My Toni Is Mr. Anthony
Announcement of New Works

Chapter 1

Mike closed his eyes, he wanted to rest tired after coming home from work. The stomach was full and the atmosphere was calm in the room, making the man feel comfortable. When the eyes are closed, the sense of hearing also feels sharper. Gurgling water from the shower in the bathroom faintly rang out in his ears, Rosaline, his wife, was also enjoying her time in the bathroom.

It all felt so good to Mike at the time, it felt so peaceful. Until a vibration of the phone notification bothers him. Mike shrugged his shoulders, unwilling to take a headache and tried to sink back into his composure.

Drrr...

And this time, the vibration of the phone on the nightstand next to his bed, managed to disturb his calm. Mike snorted in annoyance, opened his eyes and glanced resentfully toward the source of the voice.

"F-U-C-K!" he was upset, his hand grabbed Rosaline's phone.

His eyes caught a pop up message from an unknown number. The writing on the screen really disturbed Mike's eyes.

'S-a-y-a-n-g?'

Mike frowned, spelling letter by letter with heart, whether he might be the one who misread or...

Mike's chest rumbled, his self-esteem nudged. Who would dare call his wife affectionately? With a single thumb, the message opened. Mike wants to make sure everything is written there.

Turns right. Someone sent a message to his wife with a call of affection. Indeed, only one word is listed on Rosaline's private messaging application. One word but sent several times, impressing the sender of the message was calling - call Rosaline.

Mike's eyes stared at the screen of the phone in his hand, blood rushing to his head. The person across there has already violated his territory. With full of emotion, Mike's fingers moved quickly on the screen of Rosaline's phone.

'What does it take with my wife tonight - nights like this?'

Without further ado and no need to think long, Mike immediately sent a reply to the ambiguous message. Now Mike sits on the edge of the bed, with both elbows resting on both knees. His eyes stared at the screen, his face looking impatient waiting for the answer from the sender of the ambiguous message.

Elsewhere, a man widened his eyes. "Basic sloppy!" hiss Aaron's upset.

Instead of regretting himself for sending messages to people's wives, he actually condemned Rosaline's carelessness until they were found to be sending messages.

His brain immediately thinks fast, he has to do something or Rosaline and he will be found out.

A moment later, Aaron snapped his finger, and immediately contacted someone to help him resolve the matter.

The crisp laughter of a woman greeted Aaron. "Good night, sir. Finally you need my help." he said in a triumphant tone. She knew that sooner or later Aaron and Rosaline would seek and use her services.

Aaron snorted, actually he didn't want to contact this woman. How else would you like? The situation is urgent.

"Yes, Madame Ella." Aaron rubbed his hair and immediately said his goal. "Damn! We're busted! Rosaline's husband just read my message to his wife." And, as Aaron quickly lays out the chronology of the incident, they must act quickly before Mike is suspicious.

Different Aroon, different again Madame Ella. Madame Ella answered. "That's the point of having me here, honey."

"Hey, do something!" aaron was upset.

"Chill, Honey. Just give me your phone OTP. I'll handle it."

"Huh? That's my privacy!"

"It's for your sake, hey! Or do you want to be found out? I'll keep your privacy as long as it's in agreement." Madame Ella said again, her voice calm and reassuring.

Aaron exhaled, he had to decide right now. There's no other way. "alright. Don't let you abuse my beliefs, Madame. And one more thing, I want everything to be neat!" said Aaron slowly, implied the tone of threat in it.

Aaron's opponent did not respond, on the other side the woman smiled obliquely while turning off her phone. Finally, Aaron and Rosaline need his services. Welcome to the club!

It didn't take long to move Aaron's messaging app to his personal phone. A few minutes later, the fingers were flickering and well-groomed Madame Ella was dancing on the screen of the phone. He called Mike to Rosaline's number.

'Oops! You seem to have misunderstood me, sir. I'm Ella Rosaline's old friend, we haven't seen each other in a long time.'

Madame Ella narrowed her eyes, picked out a sad emoticon and cupped hands, then immediately sent out the message.

"Done up!" he murmured, while preparing to face the next attack.

Sure enough! It wasn't until a minute, a message from Rosaline came. More precisely Mike who replied using Rosaline's phone.

'I mean, my wife has almost no friends in this town.'

It's clear from the word - he said Mike doesn't believe it. Madame Ella smiled again and calmly contacted Mike via video call.

