RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 65

Incidentally, when I came, the market tonight just opened. In this village, there is also a family of mama who live not far from the night market. Precisely near Puskesmas Marangkayu.So I accidentally stopped by the family's house before guerrilla to the night market.

Luckily for me, apparently Jubair's house, my best friend's husband was also near here. So. I smiled cunningly. In the brain of this pregnant woman has arranged a devious plan for her best friend's husband.

The atmosphere tonight is quite bright. Stars are scattered in the sky. So it is certain that tonight it will not rain. It was because of this that Saniah and I decided to go for a walk in the night market. Count - calculate for stress loss.

I left the house earlier to be picked up with Saniah. He borrowed his father's pick-up car to pick me up because there was no way he'd be piggybacking on me in my already bigger belly. Keep going to the night market with Saniah in the same car. In my brain I have a plan for my best friend if my guess is correct. I will teach a lesson to her wicked husband.

We parked the vehicle in a parking lot not far from the night market location. Entering the gate of the night market, my eyes wailed guerrilla looking for my inceran prey.

The market tonight is very crowded. I used to love going to the night market. Because there are so many food vendors and also knickknacks that I like. Saniah clenched my arm tightly as if afraid that I might just disappear. If you see from his attitude Saniah to me who seems overprotective eating I am sure, surely Syafrie has called my best friend and leave me. It may also have something to do with the arrival of Saniah who picked me up in his father's car. I never called Saniah.

We passed through food vendors, make up sellers, clothing sellers, knickknacks and accessories and then underwear sellers. Also pass some rides games like carousels and walking trains. Excited to also watch the game. If only my stomach did not bulge like this, I would have tried the carousel rides. I really like riding carousels.

" Yak... in the pick of the bag, mbak! Cheap..

bag branded price medid.." heard the cry of one of the sellers offering a variety of bag products with certain brands that are sold below the original price.

" Shirt, haji ma'am, cheap and guaranteed quality and husband bu Haji will definitely feel at home." he told Saniah when Saniah's hand was flipped - behind the clothes on display in a booth.

" I don't know, if you've been Haji, Niah? When...? " manyaku wonder. Saniah laughed at my question.

" Astma. That's one of their tricks to attract buyers" he explained.

" Oh. kirain is right you're already Hajj." we both chuckled.

" Amin...easy - hopefully be a real pilgrimage." he prayed with a laugh.

Saniah took me around the night market. Tired, we stopped for a while standing near the pentol and sausage sellers. We bought sausages and pentols and found a seat not far from the place.

Satisfied eating pentols and sausages, we continued the mutar-mutarnya event. As a result, now in my grocery bag there are two pairs of negligee clothes, one hair tie and a pair of hairpins plus a nude sandal shoe. The muter - the muter.

Our eyes were both on the underwear seller who was clamoring for offering a discount if buying three got a bonus one. Me and Saniah are directly interested in purchasing some beha pairs and ****** *****. You see, during my 'full' pregnancy, the stock of two types of underwear is already depleting. Only a few still fit in use.

I saw Saniah lusting after picking underwear for me and him. Understandably, I had a little trouble coming - the squatting follower chose because my stomach could not be compromised. So I just stood there watching the passerby at the market tonight while the agile Saniah scrambled and chose the appropriate underwear for us.

While engrossed - fun my eyes pay attention to the visitors of the night market, suddenly my eyes catch the figure that I have been waiting for - wait for his presence. Exactly as I thought... My best friend's husband must have come to the market tonight. Especially if not to invite the mistress and her child to see - see the night market.

My sneaky smile rose when I saw the duplicate Syafrie man walking hand in hand with a woman with shoulder-length straight hair. Jubair walked while holding a little boy whom I estimated to be five years old. The woman was holding a girl who was probably about seven years old.

The woman must have been Jubair's save wife. So. the man cheated until he had a child with the woman. Saniah is really patient or bego. I cursed my best friend in my heart.

" Niah... look, not that your husband's son-in-law who is the same way the bitch.." I poked my best friend's shoulder while pointing in a direction.

