Young Miss Assistant
My life

Pissed off? Of course, but all of that was covered by his sincere smile from the outside. His face looked worried and concerned.

"We met once. I'm Clarissa, we met at the opening party of your husband's subsidiary..." Clarissa smiled, not wanting to give up.

"Excuse him!! He wants to kill me!!" Jeny was hysterical.

"Quiet down..." Farel smiled gently, shaking his head slowly, gesturing for Clarissa to leave.

"I just want to be friends with you, maybe because of the influence of drugs, you have hallucinations. I'm sorry if I did something wrong." she said slightly lowered her head, still looking anxious.

"Go!!" Jeny came back.

"Wait a minute here, will you?" Farel got up, about to take away a woman who claimed to be the son of his grandfather's business partner.

Jeny just nodded, "The driver is gone." she said to someone dressed as a nurse beside her.

***

Farel steps followed by Clarissa steps, the woman steps quickly, in order to walk side by side with Farel.

"Why dress the sister?" tanyanya.

"He was hysterical as I approached him. So it's better to pretend to be a nurse, to be able to take care of her." replied Farel with a smile.

Sweetie? That's what Clarissa had in mind right now. A man of power, quite ruthless in business wearing a skirt, speaks like a woman only to please his wife. Envied? Right, that feeling is what is in the heart of the woman, hating the figure of Jeny who according to him is not as beautiful, and not from the upper class who have power like her. However, get a husband who looks perfect.

"He was also hysterical for no reason when he met me, you didn't try to contact a psychologist?" he asked, directing Farel's assumption, to assume that Jeny suffered from depression.

"No, because I was a medicine to him. By the way, thank you for standing up for my wife at the party. I hope next we can be friends." he said full of smiles.

"I hope so too..." Clarissa smiled, having reached the hospital parking area, precisely in front of her car."It might be fun, having a good-looking, humorous friend like you." she continued chuckling.

"Maybe, it would be nice to have a beautiful and smart friend like you..." Farel smiled, opened the door to Clarissa's car, "Please come in." he said jokingly.

"Basic..." Clarissa gave a small laugh, entering her car.

"Be careful on the road." said the young man, along with the speeding car.

The sound of the car engine was heard, the car started to leave the parking lot. Clarissa's eyes glanced at Farel's rearview mirror from afar, "Hard to approach? Apparently not, as long as he is being nice to his wife, her husband will be devastated" he murmured.

A moment later, take the earphones, put on his ears. Calling someone, while driving, "I want to order two black dresses that seem beautiful, simple not sexy. This is to attend the funeral." he said with the identity of the person he contacted, one of the famous designers.

***

Meanwhile, the smile on Farel's face disappeared. I don't know what was on the young man's mind. Farel walked quickly back to his wife's nursery.

Jeny looked silently pensive, thinking of something. Slowly his fingers still wrapped in bandages were grasped by Farel, "Are you okay?" tanyakanya.

"He's not a good person" Jeny muttered bowed.

"really? You know where?" tanyanya smiled knot.

"Please call my husband, his contact number is on the business card in my wallet in the drawer, his name is Farel..." Jeny looked full of anxiety.

"Okay, take a break I'll call your husband ..." Farel answered with a smile.

Dear God, thank you I finally got out of this godforsaken skirt, and was free to do anything.

Farel started to get up, smilingly taking his backpack. Run quickly to the public restroom in the hospital lobby.

A few dozen minutes later, the figure of a handsome young man wearing a white sweater and black jeans, came out. Walking gained the attention of the people he passed through, the young man who had a cold aura pierced the hearts of any woman who looked at him.

With a smile, Farel pressed the elevator button. Back to his wife's room. His hands, he began to knock on the door.

"Miss.." he said in a normal male tone of voice.

"R... Ren?" Jeny confirmed his hearing.

"Yes, aren't you angry with me anymore?" tanyanya while locking the door, I don't know what her foul intentions are.

"Mom..not that, ki.we just split up. But if there's a woman named Clarissa, please stay away from her." she said confused how to warn her husband.

Farel started sitting next to Jeny, kissing the back of his wife's hand."Miss, you want to split up because I'm a bad husband, right?" tanyakanya.

Jeny pulled her fingers, "Not because of that!! You're too kind and perfect husband, so we have to part ways,"

"Miss' eyes and hands are hurt, because I didn't take good care of her, sorry... Don't, throw me out." he said sounding clear.

"That's not important, please stay away from the woman named Clarissa. Don't let him get close to our son..." Jeny warned.

"Miss jealous?" farel asked withstanding his laughter.

"No!! We'll split up after this!!" emphatically.

"Look, logically when the lady decides to part with me, another woman can come in. If grandfather or mother wants me to marry her, I can't do anything about it. That is, even if the woman is a person named Clarissa or anyone else. She'll be my wife, Rafa's stepmother" she said.

