Revenge of an Abused Wife
Newspaperman

Zergo rubbed the back of Milan's soft hand, the smooth and smooth white slick hand was firmly attached to his wrist, they both now walked towards the parking lot where their car was.

Journalists also seem to be chasing them from the back with the Blitz lights coming from their cameras are still blinding each other.

Zergo who was still unfamiliar with this kind of situation still felt at a loss for what was in front of him at this moment, her first time in the camera looks so nervous with a slightly pale face.

Unlike Milan, he who every day faced with Journalists even every day in the spotlight of the camera also appeared to put on a cheerful face, he said, because he does not want to be ketusnya that will damage his good name and of course will have no good effect on his career in the world of artistry.

Although in fact, his heart also felt angry but, as much as possible the 32-year-old artist hid his dislike for the sake of his good name and for the sake of his career in the world of artistry. Eventually, they arrived in front of the car.

Czechs ....

Zergo hurriedly opened the car door and protected Milan's head with a palm from being hit by the roof of the car when the woman went inside.

Blug ....

The car door was closed and Zergo immediately ran towards it until he entered it.

''Miss Milan, answer our questions, Miss. Who is this man with you? is he your close friend? then what about Mr Caviar your husband? are you cheating?'' shouted one of the reporters standing right next to the car and knocked on the car's glass door.

''Oh my God, these guys didn't give up either huh, '' Zergo muttered, starting to start the car.

''Ordinary old man, Zeze. Who did you forget who I was? ANNITA ... Top artists, '' Milan replied ignoring the questions of journalists out there.

''Yes-iya ... So it feels like being the bodyguard of the Artist, really out of whack, eh .. amazing means, uhuk ..'' replied Zergo smiling.

''Ish, you can joke as well as it turns out, I think you are always formal, if by the way can not be relaxed, definitely use formal language, hi. hi. hi. .. hi ...'' milan chirps accompanied by the sound of weirdness.

''I'm sure, Miss Milan. Besides because I was born and grew up in the village, both my parents always taught good grammar and correct, replied Zergo began to drive slowly leaving the parking area.

''Miss Milan, answer our questions first, Miss.'' Shouts Reporters out there trying to catch a slow-moving car.

Finally, Milan opened the car glass and smiled staring at the Journalist while waving his hand.

''I'll explain later, guys, now I'm in a hurry. Thank you everyone, said Milan friendly and smiling sweetly.

After that, he again closed the car window, along with the speed of the car that began to walk quickly completely left the parking area.

''Heuh, finally, '' Milan grunts sat leaning on the back of the car seat.

''Do you always think this every time you go out?''

Milan nodded his head.

''Pursued Journalists?''

''Jeez, I guess being an artist is delicious, it turns out to be like gini.''

''Who says it's bad? delicious ko. Can have a lot of money, known to many people, just that, we can not be free wherever we go because it must be pursued by journalists, not to mention in pursuit of those who are our Fans, we can not be free, beuh .. it feels like something really, '' replied Milan opened their eyes while smiling sweetly.

''Hmm ... So that? unfortunately, I don't like being an artist. In addition to feeling imprisoned later, we must always look cheerful and friendly in front of everyone, even though our hearts are actually not okay.''

Milan was silent, his gaze now turned to the side staring at the scenery out there that seemed to move following the pace of the car that began to dart on the streets.

Yes ....

His heart was not well, so many wounds he was currently hiding.

Yes ....

His soul was indeed feeling shaken, if only there was no Zergo by his side at the moment, maybe he was already on the verge of insanity because he had to swallow the bitter pill of the household he had been living with Caviar the husband.

Thanks to him, a man who has a sweet smile, a man who always speaks formally and a man who he will make a tool to avenge the betrayal he has received, thanks to this Zergo man, his days will not feel lonely anymore, and of course he will help him in avenging.

''Oh yes, I forgot, we did not buy clothes for you, heuh ... Because of these reporters, anyway how did they know that I was going there?'' milan grumbled annoyed.

''Udah do not need to think, we can still buy again sometime, anyways I prefer to appear as is kayak gini, '' replied Zergo without turning his head, her eyes were straight looking forward with lips that were smiling sweetly.

''No way, I do not want your appearance to be ordinary, anyway you have to be extraordinary, wait I think, where can I get an expensive suit without having to bother to the mall?'' milan answered thinking.

Zergo was silent with lips still smiling.

''O yes, I know where we can get a suit jacket without having to go to the mall.'' Milan said again and called someone.

Tut ... Tut ... Tut ....

Phone calls that have not been picked up.

📞 ''Hello, Lydia. Bring me a nice, expensive black suit.'' Milan just after Lydia picked up the phone.

📞 ''Jas? for whom?''

📞 ''Udah don't ask much, anyway I want you to arrive at the Agency half an hour from now, okay ...?''

📞 ''Who's dear?'' Suddenly there was a familiar voice on the phone, her voice was so small that, even so, Milan could still recognize that it was the voice of her husband Caviar.

📞 ''I err, anyway right now you have to bring the suit to the Agency office, otherwise I will fire you right now, UNDERSTAND ...?'' milan shouted annoyed to make Zergo feel astonished then turned to look at the face of Milan who now look sour.

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