She's my Ex-husband
52 DMS

Making peace with circumstances is sometimes difficult. But that, obviously, is the best. Receive the decree of destiny, for indeed, the soul mate, the fortune and death are determined by the almighty. We can only try, but God determines.

They both feel equally relieved. Revenge will only cover our lives, not letting us sleep well before it is avenged. But rest assured, sincerity is much more to make the heart calm.

They got out of the cafe. Upon arrival, Salsa waved at Ben who was in the car. Quickly, the father-to-be immediately came out and approached Salsa.

"Ben, this is Mila."

"Your ex-husband's wife?" cut off Ben while extending a hand towards Mila and mentioning her name.

"I have a name" press Elgar didn't accept.

"Joking Bro, sensi is very much like a cat kebelt married." Temptation Ben who immediately provoked the laughter of Salsa and Mila.

"Basic bule abal abal, understand where the language of marriage comes from?" ledek Elgar's.

"From your ex-wife" whispered Ben in Elgar's ear. The two immediately laughed out loud, making Salsa and Mila look at each other confused.

"By the way, yeah?" Salsa pinched Ben's arm until the man grimaced in pain. Mila and Elgar laughed at her.

"Honey, for Christ's sake." Ben tries to remove his arm from Salsa's pinch. But since it didn't work, he looked for another way.

Cup

Ben kisses Salsa's cheek, makes the woman reflexively let go of her pinch, rubs her cheek and bows shyly.

"Cih, don't know where," ledek Elgar.

"Iri, tell the boss," Ben sneered with a big laugh. Long time in Indonesia makes it very familiar with Indonesian, including non-formal languages.

Cup

Mila's eyes glared with her mouth slightly gaping as Elgar suddenly kissed her cheek. He glared at Elgar with a dead red face enduring embarrassment. Especially at that time there are visitors passing by to enter the cafe.

After the departure of Salsa and Ben, Elgar invites Mila somewhere. He deliberately kept it a secret even though Mila repeatedly asked. And finally, Mila's question was answered when the car they were riding stopped in front of a wedding dress boutique.

With fingers interlocked and smiles fluffy, both mamasuki boutique and immediately welcomed by employees.

"Nita exists?" ask Elgar to the employee.

"He's inside. Any promises yet?"

"Say for El."

The employee nodded and went inside.

"Do you know the owner of this boutique?" Mila whispers.

"He's my ex." Mila instantly glared while releasing the link of their hands.

"What's his expression, jealousy?" Elgar chuckled at Mila's annoyed face. How not upset, in Jakarta there is not only one boutique that sells wedding clothes, but why the former stamp boutique is chosen? Intentionally to be jealous?

"No need to be cool, former Junior High, monkey love. Nita is also married and has 3 children."

At the same time, the woman being talked about appeared. With a low-breasted shirt, the woman looked very sexy. Plus red lips blush, making Nita look seductive. He walked over to El and Mila.

"Had to squirm, don't glare." Mila whispered while pinching Elgar's arm.

"El, how are you?" Nita was about to advance to cipika cipiki but was hurriedly prevented by Elgar.

"Sorry." Elgar retreated a little. "I'm jealous balloons." He continued while looking at Mila. And the only one who could smile absurdly.

Nita immediately laughed at hearing it. As far as he is concerned, Elgar dislikes possessive girls the most. But if this time she was going to marry a jealous woman, it was certain that the man was made bucin.

"Something seems to be a pussy?" Sindir Nita pats Elgar's arm. She then reached out to Mila while mentioning her name, as well as Mila. The two then invited Nita in her room to show the latest wedding dress that she had sent pictures to Elgar.

"El, was it not your wrong choice? We're just a simple wedding at home, when do I wear a dress like this?" Mila Whisper.

"Who said we married at home. Mama's been nyari wo and take care of everything, we just know it's all right."

Whoa? Mila was shocked by the words Elgar said. A few days ago, they had agreed to hold a small thanksgiving at Mila's house, but now, why is there any WO?

"Mama wants our wedding to be a festive event. It's his request, I can't refuse. Building affairs, catering and others, all have been taken care of wo and mama. We're just wearing wedding dresses."

Mila gawked at hearing it. It feels like widows and widows do not need fancy marriages, which is important legitimate. Moreover, there is already a Saga, still important fancy party?

"El, shouldn't we marry at home, tell your mom."

"Udah late, mom already paid dp to wo." Of course Elgar lied, his mother did ask him to make a festive party, but has not rented wo because the wedding date has not been determined.

"What are you whispering about?" Nita geleng geleng, feeling ignored.

"Sorry" said Mila.

"Where do you like the dress?"

Mila watched the dress in front of her. It's too good, not to his taste.

"Is there a choice?"

"Do you like Yank?" Elgar asked as he wrapped his arms around Mila's waist, making the woman uncomfortable from the embarrassment Nita saw.

"You want what it is, I'll make it."

"It's simple."

Nita shows the picture picture on her i pad to Mila. Who knows if there are any pictures that Mila likes. There are also examples of dress dresses in photo bentum, client's previous orders.

"This is what I like."

Mila pointed to a picture of a simple sleeveless dress with a little sequin.

"No, catch a cold. The air conditioner in the ballroom is very cold. There are only long arms."

Elgar protested before Mila continued. Though Mila wants a dress like that but plus a cardigan brukat that can be removed pairs.

Nita laughed at hearing that. The reason sounds so obvious there is. She then pointed to a picture of a dress with long sleeves and a fairly simple model.

"Yes, I like this." Mila could only sigh. He was told to choose, but Elgar's end was decisive.

"The book has this, if you want to try it, let the size later I adjust."

Nita invites Mila to the fitting room to try. Shortly after, they came out with Mila who was already wearing a wedding dress and had her hair smashed up.

Elgar made cengo. Mila looks very pretty in a long-sleeved white dress with a slightly low cleavage. Mila who felt uneasy because Elgar's gaze immediately covered her chest with one arm.

"Part of his chest, part of his side is raised a little." Elgar said to Nita.

"No exclamation to El. Doesn't look sexy. Your wife-to-be's chest is good, so it's sexier if it looks a little bit like that."

"Yes because it's good, I'm not willing to share with people, it's delicious. Anyway, the side is swiped up to the total closure of his chest."

"Ok ok." Nita chuckled amusedly at Elgar's possessiveness. "That's all the foxes?" Nita then tells Mila to turn around so Elgar can see the whole dress. Maybe there is something to fix.

Elgar's eyes glared at the model of the dress he had chosen. It turned out that the front was closed, but the back was wide open. With her hair dipped up, Mila's smooth back was perfectly exposed. No associated brra rope was on his back, making Elgar's mind wander far to the top of the mountain semeru again eruption.

"Replace, change, not this one." Elgar raised his hand while shaking.

Mila went back into the fitting room, changed clothes back then Nita's room. Because nothing fits, finally Mila wants to make a dress that suits her wishes and Elgar, simple, graceful and closed.