Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 3 - Humiliation

"Who is he?" Muttering Ratih with his chest pounding fast. His body felt as if it were sectarian.

The woman hugged her husband's arm, then they faced off. The woman kissed the back of Indra's hand and left with another guest.

Ratih rubbed his forehead which suddenly broke out in cold sweat. He swallowed his mouth very hard. Her eyes were still fixed on the figure of her husband who was smiling and waving at the car that was getting farther away.

"Who is that woman? Why hug the arms of Indra?" Ratih smiled wryly, his mind working faster than his expected thought.

"Don't tell me they have a relationship, and I approve of them. What about me and Altaf? I'll be divorced or in honey?"

Train shaking strongly."no! I don't want honey, it's clear how sick it will be, whether you don't like me. Now, I've been like this, if it's combined I'm not sure it's getting trampled on. I don't want to..." Ratih muttered shaking his head, imagining the possibility that was happening.

"Then, are we getting divorced? If so, what about Altaf?"

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"Train."

"Yes, um,"

"Where is the blue shirt?"

"Where are you?"

"That's what hit the brand h&n."

"Oh, is it not borrowed with mas Gafar?"

"Well, how do you pinjemin anyway?"

"It was not Ratih who minjemin mas, it was mas himself who loved that time."

Indra paused for a moment to remember. "How can you not stop me?" Once he realized and his memory recovered.

Ratih sighed, indeed basically Indra just wanted to blame him. Ratih looked at her husband while biting his lower lip, hesitating to ask, but he still had to do it.

Indra is seen typing a message, as soon as it gets a reply. He was straight up.

"gold,"

"Heemmm.." Dehem Indra was busy on the device in his hand.

"all night Ratih saw a girl in front...."

"They're friends of mine."

Ratih was speechless, it seemed like she was in too much of a hurry to ask. she still noticed her husband's expression.

"Wear the red deck." Speak the senses without taking his eyes off the dress."the red brand h&n that there's a motive of his."

Ratih also took the clothes that Indra meant.

"It's mas."

Indra immediately wore it. Her face looked very happy, Ratih looked at her husband.

"Where are you going?"

"Go! Where do you want to go to report the same you anyway?"

"Yes, Ratih the legitimate wife of Indra. We went along, I haven't been walking for a long time."

Ratih smiled wryly. Though because of who he became an unkempt catfish like this, for what sake Ratih willing to smell onions and food smoke? Sometimes they do not feel, want as smooth or as hard as what Ratih tried. It was never considered.

"Just don't give Train money for all that, how Ratih want to be beautiful and fragrant. Every day just clean the house that is not squabbling."

"No, you argue again. Emang actually said ibuk, you like to argue continuously, pantes aja ibuk do not like you. No, I don't want to argue. I want to go, I'm also waiting for my friends. Go first."

Indra origin meloyor just like that. Walking forward, Ratih just followed up to the front door of the room as he still had to continue cooking for later in the day.

Samar heard the voice of the mother-in-law and Indra who was talking.

"Eh, my mother's son is handsome."

"Indra go first ya buk, hangout the same friends." Pamit Indra kissed her mother's hand, then greeted Kaka and her uncle who happened to still sit back on the terrace.

"Tiara coming?"

"Yes dong buk, so I'm coming too. It's just that I'm a couple and he's "indra's voice sounds very cheerful.

"Good, my mother even agrees you are with Tia. It's pretty, pinter, rich again. He came here yesterday and was very friendly too. Funny about him."

"Directly apply to Ndra." Gafar's proposal.

"Huussis..... These of you, that Ratih will be in the camp?" Uncle Indra's voice was a little dislike. However, Ratih is still a family of Bu Tias. Moreover, Ratih is very helpful energy from the first.

"Huh, that's easy. If she doesn't agree on honey, divorce her." Said Bu Ratih lightly while shaking his hands in the air.

"Don't that ma'am, who's going to take care of the house if it's divorced." Maya said the daughter-in-law of Bu Tias, wife of Gafar, joined the roost.

"Ah, it's easy, you can find a maid later. Or have Tia stay here, help me do the housework." Said Bu Tias

"Who will you pay with money, buk? Let Tia just stay here." Gafar questioned because he did not want to add monthly rations to his mother.

"Yes, you are the children of your mother. This mother is a widow, not working, is old, you are children who should support your mother financially. Free dong ibuk used to live you and nyekolahin you up high if you do not support ibuk now."

Audible sound******** concomitant. Obviously, his children objected. Which of course makes Bu Tias glare dislike.

"If you don't want Tia to stay here, help mom finish the house."tukas Bu Tias snorted.

"Udah, just calm down. Let Indra think. Anyway, Tia is also working, her salary is bigger than Indra, later ask Tia to pay a maid. There is still a Ratih buk. Later let Ratih who works, if Tia let Satisfied Indra in bed." Sela Indra with the end of the ruckus, others also laughed.

Indra was quick to leave because he did not want to linger at home."Indra pamit first yes."

Ratih who did eavesdrop on their conversation massaged patient chest. He shrinks his tears. She knew enough, indeed all this time her husband's family only considered her as a maid. But he did not expect them to be as bright as that talk and insult him.

And even more painful, her husband looked down on her so much now. Plus, she who prepares clothes for her husband dates Tiara, the woman who is now close and in a match with her husband.

"Everything I did they never appreciated. No matter how much I try to be patient and do all this. I'm still just considered a maid without pay." Ratih muttered bitterly with a painful heart with the humiliation of her husband's family."ha-ha-ha.... How foolish I was to hope they would accept me."

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Ratih carried Altaf and took his bag, which contained some of his clothes and belongings and Altaf. The coach was determined to leave the house. Rather than continue to be made a maid in the house, it has sacrificed unappreciated and considered anyway, who is not sick. Practice walking out through the front room then the terrace. All as if no matter continuing to chat regardless of his presence.

"Sir, please, Ratih wants to go home."

Seriate...

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