The Story of an Injured Wife
Secretary Mas Damar

I kept stepping down the stairs. This time, my legs did not feel too sore when using this ladder. I went downstairs and walked quickly to the office where my husband worked.

He was a director in his office. Even if the office is not his. The office that everyone wanted was in my husband's hands.

The income of mas Damar every month is very enough to meet our daily needs that are not how big. His salary every month, I was always told how much.

I am also often confused with

giving expensive things by him. Mas Damar said, his savings in the bank were very much. He said that one day he would take me on a vacation to Lapland, Finland it was my dream to see Northern Light.

Even so, I still want to be an independent woman. Which forever does not continue to depend on the income of the husband. I was in the office. I told the receptionist that I wanted to meet Mas Damar.

The receptionist called Mas Damar, saying that his wife wanted to meet.

After being allowed by Mas Damar, I am welcome to go to the 30th floor. My husband's room is there. I took the elevator, it didn't take long to get to the room.

I knocked on the door and I was invited inside by Mas Damar. He was sitting quietly on his seat of glory. Lots of important files on the table.

"Dear, please sit down. Tumben once you come?" tell us about Damar.

I also sat down slowly. I saw a man like Mas Damar being alone with another woman. But Mas Damar is now in his room. Must be Mas Damar coming right back after knowing I came looking for him? What's like that?

"Do I interrupt your time?"

Mas Damar nodded. His face was like someone who wasn't too happy to see me coming here. I am his wife.

"I'm sorry, then, I'll go. Please continue your work mas, next time I will not come here again." I said a bit baper then rise with a look of disappointed face.

But Damar rushed to intercept me. He took my hand then he looked at me with an intoxicating look. The good looks he has always kept me swept away. My heart is beating fast. Then he kissed my cheek. The comfort and happiness I feel, the kiss of this man, the man who is lawful to me.

"Mas never gets bothered that what comes is you, baby. Now tell me there's a need for what you're looking for me now?"

I pondered for a moment. Ask or not? I'm afraid Damar is uncomfortable with the questions I'm about to ask. But what I'm going to do is defend the integrity of our household.

"I saw the man who was dressed exactly as you are wearing now, you are alone with another woman. Is that you?"

Mas Damar was stunned at my question. He was nervous, but he answered.

"That's me. That woman is the secretary I mean. But we were discussing something important, not making out." replied Mas Damar.

"But why discuss important things in a quiet place mas? Sorry I don't mean to accuse you. I'm here anyway..."

"You're just here to be my spy, aren't you?"

Mas Damar started to be a little stubborn. I'm sure he's starting to feel like I suspect he's cheating on me behind my back.

"Ga mas's. I just want to know what your office is. During the 2 years you worked here, I haven't even come here since you were transferred to work as a director at this place two years ago."

"Well, if you're happy to look around the office where I work, you better go home now. I'm busy, I'm back to work."

I nodded with a small smile. But there's one more thing. I want my wish to be fulfilled.

"Before I leave can I meet your secretary? Call him here if you can?"

Mas Damar now looks really nervous. He didn't want me to meet his secretary.

"Why are you silent?"

"Boo... I can. I'll call him now."

Mas Damar opened his cell phone and called the secretary to his room. The secretary finally came. I watched his appearance closely. It's true that the woman I saw was him. The appearance is exactly the same.

"What did Mr. Damar call me now?" ask the secretary.

"Oh, a. someone wants to know you, my wife" replied Mas Damar from behind me.

Secretary Mas Damar stepped up to me. Then she gave me a sweet smile. His attitude is very polite. I looked at the details of her face, like a woman of sunrise descent.

"Ohayo utsukushi josei, anata ni aete ureshidesu" said the secretary mas Damar using his language. I clearly don't understand. Because I've never taken a Japanese course.

"That means?" my many.

"Good morning beautiful mistress, nice to meet you, I'm Miho. The secretary's the mother's husband." said the secretary introduced herself.

"I'm Yaya. His legal wife is Mas Damar."

We shake hands with each other. Name's Miho. The parasite is so pretty. My mother said I was beautiful, my friends said, too. But for me, I've never seen any woman as beautiful as Miho.

It is only natural that millions of men adore his face while earning his love. But if he took what other women already had, it would be a huge mistake for his fellow men.

"Miho, can I have your contact? I want to be friends with you. I want to have a friend from Damar's office. I want my relationship to be wider. By making friends with you, I'm sure, I'll have a lot of new experiences."

Miho and Mas Damar glanced at each other. Like they're hiding something. But I can't explain it.

"Hmm of course you can dong bu Yaya. I was even very happy because the classmate of Ms. Yaya, wanted to be friends with ordinary employees like me." Miho replied and smiled.

Surprised to hear Miho's reply. He was so humble and polite. Is it possible that a perfect woman like Miho, she is the third person I am investigating? Or maybe not Miho, but even other women?

"That lipstick stain still messes with my heart." I thought.

After I got Miho's HP number, I immediately left the office. Let them go back to work. But I didn't go too far. I wait from the small cafe in front of the office. This seems to be where the employees hang out. Who knows if Miho will come here.

Sure enough my guess. Miho's lunch break came along with a girlfriend.

The appearance of Miho and her female friend looks very contrasting, when I see. Miho looks graceful while her female friend, like a seductress only.

"Kon'nichiwa," said Miho as he bowed before me and I knew it was his culture.

I got up and bowed too.

"Eh there's Yaya's mom? Since when is Mom here?" ask Miho for pleasantries.

"Hi Miho, I've been here long enough."

"Surely mom Yaya is waiting for mom's husband? He usually eats lunch in the office cafeteria instead of here" Miho said.

Then politely Miho asked permission to sit down with his girlfriend at a table with me, I allowed him. I kept paying attention to the details of the appearance and style of his girlfriend.

Very centile and makes it uncomfortable. Her makeup is frenzied and excessive for the size of office employees. Even his twin mountains he bumbar everywhere. He carelessly preached for a moment in front of me, the wife of his boss!

IS THIS MIHO'S GIRLFRIEND THE CULPRIT?

Seriate...