The Cry of a Son-in-law
Let's split up, ka!

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Safinta frowned, looking at who was sitting in the front seat, beside the steering wheel.

"It's okay if I take Zee along! We can have lunch together!" Maulana opened the back door of the car, waiting for Safinta to get inside.

"There's something we need to explain to you, baby!" Maulana rubs Safinta's arm, trying to explain the reason for Zee's presence in the car.

With a heavy heart Safinta went inside and sat down, her gaze becoming awkward towards Zee. Likewise with Zee, who became awkward when the two met.

"Hi, Safinta! I-I can have lunch at home if you mind my presence!" said Zee stammering.

"No need, we can have lunch together!" safinta said coldly, turning her attention to the window beside her.

"What if we eat Darmi's roasted chicken?" maulana asked by reapplying her car from the parking lot of Safinta and Zee's office.

"It's up to you, ka!" safinta said without protest, while Zee was silent again

Zee ventured, looking at Safinta through the rearview mirror of the car, "Sorry, Safinta, because I did not enter the office, my job must be you who do it!" great-grandson Zee.

"No need to hesitate, you just do not hesitate to take the Maulana ka from me. You even enjoyed your role as his wife!" cibir Safinta without distracting her from outside the window.

Deg.

Bak at the big ball that hit his heart, Zee swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

Maulana who wants to talk was prevented by Zee with a headband.

With difficulty, Zee opened her mouth, trying to explain to Safinta, "Sorry Safinta, I can explain to you, me and ka Lana----"

Maulana who saw doubt in Zee's eyes, unhesitatingly cut off Zee's words, "No need for you to explain Zee, I will explain it to Safinta!"

"You two don't have to explain what to me! I know what you want to say!" Safinta folded into her two hands in front of her chest.

"Let's split up, ka. I don't want to be honeyed anyway." Safinta said firmly.

Ciiits.

Maulana stepped on the brake pedal. Make car tires squeak kiss asphalt.

Maulana tilted her body, looking into Safinta's beautiful eyes which were now looking at her with a cold gaze.

"Until any time, I won't divorce you. You're my wife!" maulana said firmly.

Safinta turned her head towards Zee, "Then what about Zee? Zee's your wife too, isn't she?"

Maulana exhaled violently, saying sternly, "You are right, honey, you and Zee are my wives! I'm not divorcing you both."

Zee looked at Maulana with a handsome look, if I had just rejected her, it wouldn't have been like this. But if I part from Lana's mas now, I'm no longer holy, but Lana has taken everything from me.

Safinta looked at Maulana sharply, lips pursed, "I told you, I don't want to be in honey. If you don't want to divorce me, then I'll file for divorce!" safinta said firmly, he went straight out of the car.

Brakes.

Safinta closed the car door.

"Darling! Don't you act stupid!" Maulana gets out of the car, intending to bring back Safinta into the car.

A car that had stopped in the back of the car that was later Maulana, honked at the sight of Safinta getting out of the car.

Tin tin tin tin.

Without a second thought, Safinta got into the car. The car sped past Maulana who kicked the wind.

"Sialll, why would I carelessly leave Safinta in his carriage!"

"Mas! What are you waiting for? Come on, take that car!" tell Zee from inside the car, by popping his head out of the car window

Seriate.....

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