REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 3.

"Where have you been jal*ng?" snapped with a belt clasped tightly in the hand.

Sarah looked at the good-natured fried rice seller with a bad look, then with her head down Sarah chose to rush in and back to close the gate.

"Lake in!" bima firmly without turning to Sarah and let her pass by.

His eyes were keenly watching the salesman's brother with jaws chattering.

"A, emmm. The Mb motor is on my fried rice wagon, P-Pak. The bike broke down" explained the brother nervously.

Bima did not reply at all, just the grip of his hand on the black belt seemed to tighten even more.

The salesman's brother scratched his head that was covered in a hat clumsily. "I-I'm sorry, sir."

Brmmm

After saying that, the brother just raced with his old motorcycle at high speed, although the fact that the bike can no longer go too fast.

"Woman s*alan," furious Bima as she moved into the house and closed the door violently.

Jederrr

The sound of the door slammed by Bima until it sounded vibrating the glass in the window.

"Astaghfiullah!" Sarah who was arranging fried rice on a plate until the highest so surprised.

Bima walked quickly towards Sarah who was in the kitchen.

"It looks like you've started bod*h huh, Sarah! Didn't I say that the time you were looking for food was only half an hour? Look what time it is!" bima snapped loudly while slapping her belt onto Sarah's calf.

Ctarr

"www! Sick, Mas!" sarah is sobbing in pain.

Sarah held her legs that seemed reddened by the strong streak of Bima earlier.

"You don't hear what I'm asking?" angry Bima again.

Sarah inched backwards, just in case Bima attacked her again.

"Ma-sorry, Mas. Sarah roamed first, her brother no stalls are still open. Until finally Sarah met this fried rice seller," said Sarah trying to calm down when explaining, because Bima will usually be more angry if Sarah even reply to her anger.

Bima stared at the fried rice which still looked steaming and was neatly arranged on the kitchen table. His saliva rose as the delicious aroma of fried rice pierced through his smell.

Prerack

Bima slammed her belt onto the floor and walked quickly towards the plate filled with warm fried rice.

"You survived this time," hissed cynical Bika as she carried the plate towards the dining table.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief after Bima was no longer visible in her sight.

Crocuukkk

Sarah's stomach rang loudly, with teary eyes Sarah rubbed her stomach which from yesterday afternoon had not filled a mouthful of rice. Yes, her parents are people, but Sarah never wanted to show her husband's weakness in looking after her in front of both parents. In any case he could marry Bima as well at his own request.

"O Allah, strengthen the servant." Sarah's tears drip softly, trying to drive out all the rest in her heart.

Sarah took a glass of water and drank it to the toilet.

"Gram!" again and again Bima's rough voice dominated Sarah, until she stopped her drinking for a moment even though her throat still felt dry.

"A-what's up, Mom?" sarah asked after being close to the chair where Bima was sitting.

"Aren't you ready to drink? You want me to die of this rice sprain?" furious Bima upset.

"Yes, Sarah take Mas for a minute." Sarah rushed back to the kitchen and took a bottle of bottled mineral water along with a glass to the dining table.

Currrs

Sarah poured water into the glass and Bima impatiently grabbed the glass after it was almost full.

"Slowly, Mas. Later spilled," said Sarah who was half shocked when Bima suddenly took a glass that was filled with water.

Bima had just drank a mouthful of water and her eyes immediately glared upwards with an inexplicable expression.

Bima threw a glass in his hand carelessly, until it broke scattered on the floor.

"Basaras a fucking geeky lady! You can give me cold drinking water! You forgot it was almost dawn, and the air was unusually cold, huh?" hardik Bima was angry.

  Sarah took one step back in fear.

"Now go! Get me some warm water and quickly get back here," Bima said with angry glaring eyes.

"Yes, Mum." Sarah passed to the kitchen to make her husband's order.

Bima still mengedumel alone while still enjoying three servings of fried rice that tastes very suitable to his tongue.

Sarah walks into the kitchen, removes the remaining tears on her cheeks and pulls her phone out of her pocket.

"You just wait, my husband, Mas Bima, there will be another big surprise for you. Get ready with your mistress to enjoy my vengeance."

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"Assalamu'alaikum," the sound of knocking on the door followed the greetings from outside the house.

Jeni who was still cool coiled in her blanket immediately shuffled, but the voice grew stronger and tortured her.

"Yes, yeah. A minute!" exclaimed Jeni who finally forced herself to get up and open the door.

" Loh, it's still dark. Who yeah?" jeni's hair immediately goosebumps, but he continued to also open the main door of his small house and reot.

Driiiitt

the sound of door hinges that have not been smeared for a long time.

"Who? bang Adam's? You just got home?" jeni said indifferently and let her husband have trouble carrying a lot of stuff in his hands and taking it to the kitchen.

Jeni sat in the living room chair with her hands did not stop playing the phone, as usual sending messages like a kasmaran with Bima.

"Where?" jeni chirps when she sees Adam coming back from the kitchen already at the stake in front of the story."

Adam sighed, this is not the first time his wife has been unkind and sniffy with him in recent months.

"A day and night sales, there should be a lot of dong ya," Jeni said when she did not see at all the money her husband made from selling.

"This is all you can love, Jen. Please set it up."

Adam held out a few pieces of money two thousand, a thousand and more.

"What, Bang? Just this way you said?"  Jeni squeezed the money hard and threw it on the floor with an annoyed face.

"Then what do you do all day until you come home at dawn like this bang?" urged Jeni who was already very irritated his heart.

Adam stepped up and walked to a chair and sat there.

"Abang just keep the fried rice cart," he told his wife.

Jeni quickly closes the door to her house and approaches Adam.

"Don't lie, Bang! How is it possible in this modern era to still believe superstition? Who do you give more money to, Bang? It is not possible from morning until morning again you only get this way doang?" ketus Jeni while trampling the little money that looks like it's shabby.

Adam breathed out slowly. "Bring the oath, Jen. Really just that, the trade is now quiet. People are already starting to reduce their spending."

"Don't know, Bang! Just a reason you. Now I don't want to know, you should be able to buy the skinker I want. It's up to the money where you get, as long as all my wishes are fulfilled," Jeni exasperated.

Adam's eyes widened when he heard Jeni's heartless speech.

"Ta-but Jen, you don't have any more money. How if you use your money under the pillow, it seems a lot because up to the pile like Abang clay."

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