My second husband Prince Jin
Chapter 85. Delia Wants to Suicide

"Asmi, tell me honestly, who's your future husband, deck! " the tall thin man asked his sister with a sharp look.

Asmi was stunned to hear the question from her brother. Confused and do not know what to answer.??????

Mirna was no less surprised by the question from their eldest brother. He was confused and no less curious about who the identity of his future sister-in-law was. About the man who in an instant was present before him with his appearance through the walls of the house.

Asmi didn't know what to say. Whether he should be honest with Mas Ardi as well as to all his family and tell him who the real prince of Hasyeem is.

" Hasyeem is a prince, Mas." Ardi was surprised to hear his sister's explanation that Hasyeem was a prince. That explains to them why Hasyeem is so rich.

" Asmi, why don't you tell me exactly who your future husband is from the beginning, so we can have a decent welcome. Not like that, you will feel bad about your future in-laws and their families" said Mas Ardi.

" It was at the request of Hasyeem, Mas. He does not want to be over-treated. He said he wanted what was appropriate, like most people" Asmi said explaining to her brother and also to other families.

" Ohh, that. Good heart right, yes. Not arrogant anymore! " said mbak Nur.

Mas Ardi nodded - nodding a sign he could accept the explanation of the younger brother.

" Yes, but we're shy, deck. The time of a prince is welcome. What will your future husband's family say?"

" Yes, just relax, my mom. Loh wong was the one who asked for it! " said Asmi. Mas Ardi glared. It feels like he wants to pin the head of his beautiful sister to be a little smart. She was anxious, her sister could be indifferent and impressed at will to her husband's family candidate who incidentally is a noble.

" Yes, already. Come on, this is all brought in. Just share with neighbors a lot of food. Let's not redundant.! " said Mas Ardi.

Asmi breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully Mas Ardi did not ask further about the origin of the prince of Hasyeem. Yes, he had to tell Ardi and the whole family, if Hasyeem was a genie. Although Hasyeem came from the Muslim jinn, but still it is not a guarantee that the original family will be able to accept it.

Already Asmi can imagine, if the Asmi family will certainly cancel all wedding events that have been prepared and Asmi does not want it all to happen.

Plus there is a fetus in the stomach of Asmi who is growing and needs a father. Therefore, Asmi decided to hide Hasyeem's identity first for now.

Let him and his cousin Nazwa know enough about the prince's proposal. She had told her cousin to keep the meeting and could keep it a secret about being from Asmi's future husband.

" I'm sorry, Ardi. I'm sorry my brothers. It is not yet time that you know the truth" Asmi said in her heart.

The evening was closed with a meal for Asmi and the whole family except for her sister Delia who was still in Australia, following her husband.

The night is getting late. Asmi who was exhausted immediately fell asleep without realizing that a sturdy man was holding the tiny body of Asmi who was getting plump and contained into his arms. Gently rubbing her lover's stomach which now still looks flat.

" You're getting pretty, baby! " he whispered in Asmi's ear, kissed her lover's soft lips at a glance, then lay down while hugging the body of her lover who was sleeping. Before long, he also ended up falling asleep with the lover.

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We leave Asmi and Prince Hasyeem who are preparing to hold their wedding party. We are now in Australia.

The night has just gone up according to Australian time. A beautiful woman whose face resembled that of Asmi was sitting alone on her balcony. Her pretty face looks grim. A bottle of wine accompanied the woman's solitude.

Last afternoon Delia received a call from Mas Ardi, her eldest brother. This was the first time they had contacted Delia since the woman had lived and settled in the country of kangaroos.

Delia was moved to look at Mas Ardi's thin body. The eyes of the late father's replacement man looked teary when talking to him.

" You okay, deck? " ask the man she called Mas with a sad face.

" Yes, Mas.. I'm fine. Mas how are you? "

" We're all fine, deck.! "

" You all seem to be having fun, what's the show?"

" Yes, we just finished the show. Asmi's mother is applying to someone" said Mas Ardi.

Delia was a little surprised. "Mbak Asmi is proposed by people? isn't Asmi married to Ilham ?"

