The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon
ISTDS. So to your best friend's place?

At 05.00 am, Delon corrected several advertising concepts that would be submitted in collaboration with one of the city's famous agencies, apparently sleeping in the workspace.

Delon looked at her who was still curled up in the chair, always like this. Even since being with Vely, time together is rare.

Related when tired and tired and like unconscious due to heavy sleepiness. The pleasure of making love was not enjoyed and somehow everything actually felt bland, the first night was just missed, only he found red stains on the spray where he was with Vely in the morning. Is something wrong?

Sometimes, the incongruity he felt was so strange, but why was he always unable to ask if he saw the situation of Vely? Delon rubbed his face violently.

With Zifana still counting days make the day a little warm. Although the love in his heart for Vely and the hatred is very strong for Zifana, in fact the concern of Zifana who one of them cares about her stomach affairs is able to thrill his heart.

Delon stood up, wanting to take a shower immediately and prepare. He glanced at the bathroom. Where is it possible to shower here? His clothes are in the upper room. Soon the handsome man stepped into his room inhabited by Zifana.

Zifana who had just taken a shower looked at herself in front of the mirror, sometimes still not expecting her to be married. Married a man who hated him so much, who would only marry him for a year because of a covenant. He was even the second wife to be hidden. His eyes glazed over, never expecting this to be the fate of his life after deciding to step out of his mansi.

It feels tight, it hurts. And the comfortable feeling he felt as he recounted all his complaints and his hardness after the prayer. The prayer he had been aborting. At the moment he was obstructed, he was at a loss as to what else he could forget about his grief.

Zifana stared at the wall clock, it was five o'clock more. Where's Delon? Is it still asleep? Soon the beautiful woman walked towards the door. Zifana reached out her hand to open the door, but the push from outside made her eel collide with the door leaf.

"Okay" he lamented.

Delon who opened the door was surprised, he immediately entered and closed the door back. Netraya looked at Zifana who seemed to be holding her head which was in pain. Delon stretched out his hand gently rubbing Zifana's forehead. Blow it quietly and quietly.

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Jangung Zifana was beating fast, her net was staring at Delon who now looked shady. His cynical face went nowhere. He is very calm and very gentle.

My God, why am I so nervous. Inner Zifana.

"You're so careless," Delon let go of his hand and stared intently at Zifana.

Zifana let out a long sigh, and looked at Delon in annoyance.

"Infragrant how? You should have knocked on the door before you entered, sister," said Zifana slightly ketus.

"This is my room, getting in and out is my business. You can't manage me," Delon jolted and then walked into closed.

Zifana turned her steps and looked towards Delon who was looking for her clothes.

"Then you decide where I should sleep, brother. No, I'm no papa, I know my position, you just tell me where I should be!" Zifana.

His heart was so irritated, his heart was so sick for almost a week. So what physical pain should be? He doesn't want to hurt himself. If silence only hurt her, then occasionally she would have to reply to Delon's hurtful words.

Zifana instead stepped out of the room when she saw the movement of Delon approaching towards her.

Delon clenched his hands, why is there such a proud woman as Zifana? How could that woman be in her life? Soon Delon cleaned himself up and had to leave early in the morning.

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Zifana set her foot in the kitchen, however her position was for Delon, but she would not neglect the duties of a wife. Zifana prepared breakfast with bread, she also prepared a glass of milk for Delon.

Zifana prepared everything on the table, as Delon walked over from above buttoning his sleeves.

"You're going to your best friend's place?" tanya Delon who is now pulling a chair at the dining table.

Zifana glanced at her sinless husband. He just kept quiet with his ugly face.

"You got a frown, can't answer my question?" tanyakanya.

Zifana was sitting right in front of Delon, it seems that if you continue to be silent will ignite Delon's emotions, and it could be that Delon changed his mind and did not allow. At the end Zifana looked towards Delon.

"Don't I not cancel it? That means so, sir," he said.

"Home home, do not be late, I until you also have to be at home," said Delon while feeding his condolences.

"Sister will be here again?" ask Zifana.

Delon let out a long sigh, not even knowing why he said that. Is he gonna be here again? I don't know. Delon picked up his phone which was in his suit pocket that he had placed on the back of the chair. The phone that was left last night on Zifana's nightstand.

Delon was so shocked to see 20 missed calls from Vely. Gosh, immediately the handsome man called back while standing up and wearing a suit with great difficulty.

Zifana, who saw Delon in trouble wearing a suit for making a phone call, now immediately approached Delon and helped him.

"Darling, lift up" said Delon, and it sounded very clear in Zifana's ear.

Deg

The pain slipped in Zifana's mind, so she contacted her first wife?

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