Revenge of the Beautiful "The Return of a Bad Wife"
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Zif walked quickly to his apartment, he entered haphazardly after opening the door with a card lock. She just left the apartment owned by Beautiful without saying goodbye.

Zif felt a different vibe when he came into contact with the woman who constantly reminded him of his wife, and this was very strange in his opinion.

"Damn, why would I dare to play around with another woman? I shouldn't have done this!" Gerrutu Zif while replacing his shoes with home sandals.

Zif closed his eyes trying to get the peace of the soul, but what? Indar's voice eradicated his silence "Zif!" The woman's scream was deafening.

Zif was aghast until he opened his eyes again quickly, he saw Indar glaring with tears of his anger "Where are you Zif? Do you love to patronize women other than me?" The drill.

Zif closed his eyes with a lazy gesture of "Jeez Indar, what else is this? I don't want to make a fuss with you." Sluggishly.

"Explain who the bad woman is? Is he your mistress? Did you buy her an apartment on purpose?" Indar pointed towards Shara's apartment.

Zif took off your "Crazy smirk? Your brain mace? He's my new neighbor, I even just got to know him, just haphazardly you slander!" The sarcasm.

Indar shook his head "The evidence just now you guys made out right? You never thought I existed, it was always cold, nor did you want to formalize our marital status! Shara's business isn't finished yet you've been playing with your new woman!" Accuse her.

"What does this have to do with Shara?" Sela Zif's.

Indar smiled cynically "You think I don't know Zif? You're still secretly sending your minions in search of a wife as ugly as you! When are you going to?" Hysterical ambassadors.

Zif approached and gripped both of the woman's arms, the look of sharp eyes piercing Indar's heart "He's still my wife. You know it. You heard Indar, the intimate thing that happened between us that night was just a mistake. My wife is still Shara. On my bride's night. You proposed to be my pretend wife, didn't you? Why ask for more now? From the beginning I told you I never liked you!" His rebut.

"But why? What less Zif! Your Shara's been ugly, probably killed herself after you said you didn't know her! You forgot you ever hurt him, Zif?" Sergey Indar clutched back the collar of Zif's shirt.

"Enough!" Sentak Zif's.

"Try to think carefully what makes me dislike you Indar!" Zif pointed his own head in anger.

"Don't always blame others, don't be overly possessive, indistinct angry, which man linger with you, for example, Shara is very sweet, her treatment, her potency, everything." Zif's eyes glazed over when he again missed his wife who went nowhere.

"You should learn from Shara. Learn to please me like him! Replacing his position, I myself was tormented to keep thinking of people who were no longer there!" It exploded in the end.

Zif's guilt is increasingly becoming a continuous haunting. Zif stepped away leaving Indar in a state of tears.

"I'm gonna have to take you to Om Hardika, Zif!" Indar muttered and then stepped out of Zif's apartment. No one else could speak rudely to Zif other than Hardika alone.

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As the earth rotates, like that day changes, the clock ticks move as if slow, Zif keeps thinking about his neighbors all day.

Zif wants to hurry up to his apartment, apologizing for yesterday's strange treatment of Beautiful.

It had occurred to him not to approach Beautiful again, but the reality said another, all day Zif's memory never escaped the shadow of the face and the voice teasing Beautiful.

Zif's gontai steps just started swinging, he got out of the elevator and walked towards his apartment unit.

As usual he walked in, hurried to take off his shoes and replace them with home sandals.

Zif continued his steps, he threw his office bag into the living room sofa, then walked to the end of the place while loosening his tie.

His sleeves he singsing up to the elbow then restored his double hair back.

The condition of the room is still dark, because Zif does not want his neighbors to see his activities from across there, Zif thought, at this hour, maybe Beautiful has not slept.

Time still shows at 19:00.

Sure enough, apparently Shara was still sitting on the sofa in her sexy nightgown. Zif approached his glass wall. Netra Zif combed every curve of the girl's body from the tip of her foot to the top of her head.

Bright red lingerie, that's what Shara wore tonight, one little leg she straightened on the table and the other side she buckled until her smooth knees were exposed teasing Zif's faith.

Who doesn't love that kind of beauty? Zif even swallowed the saliva so badly he wanted it.

Zif grabs the phone from the pocket of his pants, he immediately sends a phone call to his sexy and beautiful neighbor.