" Well, you missed the news, deck. Your mother's been divorced for a long time with that bastard Ilham. Now he can replace the new one. The one who is more handsome than the Inspiration and also the one who is certainly richer."

" Whoa, if so, I've missed some news, dong mas! " excited Delia. She just found out if her sister Asmi has divorced her husband and now will marry again.

The night was getting late, but Delia was still sitting there. The cold night wind that blows and feels piercing the white skin does not make it flinch. The sadness and disappointment made him numb.

He repeatedly gulped down the intoxicating liquid he poured from the bottle until it ran out. But it also did not make the pain in his heart disappear.

" You are cruel, Yovan.! " he said softly on the sidelines of his consciousness which slowly began to disappear. His shoulders were shaken by his sobs.

Delia, the poor woman was crying herself. He feels lonely. The husband she loved and was proud of turned out to have betrayed her.

This afternoon, after receiving a call from her brother, Delia intended to go to the workplace of Yovan, her husband. Their workplaces are different locations. The distance between Delia's workplace and Yovan's workplace is fifteen minutes by car.

Delia has arrived at Yovan's office. In a hurry he entered Yovan's workplace. But the beautiful woman did not expect if she had to be treated to a scene that really made her chest tight.

Yovan's husband is seen being engrossed in her secretary's couch in her study. The breaths of the two hunt each other in pursuit of reaching the peak of the pleasure of sin. It sounded*******delight from the woman as Yovan shook her body with a powerful bang.

" Yes..! " Yovan suddenly looked up to hear a voice that had been very memorized.

" Silk..!! " said lirih. In a hurry, Yovan tidied up her clothes as well as her secretary.

Delia was still glued to the door. He was too shocked by the reality he had just met.

" Delia, I can explain to you. It's not what you think it is." said Yovan, gesturing to her secretary to leave them both.

Delia looked at her husband with a wounded look.

" We meet in court only, sir. I think from now on we can't be together anymore" he said coldly. Then, Delia turned around and left Yovan who was fixated still unmoved.

Yovan had no idea that Delia would come to her office all of a sudden. Usually the beautiful woman will call him first if you want to come to his office. So that he can arrange everything so as not to make his wife suspicious.

But today is beyond suspicion. Until Delia catches herself having sex with Clara, her secretary.

" Delia, I'm sorry! " whispers watered. Head's dizzy. Now his wife must be sad and devastated.

Yovan felt guilty in her heart for betraying their marriage. However, he was a normal man who could not possibly not be tempted by the seduction of women as beautiful and sexy as Clara.

At first he only intended to play with Clara. However, the longer he felt addicted to the hot game of the bule woman. Until finally, the affair continued until Delia finally caught them.

Now, Yovan could only regret everything. He intends to apologize to Delia and promise to fix everything. He didn't want to part with Delia. Because she basically loved Delia very much.

Yovan had called Delia dozens of times, but she did not want to pick her up. Not even Yovan's chat was read by him.

Yovan frustrates her own hair. It looks messy and messy.

" Seek, Delia. Pick up my phone, honey. I want to talk!" the whispers are soft and frustrating.

However, it seemed like his hope was in vain. Delia, the woman is now drowning in her grief. Alone in his apartment, half conscious and crying while lamenting fate.

" I hate you, Yovan. You rotten traitor. Death to you Yovan. hahaha...! " said Delia as she stepped closer to the lips of the balcony. His eyes stared down there. Very high, because he was on the fifth floor of this apartment.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind to end his life. He was fed up with all the things he had been through. He felt useless and desperate.

Slowly - his feet climbed the balcony guardrail and now it is above the fence. His hands clung to the ceiling of the balcony.

" Yovan, I hate you, remind me if we meet again in the next life to forgive you. Because in this life I can't do it."

With her eyes closed, Delia released her handrails on the ceiling. Delia's body slid down rapidly. Delia consciously picked up death.

" I'm sorry, father, mother!" downwrote.

Bugs! Delia's body fell down. Delia closed her eyes. Feel the giddiness and drift the sense of not being on earth.

Curious. Is he dead and now his spirit is floating. Slowly Delia opened her eyes.

" Suicide makes you die in a pagan state and is not accepted by the heavens and earth."