The Story of an Injured Wife
Mysterious Office Girl

"I want to find a job somewhere else. My decision is complete, ma'am. Everyone here blasphemes me! Because I'm considered to have cheated on your husband."

"Everyone, please? No one talks about that anymore, right? I'm sorry for Desi, and Desi has promised that she will change. Let him work comfortably, scavenge his sustenance here." I press out loud to everyone who is watching my debate and Desi.

"Ah, this Yaya ma'am is angel-hearted. Don't be so good being a mom! People today, if it is good even to visit!" sahut an employee.

I don't want to blame the employee, I don't want to blame Desi anymore.

"What they said made this heart so sad, ma'am Yaya, excuse me."

Desi returned to her study. I was quite sad to see his decision but what I could do, I could not prevent his intention. This also happens for his own mistakes. Ah, yasudah. Desi, I hope you get a better job. Hope you don't ruin people's homes anymore!

Then I saw Miho standing in the crowd. Aware of being seen by me, Miho hurriedly walked over to me. Then we go to the cafeteria for a bit, before I bring lunch for Damar.

"What is the condition of your pregnancy? Is that okay, ma'am?" tanya Miho opened the chat.

"Thank you Miho for your concern. I'm doing fine. Now I feel relieved because the affair mas Damar has been revealed. Mas Damar promised that he wouldn't hurt me again."

"That's very nice, Miss Yaya. After this mom Yaya can't stress anymore, just focus on your health and pregnancy."

"You're right Miho."

"Hahahaha, if you knew the fact of what really happened, you would definitely beg for forgiveness to the Desi! Yaya, Yaya, so people really oon! If you knew that this masked woman in front of you was the real third person, could it be that you would kill me?" miho's mind with a cold look towards Yaya.

I feel confused.

Why did Miho's gaze suddenly look strange? But ah, how can I read his heart. Maybe Miho is not feeling well so she looks unfocused.

I looked to the side. I saw the office girl who yesterday was cynical as Miho was stepping while carrying a cup of hot coffee on the tray.

He stepped slowly until right behind Miho. The office girl was flabby resulting in spilling a cup of hot coffee on Miho's back.

"Aw!" moaning Miho shocked.

The office girl panicked and apologized.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't intentionally?"

Miho immediately stood up, his back was sore and hot and Miho rushed to run to the toilet. Before running, Miho forced the office girl to wait for her here. I quickly stood up and looked at the office girl with an angry look at my best friend's hot coffee spill because of his carelessness.

"If you don't really work, you might lose your job here!" press him.

"Sorry mom, next time I will be more careful again" said the office girl then took a mop to clean the floor.

"Wait here until Miho comes back!"

The office girl is just crazy. But I caught a suspicious motion from this office girl. Her lips slightly smiled, which indicated that she was happy because it had made Miho so just like that. The office girl continued to stare to the side, where Miho had been running away.

A few moments wait for Miho to finally return. Miho has changed clothes. Is Miho going to scold this office girl? Miho stepped closer to the office girl who was now standing while holding a mopel. Miho stared coldly at this office girl, until she stopped in front of him.

"It should be this office girl who apologizes to you Miho. What's your name mba?" I asked this sloppy office girl.

"Come on, mom,"

"Yati, you accompany Miho to the clinic. I don't want anything to happen to Miho. Looks like the coffee you brought just now is a coffee filled full of boiling flask water. Seen from the smoke."

"That's a mama's mama. Still this sting my back, aw." said Miho whimpering.

The office girl nodded, willing to take Miho away to the clinic. Then they both went together. There's just something going on today. I shook my head. Then after that I will go to the room mas Damar immediately.

It's lunchtime now. I cooked her favorite food. It's all in the bushel I hold. I was in Damar's room. He was busy reading the files.

"I'm coming, man" I said, then smiled at him.

"Eh, baby. Let's sit down" said Mas Damar. He quickly got up from his seat and grabbed me. Then we both sat on the long sofa in the room.

"What do you bring me, baby?"

"I'm open, it's your favorite food. There's rice, chicken rendang, same sauteed broccoli shrimp. You eat huh?"

"Thank you dear. You are the best wife. I am lucky to have a wife as good as you. I cheated on you with Desi. Hurt the heart of your perfect wife. Beautiful yes, well yes, faithful also yes. It makes you feel stupid, baby. I want to beat myself up! Hiks," said Mas Damar, his facial expression looked guilty.

"Your words are really sweeping away. But, you don't just say yes, prove it by action! Hold your lust, hold your ego, we both hold each other back from it, let us, do not renege on each other's faithful promises that we have said first?"

"Yes dear."

We hugged each other and then a few moments kissed lips. After that, I wanted to feed Damar but he did not want to eat, then I asked.

"Why, not yet laper mas?"

"Yes. Later on eat yes, now want to continue reading this important document, these files first,"

"Judah if I go home first. You who work passion, let our future savings more and more! Hehe."

Mas Damar smiled at my words and then me and he embraced again. After that, I got up, I returned a spoiled smile to him. Our behavior this afternoon, reminds me of the early days of marriage.

Very friendly and fun. I walked up to the door, and then I looked back. Me and Mas Damar again threw a friendly smile at each other. Looking cute and adorable then mas Damar ran to hug me again aggressively.

"Ah and Damar! hahaa."

I'm really happy. I've got you back completely. I actually left the office. After Yaya left, though,

Damar held the bushel of food brought by Yaya, because it had lunch with Miho as a result Damar was already full. Damar threw the bushel of food into the trash can in the room.

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