Billionaire's Secret Son-in-law
Mela VS Aufa

...The destruction of a person no one will know when they come. When they were present and became an atomic bomb among them. As if as clever as anything a covered thing would open up as well....

...~JBlack...

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Mama Semi squeezed the thin clothes with feelings of anger, disappointment, sadness and hurt. The woman looked at the shirt with a look of anger.

His emotions are peaking but he is trying to look fine. She was trying to be a calm woman. He took his breath so deep. Put the clothes back in the drawer and straighten her body.

He wiped away the tears that were dripping in both corners of his eyes. He tried to be calm. Trying to accept what he found. Trying not to get caught and make it all fall apart.

"I need to find out who that woman is. Who is the woman who is the destroyer of my household" Mama Semi said with a forward look.

He wiped the tears violently. His eyes full of anger. The look in his eyes rightly showed a feeling of hurt and disappointment.

"I'll make a ruin for you, Pa. I'm not gonna stay quiet. I'll pay for everything. You hurt me, then I can make you wasted and poor!" Mama Semi said with eyes full of hate.

She got out of her husband's office. The woman with a million pains she had felt today made her great love for her husband disappear. Making the love that she had been saving for her husband, making the love that had been only for her husband now lost, exhausted.

There is no feeling anymore, except pain, disappointment, sadness and also feeling betrayed.

"I'll ask Semi for help. I'll tell her all her behavior. I'm sure my son will be on my side. Yes, on my side and defending me!"

Mama Semi sits on the bed. He rubbed both of his faces with a heavy breath. He really feels so fucked up right now. Feeling so sick when you have to know what has been hidden from him.

"When did my husband cheat?" He murmured slowly.

He lifted his eyes. Staring at the portrait of her husband and Semi who look very happy. Portraits of family photos that have always been displayed there always make it calm. However, different from now.

Yes if you used to see the photo was quiet but now everything turns to pain. Yes every time he saw the photo he felt ridiculed by the circumstances.

As if she was the dumbest woman. It was as if she had become a crazy woman who had been fooled by one man.

His hands clenched, he stood up and immediately walked towards the portrait. His angry face immediately made his hand lower the portrait. He took down the irreplaceable photo and put it in the corner of the room. Cover the photo with a cloth to make it invisible and then cover it with a curtain.

"I hate that picture. I hate all this falsehood!"

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"You ran away last night?" Ask Mela when she just came out of the front door and saw pregnant women were walking in the front yard of the mansion owned by her best friend's husband.

Aufa laughed. He seemed confused as to what to answer. The memory of her being kidnapped last night was still in her mind. Things her husband did because he could not hold back his longing and desire to be with her.

A man who is completely insane according to him. The man who gave her permission then kidnapped her himself. A man who says he can sleep alone but he can't.

"Yes, Mel. Sorry well, I can't be far from Abra. So when you're asleep, I run away" said Aufa with her embarrassed face.

She can't possibly confess to her best friend about her husband's behavior. He can't possibly confess to Mela what really happened. What really happened to both of them.

"VolUME!" Mela said with a spoiled blink. "It can't be far away. He wants to be embarrassed, he wants to be hugged so well!"

"Ouch!" Said Mela holding her head which was hit by her best friend slowly. "KDRT!"

Both of Mela's eyes glanced over. "You think my brain is dirty?"

"Yes could be. Your brain is too dirty and you think crazy things. So I hit it to get well!"

"Geez!" Mela bobbing head.

He immediately put both of his hands on his waist then looked around him.

"Where's your husband, Fa? How come you don't take a morning walk?" ask the curious Mela. "A pregnant woman cannot be alone. Your husband should be your nemenin. You man!"

Aufa bobble head. He took his best friend's hand with him.

"I want to go for a walk with you. So accompany me!"

"Why me?" Mela cried but her footsteps followed Aufa.

"Yes let us let go of the miss. Are you not the same as me? We haven't seen you in a long time!"

Mela looks rolling her eyes lazily. "Your kangen? There's me bosen."

Both men laughed. Both are always like this. Tease and joke with each other. That is what makes the relationship between the two always familiar.

That is what makes between Aufa and Mela there is no limit. They are comfortable with each other. They love each other so much that the distance between them is so close and familiar.

"Fa!" Call Mela when they get to the garden behind her father-in-law Aufa's house.

"Yes?"

"This house is the same mall. Far no?"

Aufa invited his best friend to sit on the sofa there. The two friends looked at each other with Aufa remembering.

"No. There's a mall near here. Why?"

"I'm going to buy some clothes, Fa. I don't bring much clothes. So I want to buy some of the same to buy medicine as well. Close to the pharmacy?" Ask Mela who wants to know.

What he said is true. The suitcase he had under the contents inside was actually quite a bit. It contained only a few clothes and made him inevitably have to immediately buy clothes just in case.

"I'll take you. Ok?"

"No!" Mela refused. He shook his head firmly. "I don't want you to be tired. Okay fine! You tell me where the mall and the pharmacy are. I'll buy it myself."

"I'm afraid you're lost in this country, Mel. You don't know here, do you?"

Mela smile. He held his best friend's hand. He knew how worried Aufa was about him. He knows how his best friend loves him. How those who are never far apart, separated, and separated by a long period of time.

"I will not disappear. I'll call you if there's anything. Well yeah. "Mela persuades.

~Connected