca's ears were throbbing painfully.

"Already, later your throat hurts" Prevent Luca when he saw Ana's shoulder rise like a plan to return to shouting.

Got the ban Ana again grimaced and then hit Luca's arm. "So yelled, now fit udh yell at told to stop"

"Not so, I'm just afraid your throat hurts or your vocal cords are damaged if you yell too much" Luca explained staring at Ana's flying hair strands touching her chest wrapped in a black shirt.

"Yes yes yes, whatever you say" Sahut lazy Ana while paying attention around her.

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