ELECTORAL MAN
Cold Ice Stone

Farid

Still with the same expression, Gladys increasingly gawked at my story. Maybe he thinks I'm making it up. Gladys is so close to Meylan, who knows he trusts Meylan more than I do.

"Well, I'm still confused. Meylan never told me that he was in the process of referring to you. Last time we met was my son's birthday. About a month ago. He didn't tell me anything about his relationship with you. Only once, he was a status masang in WA if he again ate both men. Not long ago, though..." Gladys.

"When is that, Dys?"

"About four days ago or five days ago? but, not long later immediately removed the same him."

"What is the picture like?" my many.

"Picture of the dinner together against the background of Jumbo Floating Restaurant."

"What kind of man does she dinner with?" I'm starting to get curious.

"Beautiful, oriental-faced. I forgot how he looked, because the hunt was wiped out with Meylan."

"For God's sake Rid, Meylan didn't tell me at all. Maybe Nisha knows. Ask him, though. This is his cell phone number."

His mother was Meylan's assistant. It's only been a year since I've been working for Meylan. Gladys recommended Nisya to work for Meylan. But does Nisha want to give me information? ah, I'll try.

I'm not giving up. I have to get Meylan back. Must. He must be mine. No other man can approach her. Meylan is mine.

I'll call Nisa's phone immediately. Shit, not answered. Call number is inactive. I asked Gladys again why his number was off. Gladys said it was his number. I'm getting impatient. Is it okay for Nisya to come to Hong Kong, and she changed her phone number to Hong Kong number? could have.

Ninist

It's been almost five days now, the Bald guy looks moody. He was always silent and never spoke. Sometimes his face showed a god-level expression, sometimes also showing a furious expression, full of emotion. I will be scared.

He also never sat down at the dinner table and invited me to chat as usual. At work, he entered his private room and never left again. Only occasionally did he talk, when offered me Batagor Bandung. At that time he came home and brought a lot of batagor. He said it was a gift from one of his clients.

I was so overwhelmed at that time. Surprise, he offered me some more food. But seeing his serious and flat facial expression, I hesitated. Sure enough, without further ado he went straight into his study. He put down a plastic package containing batagor and immediately passed without seeing me.

Be me eating alone while guessing. Sad feeling. His attitude was no longer as warm and friendly as it used to be. Suddenly he became autistic. Fun with his own world. Silence of a thousand languages with facial expressions that are not being reprimanded.

I became more confused. It's all because of that damn woman. I follow emotions, right? no matter how emotional, my fate is at stake!

If they don't come back, what about me? what about the letter of agreement? Mas Farid will not be able to defend me. He will definitely kick me out of this house. Very unlikely, she would make me a real wife.

Especially with his attitude changing to me lately. Cold as ice cubes and stingy talk. Of course, his friendly and warm attitude before was only because of Meylan. So that I would assist in her process of reconciliation with Meylan, according to the conditions requested by the woman.

And now it's all read. How he filled his true heart with me. He never looked at me, he never smiled at me again. He never thought I existed. In his eyes, I mean nothing.

Duh Gusti, will good fortune side with me? What if he keeps divorcing me and I get nothing. How about my parents? what should I explain to them?

Seriate.