And it's true...

"Don't marry again...!!" Jeny flinched, covering her mouth with a pale face.

I should have snapped and insisted on parting. While warning him about Clarissa. Why did it become like this. he muttered inwardly, starting to get stuck in his own words.

"No, after the divorce sooner or later I'll get married again..." Farel smiled cunningly, holding back his laughter.

"Can't!!" Jeny snapped.

"I'm still getting married again, without Miss's consent" Farel insisted.

"Don't marry again, or Rafa will.." Jeny's words were cut off.

"After the divorce, the lady will be an ex-wife. An ex-wife has no right to forbid her ex-husband from remarrying. So I'll.." a smile on his face.

"I'm not going to get a divorce!! Don't expect to marry another woman!! Any woman who is interested in marrying you. I'll bury the body myself!!" Jeny snapped in annoyance, emotion, jealousy all into one.

"What can the lady offer me so that we don't part!?" Farel brought his face closer, whispering in a sensual tone to Jeny.

Jeny touched the face of the young man beside her, not yet realizing she was hit by a trap. His hand cupped Farel's face, smelling him recklessly, slowly finding a way, moving his lips towards Farel's lips.

The two of them slowly linked with passion, "Your body offers? If this is the case I can't possibly part with you" Farel whispered in Jeny's ear.

Patient shirt buttons slowly opened Farel one by one,"I.I.this is the hospital..." Jeny flutter.

"Only we're both here, just shut up and enjoy it." he said, wanting the infusion off his wife's wrist.

Jeny's consciousness seemed to disappear, like being hit by a young man's spell that reached her body slowly. Forgetting the intention to divorce? That's what happened.

"Emmmnnngghhh.." His sighs rang out, his hands fumbling over Farel's body whose clothes had been perfectly dated.

"Don't make noise..." Farel smiled, enjoying his wife's lips, so as not to return to his voice. Their moans and moans were held back by lip strokes. Amidst the squeaking of the patient's bed, as if both forgot the ethics and speed of the place for a moment.

An hour and a half later...

Farel chuckled, after cleansing his body and nona after their hot activity. She had put her clothes back on, and helped Jeny change her clothes.

The consciousness in Jeny's brain just came back... I want a divorce, why do I do it in a hospital room? Even I wanted it first, so we wouldn't part...What spell does this man wear...

The young man was lying on the patient's bed. Hugged Jeny's body tightly, "Often ask for a divorce..." Farel laughed out loud.

Plaque...

His shoulder was hit by the woman in his arms, "This is your plan from the beginning right!?" snapped Jeny.

Farel smiled sincerely, exhaling a rough breath, "Miss is my life, so please never throw me away." he said tightly hugging Jeny's body.

"I don't fit in anymore." Jeny's words stopped, Farel's fingers rubbed his wife's lips.

"Then will a rotten-hearted beautiful woman fit in with me? Miss doesn't feel sorry for me?" tanyakanya.

"Shut up..." Jeny smiled holding the thump in her heart. Her heart seemed to have melted, tightening her embrace on her husband's body.

Farel smiled, Miss I will take good care of you. A reason? Not just because of love, even if that's the first reason. Another reason, my life is yours since Mr. Doni took me from the organ sale. Perhaps without you, I have been buried like a carcass of an animal, without a tombstone, without complete organs. Being the corpse of an unknown child, being carelessly disposed of...

"Thank you." he said with a gentle smile.

"What did you say?" Jeny knitted her forehead.

"Thank you for not throwing me away, I love you..."

***

The apartment building already seemed a little quiet from the frenzy of journalists. Tomy continued his investigation. The first thing he did was measure the time to get to the building.

Then looked at the scene from afar, where there were still some police officers and journalists there. Precisely where Renata is thought to have fallen, and the floor where the woman hit the ground.

One place that has not been so touched by journalists and police officers, is the apartment parking building.

Tomy, approaching Renata's car, with a lot of blood at the murder site. No way, there was no trace of blood left in his car. To change the car takes time, in that short period of time. Supposedly, the perpetrator brought back the body using the victim's car.

Luminol spray is used in the outside area of the car. A smile rang on Tomy's face, finding a reaction in the back seat area of the car.

Clever? No, of course, the perpetrators of crime are equally intelligent. Leaving the CTF with many gaps? Not a typical Hans.

Hans smiled wryly with a penknife, "Sorry sir, I'm a Renata fan. Are you from the police?" his tan patted Tomy's crouched shoulder, staring at the reaction of the luminol spray that had disappeared within 30 seconds. Tomy raised his head, looked at Hans face.

Hans exhaled a rough breath, like grieving. Knowing the death of an artist he didn't even know.

"No, he was my first love. It's a memory car that we often do.." Tomy's words came to a halt, started the play, cried sobbing, holding Hans' trousers.

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