Saniah's eyes follow my index. " Oh, yeah. That is indeed Kak Jubair and his saving wife." he said smiling then again busy continuing his activities choosing - choose and ****** *****. I can't believe it.

Oh my God, Saniah, I was telling her about her husband being with another woman but it didn't interest her. It could - usually he is even more interested in choosing and ruffling beha and cd.

With a feeling of anger, I jerked her arm until the underwear seller suddenly glanced at this pregnant woman. " How are you, anyway? That's your husband, isn't it?" my wrath has already gone up the god level.

Instead of being arrogant, a sack of beha and cd I will buy for my best friend as long as he wants to come and hit and pounce on her husband and also the bitch right now. I will be happy to help him too.

However, instead of going to the two evildoers, Asmawati Basrie's best friend even went to hide behind the stall of the underwear seller that we had just come. Where is his pride?

I had my patience.I really could no longer hold back. He has made an Asmawati Basrie by claiming to be my best friend.

" This can no longer be allowed. You've allowed that bitch husband and woman to trample on your pride as a wife. COME ON...! I pulled her arm violently, walking up to my best friend's husband and the bitch, who were busy picking out toys for their two children.

The atmosphere of the once bustling night market is now gripping by the screams of pain and the screams of one who sounds very sad.

Straight hair due to rebonding***** it is now no longer shaped. My hands were grabbing and pulling - the woman's hair and head were grinding on the ground until her face and hair were full of dirt. My body is right on it. I felt like I was beating up Jubair's mistress in front of her husband and children.

Well.... Asmawati Basrie, the younger brother of Mansyah, needs an impingement. And the mistress of her best friend's husband seems an easy target. And so, there remained now that woman who cried out screams to be released with her face set on the ground.

Saniah's husband has been begging me many times to let go of his woman. He was confused as to which one he should focus on. Whether to help his wife or his two children who are now crying scream when they see their mother is being beaten by a pregnant woman. So now the sissy man is on his knees begging me to let go of his wife.

A lot of spectators came to us. But instead of breaking up, they focused on watching us. They were standing around in a big circle and watching us was like watching a circus.

Saniah, don't ask, my friend is like the apocalypse. He was so shocked and shocked that Jubair saw my actions.

" asma, release! " screams. But I've been floundering. Instead of letting go of that bitch, my hand had already buried her face back to the ground. " Asthma, you can make her children traumatized..! " said Saniah.

" Let it be, let her son know that his mother is an actor!! So if you have grown up to have a role model so as not to damage other people's households." I snapped.

" sick... Please get off! " the woman's moans. I glanced angrily at the woman.

" Saniah, tell your friend to let Meli go..! " jubair snapped at Saniah growled. His jaw was angry. I stared cynically and scornfully at Jubair. I'm so sick and disgusted at that guy.

" Hey, dickhead..! Promise a bad guy like you to yell at my friend. Be a man, not a sissy who takes refuge behind the kindness of a woman." I said. I strengthened the pull of my hand on the woman's hair.

His screams are getting worse. Jubair was getting frustrated seeing that. So too Saniah. The audience was whispering - whispering looking at us. Good..now the woman now has a reputation and will be viral because not one of the two visitors to the Night Market who recorded the incident with their mobile phone.

" Astma, let go. I beg you..! " hibanya while clenching her hands together with tears that decompose.

I hate to see my best friend shed tears to beg me to let go of the woman who took her husband. I finally took my hand off the woman and moved from her body.

I walked closer to Saniah. " Satisfied. I've taken off your husband's mistress... "

Sre...!!! my sleeve is torn. Someone has pulled my sleeve rough to shreds. I turned my head and found that the bitch was already standing behind me with her hair still at random - a scramble and a grim face.

Apparently he did not accept my treatment and now intends to take revenge. Fine.. I will serve. Asthma needs someone to fight tonight. I need someone to spill my anger and grief over the Mas Haris wedding invitation I received today. So...regardless of my best friend's shout again, I accepted the bitch's challenge with pleasure.

Asthma fought. I don't care about my big belly anymore. With a cynical smile, I pounced on the woman with a single lunge.