THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 43 - THE MORE CHAOTIC

This is my second month as a widow.

My life changed, and so did the color. It was no longer as gloomy and dark as it had been a month ago.

Jonathan is a man of dreams for girls.

Besides he is handsome, rich and religious, my 'boyfriend' is a loyal person and very wasteful for the sake of the happiness of his loved ones. I'm one of them.

After giving me the facilities of sports equipment in his mansion and guaranteeing all my living expenses as well as my sister's Genta, he also gifted me a patch of land in the western region where he lived.

The land covering an area of 500 meters, now being taken care of the ownership certificate will be my right because the name listed is my name.

It really made me bigger head for all the love and treasure he gave me.

"Mas... This is too much!" I said I felt bad.

"Don't say that, Liana! I always refrain from buying you clothes, make up or go for a walk like any other couple. I understand you, who would rather save money and be used for more crucial purposes."

I can only look at him. There is shame, bad taste, and pleasure.

All my life, there was someone who loved and appreciated me. I am filled with comfort for comfort. It makes me clumsy to the point of being so scared when I make a mistake.

I'm still mean to him, for not being honest about my friendship with the opposite sex.

Ever, I asked the standard question of whether I can be friends with the opposite sex?

"You can be friends of course, Liana! With anyone, whether female or male. As long as a good friend, not a friend who likes to eat friends. Friends remind each other if one of them makes a mistake. Support friends who do not dictate or make you lose your identity, you must avoid it!"

That was his super answer at the time.

Me, pure friends with Jordan. Our conversation was not weird even though sometimes there were jokes too.

Jordan did give me codes often if he liked me and it was very clear even through voice or chattan alone.

But.., I sighed. Struggling with myself.

Tok tok tok tok

Genta turned out to be the one who greeted me after the Maghrib prayer. His face looked flat and looked annoyed.

"What's wrong? Are you causing trouble again?" my guess. Because usually Genta will be like that if you have problems.

"Borrow your hair, brother!" said brief.

"Make what? You khan already have a hape?"

"I want to call bang Irsyad!"

Genta's reply made me fall silent and handed my phone to him. I do still keep Irsyad's number despite blocking it.

"Why not just use your personal number?" my many.

"I don't want to deal with him anymore! You know what, brother? Reportedly he is under police supervision because his online gambling business sniffed!"

"Outline gambling? Since when? Khan he's continuing my online buying and selling business with his mistress?"

"You're a fool. Too cute so he can lizard. He became one of the pioneers in online gambling applications with ten friends. They even have a trading office."

"Why did you just say it now, Genta? Had you told me from before we divorced, maybe things wouldn't have been like this!" I snapped at my sister just the way.

"I'm stuck Bang Irsyad! Initially, just a fad tempted the story about online gambling that can multiply a lot of money in an instant. I, at that time was actively looking for capital money for my own business."

"But not with gambling! No one gets rich suddenly because of gambling, lotteries and lottery prizes. Get rich, lots of money, it has to work! You said I was stupid, but you're a lot more stupid and stupid!" my mak is so satisfied with Genta.

"For what?"

"To take care of your divorce papers! He said he wouldn't give you divorce papers unless the older brother came to ask for it himself!"

I jerked. My eyeballs were round and my heart was beating so hard.

"When did you meet him, Genta?"

"Last noon, at the foodcourt Atrium while sending goods to Senen!"

I swallowed the saliva. Grunting and shaking his head.

"That crazy guy really isn't?! Is it difficult to send divorce papers to this factory address if it has come out. After all, he could quickly take care of his marriage with Katliya at the Office of Religious Affairs. You bastard!!!"

I remember his last words in the building where Mas Jonathan was at that time.

He seemed like a real fire beard saw me able to live without him. True, said Jordan, he was upset because he saw me change and different so better without him. And now, he seems to want to use me again by withholding my divorce mane deed.

"Genta! How should we?"

"Seek for legal help through Boss Gege's lawyer, sister!"

"Don't! I don't want Jonathan to get involved with that bastard Irsyad! Don't tell him, Genta! We have too much ease thanks to his kindness!"

"For that, be a good woman!"

"You mean, what?"

"Why still call every night with another guy?"

I'm choked. Genta talks about that again.

"You eavesdropping?"

"How could I not be with every call you make? I'm afraid Boss Gege caught you laughing at calling another guy!"

"I told you Jordan was just my friend, Genta!"

"Geez! Boyfriend? Call every night? Hellow...! I'm a man too, brother! I know who is friends and who has feelings. And I guess you know it, but you just pretend you don't."

"Genta! I.., I haven't been able to break my friendship with Jordan. He's a good friend. We support each other and support each other's kindness!"

"Are you being honest with that guy when you're on PDKT with Boss Gege? No khan? You just want to enjoy the comfort of your togetherness that should be stopped!"

Genta's right. Genta 100% correct.

"Sister! Let's fix the problems one by one! Don't hang on like this! You, still hang your status with Boss Gege! You also hung your friend for friendship reasons. Don't you regret it later, brother!"

I'm down. My heart hurts, and I feel sad too. But I was reluctant to treat it with the drug betadine because I thought it would hurt more. But it is better because the wound heals quickly. That is like my heart now.

I don't want to break my friendship with Jordan and honestly say that right now I have a special relationship with my boss.

I felt.I used to be mean to Jordan. I bully him often. Scornful of his fat, hilarious and strange appearance.

If now I say that I am in love with another man, it means that I am disappointed again. I'll hurt him again. That's my thinking.

Then if I keep giving Jordan the space and time to intensely call me every night, I get really mean to Mas Jonathan.

Oh my... Help me out of this mess!

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