Widow Not Bolong
Chapter 1 Crushed Melting

Bugh!

Kamila Regina Putri slammed the door of her car hard and then ran into the luxury house she occupied for two years with Lucky Firmaji her husband.

Some of the files he had prepared since last night for today's presentation he forgot where to put them. And when he was in the second part of the road to his office he just remembered that the file did not come with him.

"Oh my God, please remind me where the file is," he murmured softly with a very panicked feeling. He entered his room that looked neat and clean with eyes scanning the entire room.

"Is it possible that Brother Luky or Mak Siti has moved to another place?" ask her in a soft voice. He came out of the room to look for a Household Assistant in charge of cleaning his room.

"Siti Mom!" call him to a middle-aged woman who is arranging decorations made of glass in the closet before him.

Prangs!

A beautiful object of great value was instantly detached from her hand and fell to the floor with a loud enough voice.

"Eh, Mistress....Sorry, i..." Mak Siti immediately crouched down and picked up the broken glass nervously and fearfully. Kamila Regina Putri immediately approached with a puzzled face.

Not usually Mak Siti is very careless like this.

"Mak Siti so surprised anyway? kayak had never seen me before" Kamila said as she crouched down and helped the woman pick up the broken glass strewn across the floor.

"I'm sorry, Madam. My salary please cut for the price of this thing," Mak Siti replied with trembling hands in fear. Kamila immediately grabbed that hand and grasped it.

The beautiful and kind madam looked at Mak Siti with her shady smile. He wanted the middle-aged woman not to feel so guilty about what happened just now.

"The price of this thing is not much compared to the many services of Mak Siti and I in this House. So no need to think about it," said Kamila calming. But somehow the woman's face did not turn brighter and better.

Mak Siti's face grew tense with a cold sweat around her forehead. Kamila became afraid of herself with the state of the middle-aged woman.

"Do you think there's a problem? Or maybe it hurts again? If the matter of things that have been broken does not need to be thought of yes, I will not ask for compensation anyway."

"Now I just want to ask you Mak, where's the file I put on the table in the room?" kamila asked as she looked straight at Mak Siti's eyes.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but there's no file I saw on the table. Maybe put it somewhere else," Mak Siti replied with a feeling that was still very scared and uncomfortable.

Kamila took a deep breath and then exhaled. He looked at the time marker in his hand. It's almost too late.

"Ah yes, astaghfirullah. I remember now. I'm sorry Ma, I've made a thought, hehehe," kekeh Kamila while hitting her forehead slowly. He immediately stood up from his position and ran towards a room he came to last night.

Brakk!

Kamila pushed the door of the room hard and excitedly. His eyes suddenly glared at what he saw before his eyes. His body felt a great trembling.

The two people in the room gasped in shock and immediately stopped their activities. The two of them looked at Kamila with disturbed faces. There was no guilt on the faces of those who were bathing in sweat.

Kamila Regina Putri came out of there with a tummy tummy wanting to vomit. Even clear liquid did not stay silent to want to push out of his eyelids. Answered the riddle that had been haunting his mind all along.

She is famous for being beautiful and very attractive according to some men who have been close to her it was never glimpsed by her husband at all.

Brakkk

The woman left the room and slammed the door hard. He had no words to curse or get angry. All he knew at this moment was that he had lost. Her beauty that she was proud of was now of no use.

His back rested on the wall of the room with extreme pain. He cried and cursed his bad luck.

"O God, what is my fault that you gave me this kind of trial,?" he closed his face with his palm.

Her heartbreaking cries for anyone who heard her adorned the very quiet and quiet contents of the room.

Suddenly, her hand moved to grab her own hair as she recalled how her husband was doing something so disgusting in front of her eyes.

Lucky Firmaji, a very handsome man who is much valued by many women, is enjoying a disgusting relationship with a man who seems more attractive to the man himself.

"Aargh!" kamila shouted with a cry. Her dream of having a happy family was no longer fractured but shattered beyond silence.

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