Revenge Of A Wife
Unsensefully

Mas Bagas looked at me with a look of shock just like me, but I immediately decided the view and turned to look at the beautiful and sexy woman who was still embraced by Bagas.

"What did the lady paint this painting?" ask the woman who was with my husband.

"Yes, miss, do you like her?" with all my efforts I tried to calm down in front of the two of them.

"I like her a lot."

The woman smiled affectionately towards Bagas mas, her hands stroking the chest of Bagas mas with full tenderness.

"Mas, I want this painting to be okay?" the woman spoiledly asked for her painting.

"Anything for you must be buying it." it's easy to say Bagas mas like that, while I who as his wife has never been bought any goods.

Without feeling, Bagas answered with full softness and with a friendly look.

It hurts, that's how I feel right now, but I can only hold it back because here there are already many important people from the elite.

Indeed, my marriage with Bagas mas secretly and only the family knows our marriage, so many people think that Bagas mas still alone.

"Lea, please paint this one on the wrap." I called Lea my best friend who will take care of all her, Lea was shocked to see the man in front of her, he looked at me full of question marks.

Lea knew that the one in front of her was now my husband, because I often told and showed pictures of my husband to Lea.

I gave the code to Lea, and fortunately Lea understood with the code I gave her, Lea instantly gave the price and wrapped her painting.

While I went to the toilet and cried there, I realized my body was far away when compared to that woman, but here I am her wife, she said, bagas really didn't have the slightest feeling towards me.

After feeling calm, I went back to the exhibition stand and I saw that my painting was no longer there.

"Mbak, the money has been transferred for one hundred million" Lea said while showing the nominal on his mobile phone.

Lea and I do have an ATM card specifically for the sale of paintings.

"Hundred million? You serious?" I was really surprised by the nominal that Lea said.

"Yes, I'm serious, look good." Lea showed me her phone again.

"Yes it's Lea, but it must also be money from my husband." I replied in a slightly trembling voice as it held back tears.

"So right that was my husband? Then why don't I go, if I'm so I've been makin' both of them." Lea was hurt to see it.

"Yes Lea, but yes it is indeed I am a wife who has never been considered, if indeed I was considered I might have done the first night" I said with a bitter smile.

"Patience, I'm sure one day you'll find happiness." Leah always calms me down.

"Yes, we just go home, I have no spirit to attend this exhibition" I said as I cleaned up the remaining paintings and put them in the car, Lea helped me clean it up.

I parked my car in the parking lot of a cafe, I purposely invited Lea to eat in a slightly luxurious cafe, it-count we both celebrated the sale of paintings.

We both went in and sat in one of the empty seats.

I accidentally heard a woman sitting next to me talking, "Mas, that painting was cool, huh? But it's a pity who paints her far from my expectations."

I looked up at the woman sitting beside me, and again I saw my husband's affection for her.

I put up my hearing to hear everything they talk about.

"Mom, isn't that my husband?" Leah whispered for fear that the two of them could be heard.

I just nodded while putting my index finger on my lips.

It sounded like Bagas answered the woman's question "Indeed, how do you love?" so friendly mas Bagas called the woman who was with him, while the same I who became his wife do not call me dear, just look at me like his mas Bagas disgusted.

"I think she's beautiful and sexy more than me, it's still under me, I've deg-deg gan lo mas, I'm afraid the same smitten woman writer, I'm afraid, because the painting is really nice and cool." said the woman while leaning her head on my husband's chest.

I am a foolish woman who has loved my husband who never liked me.

I don't know why I love my husband so much, maybe because my husband was the first man in my life that I could fall in love with him.

"You're prettier and sexier than she is, she's not my type, her lush body's face is just dull and ugly." so casually did Bagas denigrate me.

I did not feel my tears had fallen on the cheek hearing the words of Bagas, my heartache was despised like that by my own husband.

Lea who heard the words Bagas also growled and emotional, especially Lea saw my tears that had dripped.

"Sir, let's get them samperin." Lea asked me to come over to Bagas with the woman.

"No Lea, let it be if Bagas wants it like that." instead I don't want to be angry in front of Bagas mas, Bagas, but I realize that here I am the one who loves Bagas too much.

Without me realizing Lea got up and approached the Bagas table, with full of emotion Lea kicked the table very hard.

"Miss you know who she just insulted?" lea emotionally asked the woman.

Mas Bagas and the woman who was with him were shocked and immediately looked at Lea's face.

"You? Why are you following us? Not the money of the painting I have transferred." mas Bagas did not accept because he felt he was followed.

The woman looked at Lea, "Indeed the fertile woman who painted it? What people matter? so my girlfriend can't insult her?" in an arrogant style the woman asked Lea.

"He is." I immediately smothered Lea's mouth and I dragged Lea to leave the cafe.