I bought your Husband
I bought your husband 800jt
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Arriving at the house Iqbal immediately ran towards the room where the wife was.
"gold, what a pussy to send mom?" tanya Syakila who was wearing a party dress
"yes, I just drove up to the front of the house, didn't come in" he replied
"why not come in?" ask Syakilla
"So there was a guest at home mom. mas do not know who the guest is" he replied
"here, I'm ready to dress" Shakila pointed to the man's clothes in bed
"okay, change clothes first" he said.
Wedding hall
Marriage is worship, and every worship boils down to His love as a purpose. It is only natural that every effort to achieve His love is done with joy.
Maybe that's what a couple of brides feels above the Altar. Smile they welcome guests who are present.The pair of brides one of them is a friend of Syakila. not too close but quite know each other.
her smile that marks their love gets blessing and a good response from the family.
Syakila stared at the twinkle at the wedding of her friend and business partner.
"Dek, go to the toilet first." said Iqbal.
Syakila nodded then looked for a seat to wait for her husband.
Towards the toilet Iqbal. Rehearsed.
"Iqbal," muttered Ratih
"uh mbak, mbak Ratih here too?" ask Iqbal
"yes, the bride is still my brother" he replied
"who are you here with?" tannya
"that's mbak, my wife is sitting" he pointed out.
"ohh.. ok, I'll get to know him, can you.?" ask Ratih for approval.
Iqbal just nodded as his answer, then immediately passed leaving Ratih who was still silently staring at the departure of Iqbal
"I'm a fool.why I didn't want money for his ex-wife.look at Iqbal's appearance now much better and more interesting.I should be able to make Iqbal come back to me." he murmured
Syakila sat looking at the beautiful altar and stood up thirsty.
Bruggh...
"Auhh.." screamed syakila as it collided with someone
"Uppzz sorry I was intentional" he said, carrying a glass whose water had spilled on Syakila's shirt.
" what's your problem with me? why are you doing this to me?" syakila asked, shaking her clothes with both hands
"Iqbal, the problem is Iqbal miss" he replied
Syakila frowned confusedly. "what is your problem with my husband.why do you have to reply to me." he asked
"because you have taken Iqbal from me." replied Ratih as his eyes stared hard at Syakila.
Syakila replied with a mocking smile.
"you said I snatch. You're not wrong?" tannya
"because I loved Iqbal." Ratih again expressed his feelings for the woman who is the wife of the person he loves.
"continue..what's the problem with me? why don't you tell my husband directly." she asked
"kalo so.. it's not my fault.it's your fault why you don't seduce him first" said Syakila
"it's your fault too.if you don't buy it, Iqbal will definitely be my husband." replied Ratih again
Syakila again frowned. "how do you know everything." asked Syakila slowly
"hemm.." Train this time who responded with a despicable smile
"you're no longer selling. So you want to buy a man's husband at a low price?" Ratih again blurted out words that made Syakila want to slap the beautiful face of Ratih.
"KUBELI YOUR HUSBAND, Iqbal with a price of 800jt. quite not you profit 50 jt." added Ratih..
Plaaq....
by reflex Syakila slapped Ratih's cheek. Ratih immediately held onto his hot cheek
"I just don't think, why is there someone like you in this world? Look, you're not gonna get anything. He is mine and will be forever so, I and Iqbal have lived happily we were found in the Beautiful way that God planned. so stop boasting altogether I won't be interested in your offer madam Ratih." reply Syakila
"Nonsense.." said Ratih and wanted to slap Syakila back, but Syakila managed to fend him off
"why? you hurt?" ask Syakila
"See.. What is this,?" ask Iqbal
"Iqbal.. good thing you came. I accidentally spilled water on her dress, but she was angry with me and she slapped me." I trained while holding the cheek that felt sore
"once you turn the printer back." said Syakila
"Yes" Iqbal muttered
"is that right?" ask Iqbal. Iqbal believes his wife cannot lie.
"Iqbal. look at my cheek.he has slapped me." point to Train on the cheek that looks flushed
Iqbal looked back at Ratih's reddish cheeks.
"Yes," press Iqbal again.
their eyes meet each other. Iqbal harbors dislike with Syakila's bar attitude, while Syakila looks at her husband that what the woman says is not entirely true
"we go home now." take Iqbal and leave Ratih immediately. Syakila followed from behind.
Inside the car there was only silence.The two of them were busy with their respective thoughts. And Syakila really hates times like this.
"Yes,"
"mmm.."
"Don't be a bar bar next time just forgive not to be extended, embarrassed to be seen by the crowd" said Iqbal
"do you trust that woman more than your own wife?" ask Syakila
"mas believes the same wife, but she has apologized." said Iqbal
"do you know why I did that...?" ask Syakila
"you know because you're upset, right? please listen to me.."
"mas, I'm really upset about him. let alone when he says he will.."
"Here it is. don't need to be extended anymore.mas believe in you."
Syakila did not want to continue her chat.for free if her husband did not want to hear her talk.
Arriving at home. Syakila immediately walked ahead of Iqbal, still upset with her husband
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