Only a Debt Relay Husband
Payday Debt 29

Ridwan who was in his office was completely indifferent to the message he got from Cita. He even archived Cita's contacts and muted the notifications so that when Cita sent the message never appeared a notification.

One thing that Ridwan is grateful for, the wedding plan that will be done has not been told to his colleagues so that when the decision to cancel the marriage does not cause chaos.

At lunchtime, Ridwan permits to leave the office to go somewhere. KUA, he had to go there to cancel the wedding he had proposed.

" Are you sure you want to revoke your registration?" ask a KUA officer.

" Yes, sir, there are things that I can't continue with this wedding."

Ridwan certainly did not tell the real reason. That's a disgrace.

The cancellation business went well. Ridwan felt like everything was made easy. While in the parking lot a call came in. Apparently it's from Cita.

" Yes, what's wrong Ta?"

" Are you really busy? Every time I chat never gets answered."

" I'm sorry. In the office there is a lot of work. Bosses have moved tasks, so there's a lot to do."

Ridwan wasn't lying. Right now, his work is a lot. In addition to being reluctant to respond to Cita's message, he is really busy with work.

" Would I meet you tonight. I miss bang."

" Ehmmm, sorry. Tonight we have to be late."

This time, Ridwan lied. He doesn't have any extra work for tonight. But there is another right that he has to do. Tonight he has promised his mother to visit Ratih.

The news of Ratih being taken to the hospital a few days ago made Farah worried. But they haven't been able to visit yet. So tonight Ridwan plans to visit Ratih.

" All right then bang. The spirit of work."

" Yes."

" What's wrong with Bang Ridwan? Why has he changed now? Should I consider my decision to marry her? But this is just counting the days to the wedding."

Cita muttered softly in her boarding room. After deciding to get married, Cita immediately resigned from her job. But he seemed to regret it, because he became lonely at the boarding house alone. Surprisingly Cita has not had the desire to go home to her parents.

" Mas Hari, it's Mas Day schedule night shift. Now she must be home."

An idea went into the woman's head. Again, the day that was his target. Though previously Cita was determined to avoid Hari when she saw her lover was in the police. But perhaps the attachment of the Mind to the Day cannot be broken.

Cita rushed out of her boarding room and drove straight to Hari's house. But he suddenly changed the direction of his bike and covered it to Ratih's house. He was curious about the woman who is now his ex-wife that day.

Cita parked his bike a little further from Ratih's house. He observed that there was someone there at the time. Feeling that there was no one Cita walked closer towards Ratih's house.

" Wohooo, the mistress is being so relaxed huh apparently. How does it feel to have a widow's status now hmmm?"

Ratih was a little surprised when he saw Cita standing in front of his house. But the next moment Ratih smiled towards the woman.

" I feel good, much better with the man. And yeaah I'm happy. There's nothing happier than what I'm going through right now."

The expression on Cita's face showed her dislike with Ratih's reply. The hope is that Ratih is currently crying sobbing and suffering from being picked up by Hari.

" How, is it not up to expectations. Tck tck ... Don't expect too high. If falling really hurts. How, so married to Hari? Do it, take the man for you completely. I don't need it. Aaah, I'm sorry I have to go in the house. It doesn't seem so important to say a lot of things that aren't helpful."

Brakkkk

Ratih breezed inside the house and closed the door a little harder. As for Cita, he was getting annoyed. The woman turned her body while stomping her feet away from the Ratih house.

Inside the house Ratih wastes his breath rough. One thing he knew, he had absolutely no anger with Cita. It further convinced him that he was sincere with the separation that occurred in his marriage.

TB