Should I Share a Husband
7. Photo Mesra

Yudha returned to the room and laid herself on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Fiona followed him from behind and sat by his side.

"Have not thought of them again, he himself chose to leave this house. Been given good life and gone. Not very grateful." Grunts Fiona.

Yudha was silent. He was still thinking about his wife and son.

"Mas, I made coffee so that your face does not get tangled up." Fiona said as she stepped out of the room to make coffee.

Yudha got up and grabbed her phone on the table. Then contact Ajeng but not connected. He threw his cell phone and fell to the floor.

Fiona comes in and sees Yudha standing on the cell phone lying on the floor.

He put the coffee down and approached.

"Your phone fell, why didn't you take it?" Fiona took it and handed it to Yudha.

"I was wrong to let them out of here. While it's raining outside." Yudha asked.

"Your decision is correct. He asked to leave himself."

"You're right, but why hasn't my heart been sincere about their departure."

"That's because I'm not used to it. I'm moving on, I'm here. You want a child? I can also give you a descendant." Fiona smiled and moved closer. Then his hands grabbed the fine hairs on his cheeks and then kissed the sensitive area.

"You have always understood my needs." Praise Yudha while grabbing the nape of her neck and seconds later they re-sip the sweetness of love in the rain.

Meanwhile in the car. Ajeng, Qeera and her nanny chose to stop first before continuing their journey. He pulled over at a clothing store. He bought a blanket for his daughter because he forgot to bring it from home. Then buy some snacks as well as mineral water.

After that they returned to the car to continue their journey.

After taking almost two hours, they finally arrived at the residence of the late parents of Ajeng, then the car entered the yard of the house. And all three down.

They entered and Ajeng stepped first then Qeera behind him and followed by the nanny.

The house is only one floor, so simple and neat, but a little dirty because Ajeng visited him only once a month if he had time to clean, otherwise he just let it go.

Then Ajeng told Qeera to rest first on the sofa after the sofa he cleaned. He headed for the room to be cleaned first before they occupied it.

Then the nanny took the goods in the car that her employer had bought. And put it on the table.

After feeling clean, Ajeng returned and saw that Qeera had fallen asleep. Then he carried her into the cleaned room, and laid her on the bed. Not to forget the blanket he had bought was worn for his daughter.

Then he came out of that room.

"Sus, you slept in that room, yeah, but cleaned up first." Ajeng pointed to the room that will be occupied by his daughter's nanny.

"Yes ma'am, but I'm gonna get this done first."

"That's easy tomorrow. It's already night. Let's go to sleep."

"Good ma'am."

Then Ajeng locked the front door and went back to the room and slept next to Qeera while playing a mobile phone intending to post her merchandise.

Yes, Ajeng sells whatever items are taken from his friends who stock the goods. He only promotes it and the profits are divided in two. So if there is a message he took the goods ordered first or his friend who wrapped it then packaged it to the destination address. Anything but.

When you are finished posting. He chose scrol-scrol first. Then a few minutes appeared a post Yudha with Fiona sitting alone with the caption ...

'I think I'm going to be a little bit sad about their departure. The one by my side always makes me happy.'

That's how the caption goes. While Ajeng took a deep breath.

Trying to close my eyes but I can't. Then the phone looks on and makes no sound. Because he used to flash his cell phone when it was time to sleep.

The new number contacted him yet he had already guessed it and without a second thought he immediately picked it up.

"Hallo. Have you seen your husband's post?" Ask Fiona from across the phone.

"I've guessed the owner of this number." Answer Ajeng. Because the owner of the voice has memorized it.

"Then how do you feel after seeing the photo with the caption. That's your own husband who made it." Said Fiona smiling feeling happy and winning from Ajeng.

"It's none of my business. What to talk about feelings. Does that matter?" Ask Ajeng.

"Its important. I wanna know. You must be jealous, right? Ajeeeng Ajeng's. Very sorry about your fate. Husband himself instead prefers me who is only wife siri on your appeal his legal wife. I'll make peace with you, she won't. This is how it happened. You're the poor yourself. But I'm happy hahaha." Fiona laughed at the end of her sentence.

"Look yeah! you want to take pictures like anything and tell your affection like anything. I don't care about you anymore. Cam is that."

"Based on arrogant women, it is considered good times yes living poor. I am the ogah." Ketus Fiona's.

"What exactly are you calling me for, huh? If it's just to mock and talk that doesn't work, you better never call me again. You perjakor." Umpat Ajeng and immediately turn off the phone.

Fiona was very upset by that name. He went back into his room and sat on the sofa in a frown.

"Your face why is it so frowning?" Yudha asked who came out of the bathroom.

"Why should you marry him first. Poor women are not ashamed." Grunts Fiona.

"You mean Ajeng?"

"That's not to mention. Males I've got his name."

"You guys. Though I thought you guys could get along so I brought you here too."

"I told you I wanted to get to know you more closely. But his attitude is so annoying. Definitely refused. Always demeaning me. Just be careful if you want to turn it back to him. I won't stay silent."

Yudha doesn't want to talk anymore. He also chose to sleep in bed.

"Mas, tomorrow accompany me shopping dong. I want to buy the latest bag." Said Fiona who had moved and slept beside Yudha.

"Can't, tomorrow there's work that can't be left." The answer.

"As much as you can."

"When! Go it alone. I'll transfer the money."

"You're gonna want to be the same, baby. But no papa deh that matters the real money in the transfer yes. This is a limited edition bag." Fiona said with her happy hue.

Then the two chat before going to bed, venting whatever feels like talking. So Yudha yawned and asked permission to sleep first.

But Fiona is not sleepy. He grabbed his cell phone and opened his social media.

There's the name Ajeng Shafanina appearing on his porch. He clicked on the name and looked at the contents of his profile. Many sales posts from starting the bag. Garments. Cake. Until cosmetic. And a lot of comments there ordering anything Ajeng posts.

"So he sells online." Fiona muttered her finger continuously tracing Ajeng's profile.

"Pantes get out of here like it's quiet. But the time is only sales so fortunately big, at most just enough to eat."

Then he chose to click again, but accidentally his finger pressed the add a friend button.

He was shocked too. Why should that writing be so bad. Wants cancelled. But fear Ajeng already know and if canceled means he is afraid. Fiona chose to leave it alone. Want to know whether Ajeng accepts it or not.