The Story of an Injured Wife
The Actor Was Attacked by a Bawdy Man

And as a result, this afternoon Miho managed to get pressure from people in the office. Everyone gave him social sanctions. But Miho did not want to stay silent, in the middle of the canteen Miho voiced justice and respect that should still be done to him, as usual.

"You strange humans! The evidence of my cheating was also limited to photos posted by Desi and it could also be just edits. Do you know who Desi is? Desi that foul actor is embarrassing! He might want to lose my career! Only with photo posts that can only be edited, you immediately labeled me as an actor? If there is new concrete evidence please let you guys giniin me! Is it not that accusing others without proof is slander? And slander is more cruel than murder!" lantang Miho's.

Everyone stared at each other, they discussed what Miho had just said. One of them spoke out loudly, replying to Miho's words just now.

"If so you have to prove to us if the photo posted by the Desi is only an edit only?" answered a woman in pink and narrow-eyed.

"The point is that the photo was only an editan Desi crazy to crash my career!" sahut Miho while ruffled waist and staring back to the left side.

"Heh Miho! You should bow down and apologize to Miss Yaya! Otherwise, don't mistake us if we are going to force you in an uncomfortable way to apologize to Ms. Yaya! Agree with friends?" another woman's advice and it made Miho even more anxious.

"AGREE!" suhut all compact.

"You guys why bother giving social sanctions to actors, huh? So the actor's business is none of your business. Mending you take care of yourself that is not necessarily holy!"loud Miho again.

"Our sins are our business, but we are not the household destroyers of people like you! And we're on the side of the wounded."

lantang one of the other women.

"You're up to you, ma'am!" call Miho to the cafeteria waiter.

"Yes?"

"I pay double as long as I'm served as usual!"

"Good mba!"

Then Miho sat down comfortably. At least the pressure from the people around him now had somewhat subsided.

Miho will think of ways to win and silence Yaya.

Miho does not want to be exposed to social sanctions. It doesn't feel very good. Tonight Miho wants to have a one-on-one talk with Yaya, in a quiet place. Miho invited him through Whatsapp chat.

"Yes?"

Yaya who was busy combing her hair in front of the mirror heard the incoming message notification. Yaya immediately opened the message.

"This is Miho's number, what's the matter?" yaya said curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to meet tonight at Kencana Park. I want us to talk four-eyes."

"Does anyone have to meet if we can talk to each other virtually through this chat? I'm just getting out of the house."

How about, do I follow Miho's will? Ah, yes it is. I wonder what Miho wants to talk to me about. Did he want to apologize and end his relationship with my husband? If it's good.

As a result, tonight I met Miho in Kencana park.

The wind was blowing quite hard, it seemed like the rain was going to fall in a moment. I opened the windshield, some dry leaves swept in the wind into my car. The atmosphere was very quiet, almost no one. As far as I know this park is indeed deserted from the past and less well maintained.

Why would Miho make sure I meet in a quiet place like this? Is there nowhere more comfortable? I then got out of the car. I put a scarf on, I use it to slightly ward off the cold I feel. My hair was fluttering, being hit by the night breeze that made both my eyes become a bit sore as well. It was really quiet and horrible. This place is the location of a horror film.

"Miho, where are you?" call me.

There's no answer maybe he hasn't arrived. I took my phone, I chatted him, I told him I was in Kencana Park. Miho replied to my chat. He said that now the taxi he was riding was stuck in traffic, so I had to be patient waiting until he arrived.

I'm a little angry about this meeting, I was told to wait alone in a place like this? What I'm afraid of is, not ghosts, but bad people like begal or bad people who could have raped me?

I got back in the car. I'm waiting from here. It turns out that Miho is not at all on his way to Kencana Park. Miho is still leha-leha in front of the office. Miho purposefully burses time in order to make Yaya feel bored or frightened, waiting for her for too long to come to such a place.

"Hahaha, may the best friend's wife meet gondoruwo and be taken to the supernatural!" miho's inner hope, while smiling sly while enjoying cold ice cream.

It's been an hour of waiting, Miho hasn't come yet. Time has shown it almost nine o'clock in the evening. Yaya looked to the side, the atmosphere was getting gripping.

"It's a long time ago this guy, I lived only him, males! Back and back at home. Surely mas Damar has come home deh." I said annoyed and began to turn on the car engine. I left the park, bodo very similar this meeting. And a few moments later, Miho reached Kencana Park by riding a taxi.

Miho got off the taxi, she saw no one here. Miho hastily chats Yaya.

"Where areyou? How is there nothing in the park? Are you lying to me? You must not have come to this park?"

Miho finished typing the chat waiting for Yaya to reply but did not show her chat read. Because Yaya is still busy driving the car. Miho waited in the taxi first along with a taxi driver. The taxi driver seemed to be staring at Miho. He was like a pervert and tempted by Miho's beauty and body dandy. Moreover, Miho that night wore a very sexy dress.

Yaya forgot the HP charger. The battery that was one percent is now lowbat. As a result, Yaya's phone became inactive.

The taxi driver continued to look at Miho aggressively. His curves are tight, Miho feels uncomfortable with the taxi driver in front of him.

"Do you see what, sir? I hope you can be polite! Or I'll report you to your boss!"

"Who else would it be if it wasn't the sexy woman behind me."

"Please be polite! I'll call the police if you dare to fuck around!"

"What's being polite in a quiet place like this. You are pretty!" the taxi driver then ambushed Miho from the front.

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