The Story of an Injured Wife
Searching Miho Apartment

First of all, we'll both go to the office where Mas Damar and Miho work. We'll ask for Miho's residence data if we can. Asking via WA, of course, I'm afraid Miho is uncomfortable.

The ends will not be told again. Especially when he is out of the country. I can't reason for anything else if I want to know where he lives.

"Emang you want to do anyway find out where the woman you mean? What was his name, just now? Miho's? What's with that girl? Is he Japanese or Korean?"

"The descendants of the Japanese who settled in Indonesia. Yes bawel! Later if you already know the address, we'll be there soon. I suspect he is the third person behind my household with Mas Damar. If my suspicions are proven, I will immediately ask for a divorce from Mas Damar and no longer want to know the brash woman!"

"The divorce is not a simple matter. What happens if your child lives without a father figure later?"

"Where may I maintain a household with a husband who continues to hurt his wife. If it takes a father figure for a child, easy really, I can be a mother and father figure at once for my children."

"Oh, cool is this cave bestie. Yaudah we have arrived at the office you mean."

Martin braked his car and then I got off. Then I went inside and Martin told me to wait in the car. I don't want anyone else to see that I'm coming into the office with a man who's not my husband or relative.

I'm trying to figure out Miho's data. It's hard for me to get, because the company protects its workers' data. But with the power of money, I can finally find out easily. Money talking! Rich people can do whatever they want to achieve their goals.

Where Miho lives, she lives in an apartment. No longer lingering, Martin and I hurried off to get there.

Arriving in front of the apartment building, I looked with a look of amazement. The rental price of this apartment is not kidding for ordinary people who work as secretaries only in the office. The rental cost range of one apartment unit reaches fifteen million and it is the cheapest price I know.

Is all of Miho's salary he spends directly to pay for the rent, or is the cost of his apartment covered by someone else? Rather than full of question marks, I'd better just go inside.

This time I can't get in without Martin. I need his help and the power of money is coming back. I spent a lot of money to pay for security where my wish was, I wanted to be able to freely enter the Miho apartment unit.

No need to go inside like a thief, where thieves if you want to steal must enter by breaking into the door. After I managed to pay a guard, I went straight in and was greeted with all the luxuries. Some of Miho's picture frames are displayed in the lounge room. I saw one by one of those photos.

"What do you want in here?"

"Finding evidence of infidelity. Where's closet?"

"She's looking for a closet? Mode so your thief?"

"Diem lu sambel terasi!"

I stepped in and opened the other door. Access the door that connects into Miho's room. It is so sweet this room. The thing I was looking for was. I tried to open it and I thought it was locked!

"Hayo loh. Can you open the closet?"

"Sabbage. Should I wear a safety pin or what?"

I'm confused what to wear. I tried browsing through the internet. Maybe wearing scissors will do. Martin and I were looking for that sharp object but we didn't find it. But Martin didn't run out of ideas, he rushed downstairs to buy scissors to a nearby stall. The security guard I paid looked worried. He opens the door and enters Miho's apartment.

"If you want to steal, you can do the business! I'll just give you the money back, and you'll get the hell out of here."

"No sir, we're not going to steal. I'm a big guy, why am I stealing? Please help me sir, I'm just looking for evidence of the infidelity of the owner of this room."

"Calm sir, my friend is coming back soon."

Duh, the old Martin is really looking for the scissors. Even I got to miscall him, tell him to squeeze back into Miho's apartment unit. Not long ago Martin came also carrying scissors.

"You really don't want to swing, do you? Look out, I'll call the police right away if you get any valuables here."

"Security is very bad. Why do I love you a lot of money if if the owner of this apartment unit is not much more than the money I just gave to you. Loss my dong! Martin, the hunt opens the closet."

The investigation is looking for evidence of a complicated affair. Fortunately, the security was silent again.

"Well, I'm not going to report to the police. But give me more money?"

Whats? Oh so this security guy is sneaky too huh. Dare to blackmail me!

"I won't give you another dime! That's mostly what I love."

"Oh jaudah. Congratulations on jail."

"Are you ready to be fired boss hasn't security sir? Because you helped me get in here, hehehe."

"Damn it! Yaudah, hurry up! I'm waiting outside."

The guard was upset and left, but I called him back.

"Jaga's fine! Don't let anyone else know."

"Other people won't know, but the CCTVs around here document the actions of mbak and mas, who enter unlicensed inside. Actually, my work is also threatened. If I get fired, what boss?" sahut the security with a sad face, then he went out. Keep it up ahead.

"I'll give you a new job. What matters is that I don't pick up sir here." I said in a rather loud tone of voice.

"Whisper you salted egg! If the owner of the room next door is horrified!" martin panics.

"Yes will." I said.

"It's open" said Martin in a tone of voice that tried slowly, showing me the door of the closet that was open.

I hurried to check the closet. Unpacking Miho's clothes. Then I found out, the receipt of the car purchase. There are two in number. I read the contents. It turns out that not long ago, Miho had bought two new cars at a price that was not playing around!

I was so surprised to know all this. Where would a regular secretary like her have this kind of money to buy two luxury cars? I went back to the search, I kept looking, and looking, and then I came back to find, something that surprised me not to play. I stared at that thing for a while.

"This ring looks like mine? But wasn't my ring stolen by my mom?" confused in my heart.

Actually, what's going on? My ring was stolen by my mom or Mama and Miho had the same ring that I lost suddenly?

Seriate...