"HOW DARE YOU - "

Mike's voice hangs in the air, Mike's hiccuping as if to stamp. His eyes widened when he saw a woman's s-e-x-y body plastered on the screen. White smooth and proportionately wrapped in thin sleepwear.

"See? Does anyone have a body this beautiful?" a soft, seductive voice sounded across there.

Mike swallowed his saliva, without saying much he turned off the call and was about to put Rosaline's phone back on the nightstand. Coinciding with Rosaline who came out wearing her towel kimono.

The smell of soap entered Mike's sense of smell, he turned with a sharp look. Rosaline responded with a smile that made Mike even more upset. Rosaline's smile was like mocking him.

"I can't believe that the person who called you was a woman" Mike accused.

Rosaline gasped, as if she knew where Mike was going. He took a slow breath, tried not to over-express, then said. "Oh, it looks like he's my friend." replied Rosaline as calmly as possible. She walked over to the dresser, avoiding Mike's eyes.

Mike slams Rosaline's phone into the bed. "While he's been calling me to show himself a woman, I still can't believe it!" hiss Mike, he emphasized his tone on the last three words.

Although clearly - clearly he saw the interlocutor of his wife was a woman, however much he did not believe. There was something that intrigued her heart, saying that the sender of the message was not a woman.

"Oh!"

"Oh?" sergeant Mike is getting pissed. Rosaline's response was just one unsatisfactory word. Without any explanation that could calm his heart.

"You jealous?" ask Rosaline later.

Although his heart was a little daunted, but it was very unlikely that he would admit who the sender of the chat was really. So let him follow this game.

"Hey, this isn't jealousy. But territory!" sergeant Mike, his emotions have reached ubun - ubun. His face was red. It's clear that Mike suspects Rosaline is having an affair.

Rosaline sighed and closed her eyes, she would perform as well as she could. The woman looked at me and smiled sadly. "Do you want me to call him to prove your allegations wrong?" ask Rosaline quietly.

Mike nodded, his gaze dimming as if aware of something. A guilty person could not dare to challenge him like this. He shook his hand. "No need, I called him earlier" he said a bit of a lie because the truth was Ella who contacted him first. He threw his body into bed, tired.

"You called him?" ask Rosaline not to believe it.

"Just to make sure that 'your friend' is really a woman."

"And the results?" Rosaline again asked to perfect her acting.

"A woman."

"So case clear?"

"Hm-hm." Mike melengos, the prestige to admit his mistake.

Rosaline held back a smile, she turned to the dressing table. Rows of colorful Iks neatly arranged there, earlier he was planning to dye back his nails that had begun to dull. The choice of bright red color from a row of nail dyes collection. The red color always managed to make his mood improve, impressed brave and strong.

Case close but strange feelings continue to haunt Mike, there is nothing in the heart when he saw his wife engrossed in dressing up. The more beautiful his wife is. This woman was already beautiful, but now there was a different aura emanating from Rosaline.

The woman he was observing seemed to be busy cleaning his nails and removing the remnants of his old nail polish. Then painstakingly apply moisturizer, cut the nails and think about it.

"Why are you getting dressed up?" A question just popped out of Mike's mouth.

"It's not dressing up, it's treatment." replied Rosaline. He raised ten of his fingers in front of his own face. Make sure the nails are really neat, after this he will wear a base coat and paint it. "I took care of myself so that my husband's eyes kept on me." Sindir Rosaline's.

Mike snorted, Rosaline's words slapped him in the face. "Good nights!" he said and immediately immersed himself in the blanket.

"Nite." replied Rosaline indifferently.

For Rosaline, the important thing is that Mike doesn't ask much more. She refocused her nails until midnight when Rosaline finished her nails and skincare. Snoring rang out from the direction of the bed, a sign that Mike was asleep!

Rosaline took her phone and smiled. 'See you tomorrow at the usual place. No need to return my message.'

The message is sent, the sign turns into a blue tick. The recipient has read it. Rosaline breathed a sigh of relief, at least today she survived. As usual, he deleted his own writing.

'It turns out this is how they work. Not in vain I joined the Club Love Affair.'

A satisfied smile was engraved on Rosaline's pretty lips, she was certain that Madame Ella had helped her. Rosaline chuckled softly looking at her husband who looked increasingly sound.

'Have a nice dream, Mike. This club will help me close the scandal. The important thing is that I don't make your name and our family tarnished.'

Rosaline took off her kimono and changed into a nightgown. Then join her husband in bed.