YOUNG WIFE POLICE SIR
ASSASSIN
Two Al arrived home at two in the morning, his second step was also very slow making Altha laugh.
The door opened, Aliya immediately shouted to see a woman wearing white clothes standing in front of the door.
Altha also almost cried out in shock, hearing Al's shocking voice.
The image standing in front of the door with a deadly gaze, Al hugging her husband's arm felt a bone-piercing chill.
"Why are you still here?" Altha spoke very slowly, there was no coldness at all.
"Why? I just want to make sure the kids are safe."
The image of looking hard at Altha, she wanted to take custody of the child, because living with Altha the happiness of her child is not guaranteed.
Late at night, Alt was busy walking around with his young wife, not caring about the children who needed attention.
Altha laughs at Citra's words, running out of words for the woman she's loved for decades.
Time does not guarantee to know the closest figure, the proof Alt just opened his eyes to see the attitude of the image that is really selfish.
During the courtship until marriage Citra is perfect for Altha, she is a kind woman, loving, caring, also very understanding.
Behind her perfect side, Altha saw a very painful deficiency.
"Life is not perfect, let alone a perfect woman." Alt stepped in, staring at Citra who still looked angry.
"I have full rights over children."
"Don't make children an excuse, I don't want us to hate each other, because we know each other well then part ways well, even if things aren't good." Altha's hand grips tightly, pulling Aliya in and sitting in the living room.
Altha never restricted Citra and the children's relationship, whenever she wanted to meet Altha's house wide open.
Only one that Altha did not like, when Citra said that Alt ignored the happiness of children.
"You're not aware of Altha? what mistake?" image tears trickled down, looking at Alt's hand.
"Of course I realize, now I'm learning to recover from that sense of guilt. What happened I can't change the image and you don't give me a chance." Altha looked at the back of Aliya who stepped away slowly without making a sound.
From the top floor Aliya watched the debate of two people, one looked calm and the other was full of emotion.
Citra's anger is due to jealousy, blaming Altha who looks happy while she is still full of guilt.
"Had I said, you'd regret Citra. I can make the man you love and love you forget everything. When that time comes revenge is finally avenged." Aliya smiled as she stepped into the room.
In the living room Citra was already crying because Altha was so easy to forget herself, even comfortable with young women.
"You do realize that Altha if she's just using you, she's not a good woman."
"Then what's good? you who I think is good also still leave me, let alone Al who is not good." Altha's smile was visible, asking Citra to go home.
Altha did not want their already separated status to be the talk, it would definitely ruin her reputation.
"You kicked me out in the middle of the night?"
"You should be home before nightfall, or I'll be out." Altha stepped up wanting to go upstairs.
"I want Mora's custody."
"All right, we're going to court." Alt stepped away.
"Altha, do you hate me? is there no love anymore?" the teardrops were unbearable, there was a sense of cramped saying the question, especially if the answer was disappointing.
Altha's smile was visible, walking up to Citra wiping away the dripping tears.
Altha sincerely apologized, because she failed to make Citra happy as she promised when she married.
"I'm sorry."
"Do you hate me?"
Chief Altha shook her head not one bit of her hate, just that her disappointment was too great let alone seeing the truth about Mora, was really disappointed.
Altha's disappointment is difficult to treat, even though she realizes the failure of their marriage because of her negligent self, but that does not mean Citra is also right.
"Do you still love me?"
Chief Altha nodded and shook her head, but the love that Altha had was not to go back and start over. Love is only the mother of her children.
Altha could not accept reality for any reason, at least Citra lied to her for two years. Image's lies can't Altha forgive.
"Altha the last question as a determinant of our relationship. You choose me or Aliya?"
"I'm sorry, I chose my wife. Please go home Image." Alt went straight upstairs to his room.
The door of the room closed slowly, Altha leaned against the door while closing her eyes feeling her heartache.
The sound of the air shower rang out, Aliya sounded angry inside the bathroom.
"Aliya what's wrong?"
The bathroom door opened, Aliya pushed the confused Altha. He lost his chance to go to jail and meet someone.
Aliya's plan failed miserably because of Altha, she threatened the prosecution to have Al released, even though Aliya was planning to meet someone.
"Are you angry because I set you free?" altha's head immediately pulsated, there was a female model Aliya who insisted on wanting to be in prison.
"You are upset." Al immediately pulled out a blanket covering his still-wet body.
"Dry your hair Aliya, the bed can get wet or you move to your own room." Altha's hand pulled strong, Aliya refused.
Pillow bolts scattered due to the quarrel of the two, Altha shouted class, hugging Aliya from behind lowering from the bed.
"No, it hurts."
"Eat it down."
The door opened wide suddenly, Aliya and Altha were just as shocked. The image stared intently at Aliya and Altha hugging.
Beds look scattered, sexy clothes Aliya already messed up even her thighs look.
Aliya's smile was visible, tidying up her already messy clothes immediately stood up to see Citra who stepped closer to her.
"I don't care what you think? don't try to hit me, otherwise I'll be rude." Aliya threatened before her hair was grabbed.
The image laughed funnyly, he did not intend to hurt Aliya. Allowing Al to marry her ex-husband, because she is not serious about her relationship.
"Altha do you want to know who your young wife is? he's the reason you're an orphan." Citra's smile was visible, approaching Aliya's face that looked tangled.
"What do you say Citra?"
"You want to know why you live far away from residential areas? the reason is because your mother is a murderer." The clutches of Citra are strong, hating Aliya who looks like an angel even though she is a demon.
"Then? did my mom kill your parents, if not then who did?" Aliya laughed funnyly patting the shoulder of Citra who wanted to play around.
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