The Love Struggle of Young Miss
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Late at night, the cold skin began to penetrate the pores of the skin, but Nadira was still awake. The woman felt so agitated, from just standing by the window of the hotel, looking at the beautiful scenery around the hotel that looks so beautiful under the light of the lamp.

Nadira had contacted her husband's number many times, but the results were nil. Not a single call is connected. Nadira let out a long sigh and then exhaled slowly to reduce the tightness in his chest.

"Maybe you're busy with that woman? To the point that you don't catch up with me when I'm always waiting."

Nadira is really sad right now. Even tears would have almost dripped if only he had not tried as hard as he could. Tired of standing up, Nadira immediately pulled the curtain to cover the window, and she stepped back into the bed.

After turning off the main light and replacing it with a sleeping lamp, Nadira lay her body on the mattress and tried to close her eyes in a dim light. However, his eyes were hard closed until he forced it to reopen.

His phone lay beside him, with a ringing that he deliberately rattled. Afraid, if her husband calls she doesn't hear him. Nadira turned on the screen lock, and saw the clock there already displayed eleven more numbers. With a slightly rough movement, Nadira put down the flat object.

Just as the woman was about to fall asleep, the sound of a cell phone ringing broke the silence in the room. Quickly, Nadira opened her eyes and saw who was contacting her at the moment. Nadira immediately sat up straight when she saw her husband's name on the screen.

"Hallo, Baby. You haven't slept?" nathan asked across the phone.

"Yet. I'm still waiting for you." Nadira answered with a sigh.

"Don't wait for me, Beb. Sorry, I can't come yet. Maybe tomorrow afternoon I'll catch up."

"Tomorrow afternoon? Wh why? Isn't Mike's wedding tomorrow morning?" cecar Nadira's. The woman bit her finger to reduce the feeling of turbulence in the heart.

"I'm gonna be late for Mike's wedding. I'm sorry, Beb. There's important business I can't leave."

"What's important? What about the company?"

Silent. Nathan did not answer immediately, making a suspicious feeling come to ambush Nadira's heart.

"Mass?" call Nadira, make sure the call has not been interrupted.

"Yeah. Then I'll turn it off, Beb. Congratulations ber—"

"Don't turn it off!" Nadira's voice rose, restraining Nathan's movement to end the call.

"Mas, can you be honest with me? Were you with another woman last afternoon?"

"No!" nathan replied firmly.

"You sure?" Nadira is still trying to make sure.

"It's late, Beb. Sleep on!" Nathan's voice began to rise.

"You lied to me, Mom? I'm disappointed."

It was not Nathan's voice that was heard, but the sound of an interrupted call that touched Nadira's eardrum. Quickly, Nadira throws the phone beside him roughly. The woman's tears began to wet her cheek face.

"You must lie to me, brother!" By wiping her tears violently, Nadira continued to curse her husband with various kinds of swearings. Disappointed? Of course Nadira was very disappointed with Nathan who did not follow to Bali along with the man's lie.

Nadira took back the phone he just threw. Then, his lentic thumb scrolled the screen to search for Cacha's name. After the name of the Goat Child met, Nadira immediately pressed the green icon. Two calls went unanswered, but Nadira was undaunted. He kept calling the number.

"City, Cha. Are you asleep?" ask Nadira. The call was lifted a few seconds ago.

"No, Nad. You haven't slept, Nad. Why is your voice like someone who just cried?"

"Cha, your annoying sister didn't come here. Can I sleep with you?" nadira asked doubtfully.

"I'll sleep in your room, Nad. Just a minute, I'll be there. You didn't lock your room, did you?"

"No, Cha. I'm waiting for."

Nadira turned off the call and put the phone back. She no longer contacted her husband, because she was already disappointed with him.

"Foolish with Nathan!" snarl. However, a moment later, tears involuntarily returned to wet her beautiful face. Honestly, all feelings are mixed into one now.