Who is My Real Husband?
3. The Neat Fuck

"This, Rin. Drink first!" Ms. Niken fed a glass to the lips of the child who was still sitting in the arms of her husband.

Rinjani calmed down a little after gulping down a few sips of water. His breathing and emotions can return to normal, not as paranoid as before.

"So what's your same phone call? As I speak there is no sound because, like it has been closed after you shouted earlier."

Rinjani still replied with a headband, it seems that she is still not fully recovered from the pain she had experienced before marriage.

"Dad, it seems like Rinjani has not been asked much. I better take it to the room to rest, yes. This is very bad for his psychic. He just healed."

"Yes-yes, just take it. Just take your wife to bed rest in the room."

Dave finally returned to the second floor to calm his wife down. He still seems shocked even though his emotions are stable and much better.

While Rinjani, word for word he heard just now still ringing in his ear. Email messages and callers talk about the same thing. Are they the same person?

For the umpteenth time, Rinjani looked back at her husband's face. How could he be terrorized with the same words? Why should she be careful with her husband? How can anyone judge him evil when he has been accompanied for the past five years even in a messy condition and in the lowest point of life.

Wh why? No way, my husband is not evil, why should I be careful? He was the only man beside me. He's just a prankster.

"Don't think about what you heard, yeah. Whatever he said, it's not true. Don't think about it, it'll disturb your mind. It would be better if you take this medicine again. Just for today, let you rest and calm down." Dave takes a bottle of medicine Rinjani used to take when she was feeling anxious.

Gently and affectionately, the man puts a touch on the top of his wife's head so that she can sleep quickly.

Finally sleeping too.

Dave got out of bed slowly so as not to make a sound. He went to the balcony to call someone. I don't think he can stand someone.

"You're stupid, you don't have a brain or what? I've said many times for Surya's phone and terror on his personal phone, not through the landline. Can't you speak human language?"

"Sorry, Sir. But I haven't said anything yet, I haven't done anything either. Let alone call Mr. Surya's house, the number alone I do not know. How can I call her home?"

Hearing the words from his minions of course Dave was surprised, "What? You haven't done anything yet? Are you sure? There was someone calling on the landline, you sure you didn't? You don't lie to me!"

"Very sure, Sir. I have not planned anything to contact Mr. Surya. But if for another, I've done it."

"Then think and do it from now on! I don't like something outstretched."

Dave cut off the phone unilaterally. He began to think hard, then who called the house phone earlier if not his minions? Does Mr Surya have problems with anyone other than himself? If so, why should it be the same way as him? Terrorism ... Are there not many ways to commit a crime?

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Mr. Surya had just set foot on the porch when his phone rang. The man's forehead wrinkled when he looked at the screen of his phone. An unknown number was trying to talk to him. As he continued, he shifted the green button to stop the sound in his device.

"Surya, how are you? Remember me?" Someone across there spoke in a whispering tone, yet was still clearly heard.

"I wouldn't know who you are if you didn't name me."

"I'm your former employee who you've been trying to get rid of just because of a secret."

Mr. Surya's steps that had been running, immediately stopped right in front of the elevator.

"Haha. Are you trying to trick me? He's been dead a long time. Tell me what you want from me! Don't beat around the bush."

"Who said he was dead? You only managed to keep him from breathing for a few minutes. After that you stayed him, right? Do you know what happens next? I don't think so. So what makes you believe that you really killed him? He can still call you now."

"Do you think you can fool me? Throw that mind away! You idiot!"

Mr. Surya impatiently disconnected his phone. He felt this was just a prankster who had deliberately disturbed him. He was very sure what he did a dozen years ago was safe and buried deep. How could anyone suddenly come up with a confession as the one he had lost? That's an impossible thing.

A little while later, Mr. Surya arrived at his great room. He put the bag on the table and sipped his coffee a little bit and ... Wait, what is this? An envelope?

There was an envelope that was crushed by a small plate as the base of the cup containing the coffee. He took the envelope and opened it. Once he knew the contents of the envelope, he immediately threw it in any direction.

The contents in the envelope were very surprising to Mr. Surya. So surprised, he got a little stunned and a little bored.

"Who would dare to play this?"

His hand immediately pressed the cable phone on the desk and asked someone to check the CCTV on this day before he reached the office.

Mr. Surya's hand waited by tapping his finger on the table. He waited furiously and waited with a hint of emotion that had already begun to appear. How could he be defied like this? It was easy for someone else to enter his room before him.

Not long after, the door was knocked. The door swung inward after he asked the person to come in.

"Sorry, sir. All the CCTV in our office died after dawn and just showed activity after you arrived at the office. I've checked all over the CCTV, none of which were active before you arrived at the office?"

"You sure?"

Mr. Surya is getting riled up. If indeed the person who did this was a prankster, how could he work so neatly? Mr. Surya would not want to start thinking about who this person is.

"Yes, you're back!"

The man who already had the gray hair finally returned to fiddling with his phone. Looking for the number that had contacted him, he somehow felt that the person who called him just now was the same person as the suspect sending this photo.

"Damn it, the number's off."