Secret Affair
explanation and Reason
chapter 33
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Miranda looks upset, because several times his call was not picked up by Victor.
" Where are they really ??" Miranda grumbled with great annoyance.
" You have the numbers of all your Journalist employees in your office Honey ??" Jakson expressed his curiosity.
Miranda was about to speak, but at once her tongue was aghast. "jeez. I forgot, aiistt Victor beware of you later.!!" miranda in the Heart.
" Em. That, I have Victor's number after two days yesterday, he's the one who drove me to mitting when our driver was on leave. I need Victor dong's phone number, if I'm done mitting how can I contact him and tell him ??" Miranda Bright.
Jakson nodded with relief, almost accusing his wife of no-no.
" Yes already.we go directly to the apartment only. later if they are tired will definitely contact us. anyways later in the afternoon I and Amar will have to meet our Clients." Take Jakson.
Miranda nodded in agreement.With her promise, Miranda wrapped one of her hands on Jaksone's waist towards the car that Jakson had ordered.
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In the taxi Amara was silent, although since then all the way, Victor kept asking and giving him an explanation.
" Miss, Mister. Where are we going ?? from earlier only the muters continue ??" ask the driver who is confused about the destination of the passenger.
" Stop sir." said Amara quickly.
The taxi car pulled over in a park that even Victor himself did not know where it was.
" Dear what are we here for ??" Victor asked, but Amara was reluctant to answer, he chose to go straight down, while Victor immediately handed the bill to the driver.
" His master change ??" reprimand the driver when he sees Victor coming down.
"Take it !!" Reply Victor who chose immediately following Amara's steps.
Immediately Amara stopped and turned his body staring intently at Victor. "You yourself realize it's not your fault what ?!!"
Victor doesn't understand anymore. "What do you mean baby.. Come on, let's talk all right ?? we sit down first." persuaded Victor gently.he grabbed Amara's hand slowly, but Victor's hand reached Amara's arm, as soon as possible Amara brushed it off.
" i need your honesty now !!!" Amara said firmly.
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Victor sculpted it. What does his wife mean ?? Sometimes Victor guessed the worst, but as soon as possible Victor dismissed that thought.
"Honesty ??" Victor clarifies.
Amara was seen closing her eyes by breathing out quite heavily.
" Vic, how many years have we been married ?? Why are you lying to me all the time !!?? you said that the lipstick that fell on your car belonged to your friend ?!! it clearly belonged to Miss Miranda !!!" Babe Amara vaporizes her teeth.
although related to Miranda, but Victor can still breathe a sigh of relief, at least Amara does not know their dark relationship.
" Dear.at that time I would say who it belongs to, because that time who rode our car a lot, including Miss Miranda as well."Victor explained with gentleness.he did not want to make Amara's emotions intensified.
" Why did Miss Miranda ride in your car ??!!" Ask Amara.
" You knew yesterday. Driver Miss Miranda is on leave, so I was asked to take Miss Miranda to see her client." Reply Victor with reasoned pamphan.
" Dear..please don't think about it ?? Miss Miranda and I don't have any special relationship, I'm not the taste of Miss Miranda dear.., I don't intend to lie, but I forgot to explain after I brought the lipstick to the office." Persuade Victor.
although still a little upset, Amara could accept Victor's explanation.
" Don't make me think you're cheating on Vic !! let alone seeing Miss lips on your shirt !!? swear by anything, even another woman would also get angry when she saw such a stain on her husband !!" amara said still angry.
" Dear, I'm sorry, if this was me completely accidentally earlier.I don't even think the flight attendant will realize if the lipstick is stuck in my lock."Reply Victor with his Deathly plea.
Amara just mendegus upset alone.for some reason his heart as if it has not been able to accept Victor's explanation at length.
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