A few tones continued she heard, before long a beautiful melodious voice sounded in her ear.

📞 "Dad." It seemed that Beautiful's tone was a little angry at her, her reply was not as enthusiastic as yesterday.

"Not slept?" Ask Zif.

📞 "Not."

📞 "It's okay Zif, I don't feel discouraged, so forget it."

"Have you had dinner? Can I order no more food?" Ask Zif.

📞 "Not yet, I deliberately want to cook myself, you can also come to dinner with me. If you want to come, consider it the first thanksgiving of moving my house."

Zif smiled "Emmh, I changed my clothes first, I just got home from the office. Still sticky." His word.

📞 "Yes, I'm waiting."

Zif turned off the call, then went to his room, and hurried to clean up.

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Moments later, Shara was ready with two barbeque sausage beef steaks she served on a round dining table. Not to forget the capcay of Zif's favorite clear sauce he made the complement.

There are aromatherapy candles that Shara ornaments at some point of the table. The bell rang, Shara walked towards the main door, she pressed the handle, then the handsome face of her husband was shown behind there like yesterday afternoon.

Zif looked at Shara from top to bottom, Shara was a little closed because she was wrapped in a maroon slippery kimono. If talking about body contusions, it is certain that Shara is not able to cover her natural feminine bulge.

"Look in Zif." Shara grabs the man's hand and closes the door, she pulls back Zif following in her footsteps.

Arriving at the dinner table, Zif was flabbergasted to stare at a delicious dish that was familiar to him, he sniffed out a small aroma of Beautiful cuisine that was exactly the same as the aroma of Shara's cooking.

Seeing Zif speechless Shara slashed the distance to face each other, he rubbed the chest of Zif's field while carrying a seductive gaze "You why Zif?" Ask.

Zif's eyes turned to Beauty who again reminded herself of Shara "Who cooked all this?" Ask.

"I. Beautiful people who cook all this, beautiful do love to cook. Why Zif? You don't like it?" Connect Shara.

"Quite Zif, he's someone else, not Shara!"

The roar of breath that started to mess up sounded occasionally from Zif, it seemed like Zif was again shaken with fond memories with Shara who he wanted to forget.

"Zif, don't you like it? Though I'm tired of making this all for you loh Zif. But I don't think you like it." Sahara cut her lips while looking down.

Zif raised Shara's face with a small pinch on the girl's chin "It's not so pretty, of course I like it, it's just, I'm remembering someone." His rebut.

"Who?"

Zif shook his head, for some reason Zif was eager to guard the heart of Beautiful "Nobody, she doesn't matter, forget it!" Said.

For the umpteenth time, Shara heard the phrase, apparently Zif really wanted to forget it "Yes, we just eat. Mump is still warm Zif." Bring along.

Zif sits down with Shara, Shara picks up a knife and steak fork, she crates her steak then offers Zif the first bribe "I'm a bribe well, I used to feed my girlfriend like this." Her request.

Zif nodded, indeed that was Zif's habit when he was with Shara, Zif was indeed more mature, but Shara was always pampering the man.

Bribe after mouthful Shara gave and for once in a while Shara gently rubbed Zif's lips affected by the barbeque saos. Zif's gaze was only on the beautiful face of Shara. He feels nostalgic, reuniting his fondest memories with Shara.

"Why is the taste of the cuisine exactly the same as my wife? Why is there a woman who looks so much like my Shara?" Zif's inner self behind his little smile.

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Elsewhere, a BMW is driving very fast, Hardika Prabaswara, she has headed to the apartment owned by her second son.

Dogol framed Hardika's heart this time, this morning Indar's incitement had ignited the man's emotions.

After Shara disappears instead of marrying Indar, Zif instead seeks another woman. There was no mercy for Zif who always denied his will.

"Where is my son Zif?" Hardika asked the driver.

"Now, the young master is in the apartment of his neighbor, the great sir." Obviously the man glanced slightly at the rearview ignoring the Master.

"We went straight to the bitch's apartment, Zif was really outrageous, shameless, so the money he got from my company he used to save the bad women? Hmh!" The crap is grieving.

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...Seriate.... Wah gaiss sorry only one episode today, but God willing tomorrow three deh.. hehe. just came home from nyenengin son. sorry well.....