My Scintillating
04 ~ Different Hugs

Mou was still staring confused at what was done by the man sitting next to her, Gemilang actually grabbed Mou tightly while slipping a sweet smile on her lips.

It was so sweet, her smile was so intoxicating and there was no intention for Mou to take her eyes off.

"excuse me, I am very possessive of him" said Gemilang to Bara, but also did not turn his eyes on the beautiful figure.

"when have you been together?" asked Bara who slightly raised her tone, they both disconnected the eye contact and turned to look at Bara who looked upset.

But being questioned in such a way by Bara makes Mou nervous, her brain blank and completely empty.

You slow down, let's think fast.

Mou cursed her own stupidity.

"Three months ago" not Mou who answered but someone who was sitting next to her.

"what?" bara said as if in disbelief, he and Mou had just canceled their marriage three months ago "Mou, that's not true right?. . We just broke up three months ago" he said he was still looking for clarity.

With her confidence, Mou looked up at Bara, "To be precise, I broke off our relationship not because you cheated".

Bara shook his head, this is really not the Mou he knows.

"i know you used to wear me, since many years ago Bar, but the main reason for me to cancel our marriage is because of him" said Mou turned to look to Gemilang.

Really Mou was eager to clap her hands over what she said earlier, because it was very rare that she could be this strong in front of Bara.

Bara stood up just like that, his chest up and down holding his emotions he held Mou's hand and was about to pull her.

"Flear!" said Mou thrashing.

Scintillating come to stand looking at it "lepasin fucking!" he said furiously then threw Bara's hand, and let Mou take cover behind her burly back.

"this is not Lo's business, Mou let's go home this is not our place" Bara said looking at Mou with a pleading gaze.

"not our place?" merah Mou does not believe "even you go back and forth Bali-Jakarta just because of him" said Mou pointed to a woman who had been holding Bara's arm.

"it's not what you think Mou is" Bara said.

"we're done Bar, really finished there's nothing left in my heart" Mou said with great force.

Bara again pulled Mou's hand violently, until Mou almost fell.

"bngst indeed! yeah lo!" the Gem who was already furious at the man who was rude to women, he no longer cared about the people who were staring at him.

Dugghh!!!. . . .

One hard blow Gemilang lay on Bara's face, then he switched back to pull Mou's hand to take cover behind him.

While Ibel is still staring at what happened, if I can be honest actually Gemilang never like this in someone.

Hearing that made Gemilang want to hit Bara again, but someone held him from behind.

Mou hugged Gemilang from behind when Gemilang was about to beat Bara back.

Just this time Gemilang hugged by women other than Mamii and his Oma, even Gemilang still sculpt when feeling a warm embrace that is different.

"stop I beg you" said the woman tearfully.

Bara really can't think with Mou now, "Mou! , I'm waiting for you at Munaj Hotel's tonight" he said then went from there and followed by the woman who had been silent since.

Because according to Bara there is no woman who can manage it, including this woman he always obeyed his orders because it was Bara who financed all his life.

"I'm sorry" said Mou, letting go of her arms, then looked up at Gemilang with guilt.

Scintillating cleared his throat for a moment to relieve his nervousness, he must not show that, what a shame.

"what the hell is Gem!" said Ben who had just watched.

"crying" said Juna looking at Mou who wiped the rest of her tears.

"let's sit down again, later I explained" said Ibel who looks more reserved since seeing the treatment of Gemilang against Mou, strange is not it? even himself who told Gemilang to serve his game.

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Thank you for my revenge

So how do you feel

When I see me with someone else

Not destroyed

Such is my heart that is like being pierced by thousands of thorns that gripped into the depths of my heart and left a scratch of pain called a wound. . . (Mouresa Munaj).

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